Hermione carefully pushed the door open. The only source of light was a candlestick standing on top of a piano. Draco didn’t notice her walk in, still playing. Hermione found herself being torn by different emotions. As he played the sad song, she felt the urge to wrap her arms around him and comfort him. The reasonable part of her remembered what she did a few hours earlier and who was the reason behind it. She wanted to be close to him and throw a fit at the same time. Unable to decide, she just stood there, entranced by the sight.