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Harry’s feet automatically carried him towards the source of the angelic sounds that were currently registering in his ears. He wasn’t even exactly sure what part of the castle he was in, because his ears had led him to a section that was unfamiliar to him. Harry had always been the curious type. Most people would say that his curiosity is what got him into trouble most of the time.
But he just couldn’t help but seek out the noise that was drawing him in. He could identify the sounds of a piano being played with ease, but he was a bit fuzzy on WHO could have been playing a piano in such a talented manner. None of his friends were much of musicians (although Ron would argue that he had perfect singing pitch), and he was pretty sure none of his enemies were musically gifted.
He suddenly found himself in front of two dark, wooden doors that were acting as a barrier between the corridor and the room inside. The musical notes had gotten louder as he grew closer, but the music was still muffled from the wall between him and the room.
He debated on whether or not he should enter. He wanted to hear more. He practically needed to hear more to satisfy the itch that was bugging him to get closer to the noise. But for all he knew, it could be Professor Snape behind those doors playing the keys as a form of stress relief. Harry wasn’t sure that he was keen on walking into the middle of that.
He pressed his ear against the wood for an even better vantage point, his eyelids gently shutting at the melodious music. The classical music brought a sense of ease and comfort to him. It came crashing over him like tidal waves on a coastal beach in the dog days of summer. He was sure that he had never felt anything like whatever he was feeling right now. It brought a flutter to his heart, like a million little garden butterflies being released from captivity. He was sure that this was as close to dancing amongst the stars as he’d ever get.
Just as he was preparing to depart, a new sound was heard from within the mysterious room. He pressed his ear back up to the door like a magnet on a refrigerator, his gut doing an excited roll at the sudden noise. It took him a moment to decipher what he was hearing, and then it hit him.
Whoever the mystery pianist was had a voice of gold...and also one that was strikingly familiar.
He was sure that he was mistaken, because surely no one he knew was this talented with the piano. It was a female voice for sure, which ruled out his Professor Snape theory. She sounded young, her voice not sounding aged or wise like Professor McGonagall’s did. It was definitely a student, and likely someone that he had at least seen around before. Suddenly, his curiosity was too strong to ignore.
He had to see who it was.
He turned the knob of the right door as quietly as he could, not intending to disturb the musical peace. He half expected to see a halo of light around the girl sitting at the piano, based on how wonderfully celestial she sounded. Instead, his eyes were met with a set of blue and bronze robes sitting at a bench in front of a massive piano. It was set conveniently in the middle of the room, and it wasn’t accompanied by much else. There was one massive window against the back wall, casting a certain glow into the room that settled onto the girl sitting just twenty feet or so from him.
He stood halfway between the doorway and the room, still soaking in the beautiful music being bestowed upon him. She was still singing perfectly and quietly, her nimble fingers dancing from key to key with extreme precision.
That voice...
He abruptly realized that he did know that voice. He knew that voice and those hands anywhere. They belonged to someone that he cared about so very much. Someone whose presence and heart in and of themselves were music to Harry’s soul. He couldn’t stop himself before he had time to think about it. Her name fell from his lips rather loudly, stopping her completely.
“[Y/N]?”
He mentally smacked himself just as fast as her name left his mouth. He blushed at the sudden intrusion of privacy, but it melted away when she turned back to face her boyfriend.
“Harry. I...what are you doing here?” She asked, suddenly very aware that she had been caught in her secret hobby.
Harry took that as an invitation, closing the door behind him and making leisure strides to the piano where his lover sat like a deer in headlights. Harry knew his girlfriend well. He knew her favorite food, her favorite Muggle movie, and had even learned her morning routine.
But this? This was something that had completely taken him by surprise.
“I heard you playing from a few corridors over.” He explained, his hand resting between her shoulder blades when he made it to her.
Harry noticed that she hadn’t even a scratch sheet of music. She had been playing purely from the heart and memorization. He was floored at his new realization of his girlfriend.
“Oh.” She said meekly, her embarrassed eyes avoiding his astonished ones.
“I never knew...” He whispered out, almost a little hurt that there was something about his girlfriend of almost two years that he didn’t know, “You’re positively brilliant, darling.”
He was gushing over her as if she had just been appointed to be the next Minister of Magic. He was impressed, stunned, and even more in love all at the same time. He knew that she kept things to herself sometimes, and he always respected that.
But he was sure that her talents needed to be shared with the world...or at least with him. He sat down next to her in a bubbly manner, his core practically vibrating with excitement.
“Play something else!” He shrilled, his eyes shifting back and forth between her and the piano.
Her cheeks burned deeper, but her smile was blinding.
“Really?” She breathed out, her fingers finding their positions again.
His hand rested on her thigh, his thumb running back and forth in a careful manner. He pressed a kiss to her temple, smirking underneath the kiss when she giggled. Her laugh was the best sound that he’d ever have the pleasure of hearing.
“Absolutely.”