Draco didn’t sing. Hermione looked around the pub in search of some other Professor Malfoy that she had never heard of. At least he never mentioned singing over their myriad of interactions the last three years. Lunch at least three times a week, the occasional dinner in the Great Hall. Not one time had he mentioned that he sang. Her mind drifted from surprise to the resolute conclusion that he had likely been trained in this from some private tutor. He’s going to sing some tenor aria by Bizet or Puccini and is just here to mess with Neville. Does he even like Muggle music?