With that, they started chatting about Muggle music. Unbidden, his thoughts flew to a simple life again. To the man with his guitar, excited every time a stranger threw some money into his case. Draco would have sold his soul for such a mundane source of happiness. If it weren’t so tainted. No force in the world, no matter how dark, would want to buy what he was selling. Damaged goods, mangled beyond repair. 