People scoot around to make space for Harry and Sirius, wasting no time to start shouting requests. The improvised setlist quickly turns into tasteful chaos, and they spend over an hour hopping from Blondie to Post Malone to Elvis and back again. Draco keeps looking at him with this private little smile, her knees hugged to her chest and her head resting on her arms, and Harry hopes no one notices how he messes up his chords or forgets the lines almost every time their eyes meet. Harry's throat is raw by the time they get around to their last song, closing off with a sweet acoustic rendition of the song he sent to Sirius weeks ago. Draco lights up immediately, recognising the tune before Harry has even sung the first line. His heart flutters when she mouths the words with him. (x)