He had gone back to scowling and avoiding his weekend window like the plague. The music from it however never stopped. It was like trying to avoid the call of a siren. Draco was sure he was going to lose his mind if this continued. Blaise seemed to be the only one who was privy to his internal battle. He was also his best friend not his lackey like Crabbe or Goyel and so after waiting patiently for two weeks, he decided to take matters into his own hands.