Author: elethoniel

Rating: PG

Challenge: #27. In the middle of the night, Harry happens upon a room. Inside Draco is playing the piano.

Notes: I apologise for the shortness of the fic, I hope you all like it though. Many thanks to my Beta elle113. Any mistakes remaining (no doubt there will be some) are entirely my fault. Happy reading.

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Harry glanced around the dank corridors, his eyes adjusting to the shadows. It felt like he were the only person alive, trapped in a world of darkness, silence was pressing down upon him. His eyes were straining against the black that seemed to be everywhere, and the hair on the back of his neck prickled. Feeling that the shadows were about to ensnare him, Harry darted away, down the corridors, round the corner and into a pool of light. The high arched window Harry stood in front of was letting the moonlight bathe the boy and his wounds. As his breathing slowed down he realised that the night was encased by silence no longer. His nocturnal ears picked up the light melody that was dancing it's way around him, calling him on to find the source, and, as though in a trance, Harry answered. His feet were now gentle on the freezing tiles, as the music warmed his heart and soul. Passing in and out of shadows, that no longer bothered him, he came to a pause before a huge oak door, feeling the vibrations of the music soothe his wearied muscles; he pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The sight before his eyes took his breath away.

Draco Malfoy sat, perfectly composed, before a magnificent grand piano. Pure blonde hair bathed in the glow of candlelight, and pale skin became honey sweet as the boy they belonged to was lost in the beauty he was creating. He opened his eyes a little to beckon Harry over, and like the obedient Gryffindor Harry went. He shuffled onto the seat beside Draco, who turned to kiss him.

"Night terrors?" he murmured against Harry's lips. Harry nodded and snuggled against his boyfriend.

Music danced around them both; a sweet blue glowing shimmer surrounded them. Protecting them from the rest of the world.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter, the most unlikely of couples, and yet the most perfect. Always bickering but always loving. Thrown together by war, but not separated by peace. They beat the cynics and survived the odds and now, Draco had decided, it was time to test their relationship. It was time Harry learned to play the piano.

Draco finished playing the last notes of the song and let them trail of into the nighttime, before turning to Harry.

"Ok?" he softly asked the Gryffindor, his grey eyes were infused with warmth and love.

Harry looked up and nodded, feeling the last remnants of the nightmare drift away with the song. Draco's concerned smile turned into a smirk. "Good, because I'm going to teach you how to play the piano."

"Haha! Draco, we tried that once before, remember?" Harry said in a deadpan voice.

The said boy grinned at the memory, "Oh, indeed I do remember. How could I forget such an atrocious performance? I'm sure a drunken hippogriff could have played better than that."

Harry looked disgruntled, as Draco continued with a winning smile on his face. "But Harry, my dear, you shall go to the ball…or something to that effect." He said the latter with a wave of his hand.

Harry had an amused smile on his face, "Oh really? So you're going to try and make me play that piano, just so you can insult me again?"

Basically, yes," Draco said a smirk planted on his face. But with a scowl from Harry, Draco quickly amended his words, and an angelic smile spread across his pale features. "But I'm sure I won't have to insult you Harry, love."

Harry gave a begrudging smile, sat upright and splayed his fingers out on the cool ivory keys. Draco placed a quick peck on his boyfriend's cheek in thanks and settled himself to play.

He moved Harry's hands and placed them in different positions, so that the forefinger of his right hand was near the end of the piano.

"Now press down," Draco said.

Harry exerted slight pressure on the key and a low, deep note rang out through the room. Draco smiled encouragingly at Harry. "Now push down on this one," he said as he lay the index finger of Harrys other hand on a key a few paces from the first. Harry did and a lighter note sounded.

"Good, now keep a steady rhythm with those two keys."

Harry nodded; his tongue had slowly crept out the side of his mouth in concentration. With a small grin to himself, Draco set his hands upon the piano and took a deep breath. With a slight turn of his head, Draco began to play. His nimble fingers danced so delicately across the keyboard, barely touching the keys, but producing such a beautiful sound.

If someone were to look into the small room, they would see two boys, the complete opposite of each other, surrounded by a mist of magic. It shone like every colour under the sun and sparkled like the stars in the sky above them. Low tones set a steady rhythm throughout the song, with a more intricate tune dancing around the room, weaving in and out of the haze. The candles hovered about the room, like lights amongst the mist, giving a glow to the shimmer of colours. But as the song came to an end, the mist dissolved into the night air, leaving the candles to light the room on their own. The two boys opened their eyes, never having seen the beauty they created, but never really needing to.

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