Summary
The rain hasn't stopped falling since the end of the war. Draco's father's legacy poisons even from afar, and forgiveness is undeserved. Late at night, Draco hides and listens to Hermione singing in the Room of Hidden Things because it's the only time he doesn't feel like he's drowning. It's fine for him to listen as long as she doesn't know he's there, isn't it? [NOT a songfic!]