The echoes of yet another muggle tune filled Draco Malfoy's mind as he sat in the quiet Slytherin common room. It was the third time that morning alone that he had heard what he considered utterly distasteful music. Harry Potter, his supposed soulmate, seemed to have a strange fondness for the most trivial melodies known to wizards.
Draco scowled, his sharp features twisted in annoyance. He couldn't fathom how someone with such a troubled past could find comfort in such mundane noise. With a flick of his wand, he summoned a book on advanced potions theory, hoping to drown out the irritating beats invading his thoughts.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter hummed absentmindedly as he walked through the bustling corridors of Hogwarts. Unbeknownst to him, every note of his tune was transmitted to Draco like an unwelcome intrusion. His taste in music, influenced by years among muggles, starkly contrasted with Draco's refined upbringing. Yet, there was a strange satisfaction in knowing that each twang and lyric bothered the aloof Slytherin.
Draco's irritation only grew during Potions class when, amidst Professor Slughorn's lecture on Veritaserum, the chorus of an especially annoying muggle song burst into Draco's mind. He shot a glare at Potter, who was innocently taking notes, unaware of the turmoil he caused.
Later that evening, Draco brooded by the lake when Harry Potter suddenly appeared beside him. "Malfoy," Harry started cautiously, sensing the tension.
Draco looked up, his silver eyes narrowing. "Potter," he replied coolly, trying to hide the conflict within. "Do you ever listen to anything remotely decent?"
Harry chuckled, mischief twinkling in his green eyes. "Depends on your definition of decent, Malfoy. Besides, it's not like I can control what my soul sings to you."
Draco scoffed, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks. "It's insufferable, Potter. Maybe you could try broadening your musical horizons beyond—"
"—trashy muggle music?" Harry finished, a crooked grin on his lips. "I'll think about it. But only if you stop pretending you don't secretly tap your foot to those same tunes."
Draco bristled, but a reluctant smile appeared on his face. "You're impossible."