She glanced around the room needing to look anywhere but back at Draco. Taking in her surroundings, she saw how the patrons had stopped talking and the server had stopped dead in his tracks. Everyone was wholly focused on Draco Malfoy playing guitar. The table of witches Ron failed to entertain were laser focused on the man singing on stage, but that wasn’t remarkable. Ron was clueless to the obvious. The Potions Master has owned the room more completely after four lines than he had in six years.