Mother, in a formulated if not mildly cruel manner to instill some culture into her wild child, had always insisted on Draco learning an instrument. After several hours of tear-soaked sessions (none of them Draco’s - all his instructors) with the violin and harp, Draco had acquired some finesse with the piano. After traipsing in, mudstained and exhausted from having spent hours out on their Quidditch pitch, Mother would always shepherd Draco to the music room with a manicured finger and a quiet, "Please, Draco. Now."