__________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The concert had been nothing short of amazing. Harry had come with no expectations for what kind of show they were attending (Ron had quickly figured out that tickets to the show hadn't been for sale anywhere and information about it was very limited) and, unsurprisingly, Harry was blown away. The scene was barely raised, and the concert guests were seated at desks scattered around it, only adding to the already intimate tone of the show; once the show started, Harry had gotten the chills as if there hadn't been dozens of people around him. Draco and everything about him, truly was out of this world.<br/>Once the show ended, a soft mutter of conversations filled the venue. They had been seated at a table with their old schoolmate, Pansy Parkinson, and Draco's manager, who Harry gathered was named Hermione. Ron had quickly (or possibly insistingly) started a conversation with the latter, while Harry had barely been able to gather his thoughts enough to carry out a conversation with Pansy that was anything more than just the basic courtesies.<br/>"I think I better head off," Harry exhaled, not certain that his three tablemates were able to hear it. Without waiting for their approval, Harry stood up from the table. "I'm gonna try and find Draco before I go."