"That’s very cute," Harry agreed with a chuckle, "When James was seven, Ginny was determined that he was going to learn a musical instrument, and Merlin know’s why, but she picked the violin of all things," Draco’s laugh was noticeably wet, "I know right - anyway, it lasted about six weeks, which is five weeks longer than I thought it would, let me tell you - so six weeks go by, and I come home from work, and this violin is nowhere to be found, and I’d been coming home day after day to this awful racket, so I noticed the second it was gone. So, I asked Kreacher what had happened to it, and he said," Harry changed his voice to his best imitation of the elderly elf’s strange croak, "Mistress Ginny is telling Kreacher that the violin is to be re-homed’. Except the blasted elf had just re-homed it to the end of the bloody garden, so then we had garden gnomes trying their hand at it as well! At all hours of the bloody day," Draco’s laugh was distinctly less wet now, his eyes crinkled in mirth, "You’ve never known torture until you’ve heard a gnome trying to play "Ode to Joy’ on a child’s violin at one in the morning, Merlin!" Harry smiled, watching Draco shake with laughter, "Though maybe that’s unfair, one of the fatter gnomes was definitely better than James at least,"