Under the pleased eye of Mother, Draco continued his lessons even after attending Hogwarts, with a magical keyboard that could shrink into his trunk for storage when idle. Draco found himself enjoying it, some remnant of his mother’s influence piercing the existence that otherwise was fueled by Father’s approval. His fellow Slytherins initially took the piss but Draco put a stop to that with a few icy glares and well aimed hexes. And then they even took pleasure in Draco’s playing, especially when he was able to cobble together some chords and lyrics that delightfully mocked their professors and, of course, Potter.