The door to the common room creaked open as you and Pansy stepped inside. The muffled sounds of chaos grew louder, and you exchanged a concerned glance with her.

“I hope she’s okay,” you murmured, biting your lip.

“Me too,” Pansy replied, her usual sharp tone softened with genuine worry.

As you rounded the corner, the sight before you stopped both of you in your tracks.

The boys—Draco, Blaise, Tom, Theodore, Mattheo, Regulus, and Lorenzo—were scattered across the room in utter disarray. Draco stood atop the coffee table, dramatically mimicking a guitar solo. Blaise swayed with exaggerated grace, his smooth voice belting out lyrics like a crooner. Theodore, usually so quiet, had a cushion in hand, using it as a makeshift microphone.

Mattheo and Regulus were jumping around, their voices blending into a chaotic melody. Tom was clapping off-beat—on purpose, judging by the smirk on his face. Meanwhile, Lorenzo stood at the fireplace, his head bobbing slightly.

“What on earth…” you whispered, too stunned to finish the sentence.

Pansy clutched your arm. “Are they… singing?” she asked incredulously, her voice almost drowned out by the booming noise.

You stepped further into the room, dodging a cushion that Mattheo had just flung in Lorenzo’s direction. The boys barely noticed your arrival, too consumed by their impromptu concert. You finally spotted H3rmione sitting on one of the armchairs, her face glowing with amusement.

“H3rmione!” you called, raising your voice to be heard over the racket. “What happened here?”

H3rmione turned to you with a grin that practically radiated mischief. “I showed them M/ggle music for the first time.”

Pansy’s jaw dropped. “And this is what it did to them?”

H3rmione laughed, brushing a curl from her face. “Apparently, it’s infectious.”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at H3rmione. “This… is a health hazard.”