Draco froze, swallowed, and took a deep breath, "Yeah," he answered hoarsely, finally moving again, "Yeah, it’s things like that," he sat down, "She taught Scorpius how to play piano as well," slowly, Harry joined him at the table, "He was getting really good - used to hold mini-concerts for Mother when she came to visit," he flashed Harry a weak smile, "It was cute. Mother used to bring these tiny little opera binoculars with her and sit at the complete opposite end of the room, and she’d conjure a rose to throw, and shout encore when he finished," Harry pretended not to see when he wiped a small tear away.