The Marriage Decree

Chapter 47: Muggle Electicy

The crowd slowly makes a line at the buffet table, grabbing a plate and helping themselves to the food. Draco and Hermione join the back of the line behind Harry and Ginny.

"Great party so far." Draco comments.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Ginny glares at him.

"No, really, I think more parties should start off with a bang." He says with a chuckle.

"Good one, Draco," Harry says with a small smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"I'll enjoy it more when I get some food. I haven't eaten all day." He complains as his stomach growls. He stands on his tip toes to peer down the line.

"Are you not feeding your man, Hermione?" Ginny asks.

"He can feed himself." She scoffs at her friend.

"I'm not sure I'd trust any food you give me anyway. Not after that cup of tea." Draco smiles at his wife who rolls her eyes.

"Did you drug him?" Harry asks, a little too enthusiastically.

"It was just a sleeping draught." Hermione defends herself.

"I don't think I've been this proud of you since you punched him in the face." Harry states.

"Why do people keep bring that up?" Draco sighs as his stomach growls again.

"It was a very good punch though, wasn't it?" Hermione smiles up at him.

"I feel as though you really had to step back and watch as an outsider to get the full effect of the punch though." Harry says with a sly smirk. "Wouldn't you agree, Hermione?" He asks but she just laughs.

When they reach the buffet, Draco picks up a plate a fills it with a bit of everything. His memories from last Monday night might still be fuzzy but he does remember Mrs Weasley's food being delicious. Hermione and Draco head back to the table they were sharing with Pansy earlier to find Thomas, Finnigan, Neville and Hannah sat there as well.

"How are your family?" Draco asks Pansy as the rest of the table chats loudly with each other.

"Just great." She says sarcastically with a pointed stare. "My father's stopped talking to me and my mother has banned any children I have with the Weasel from entering their house. Of course, it's not my fault I was paired with him so I'm still welcome." She scoffs. "What about you? Is Narcissa already pairing you off with some young, untainted pureblood?" She asks.

"She's had plenty of offers." He smirks. "Including from your father but of course she declined. You'll be tainted by a blood traitor." He tells her jokingly, earning him a punch in the arm.

"Which desperate father has offered the most then?" She asks curiously.

"Mr Greengrass."

"Daphne!" Pansy frowns. "She's more tainted then I am. She got paired with a mud- Muggleborn." She corrects herself.

"Her sister, Astoria. She's going into her seventh year in September." He explains.

"She's two years younger than you." She points out.

"That's not much a difference. Isn't your mother five years younger than your father?" He reminds her.

"Yeah but they're old. It doesn't matter when you get into your fifties but when you're our age, the difference is massive." She makes a point. "Can you see yourself marrying a sixteen year old when you're twenty-four?"

"I can't see myself marrying anyone else." He admits quietly. He looks at Hermione out the side of his eye, she doesn't appear to be paying attention to his and Pansy's conversation.