Draco wondered, not for the first time, about why Astoria’s music had faded. Was it simply because he couldn’t remember it well enough for the room to replicate it? Or was it because, more and more, he found it ineffective at stopping his eyes from wandering towards Harry. It had once acted as a reminder of what he had lost, and the love he sought to preserve and honour. But now? Now, it really was just white noise, and where he had felt guilt and shame, now he didn’t know what to feel.