The Marriage Decree

Chapter 51: Misshapes, Mistakes, Misfits

"Let's go to mine instead, it's closer." Blaise starts pulling him towards his house.

"No, I've gotta be home for Hermione coming in. I've gotta tell her straight away or I'll back out." Draco reminds him, pulling him towards his house.

"Fine." He groans, letting himself be pulled.

Blaise slips his shoes off as soon as he steps foot inside the house then walks straight into the living room, throwing himself over the back of the couch.

"How come your couch is more comfortable than ours?" He complains, shuffling around.

"It's the same couch, Blaise." He tells him as he heads into the kitchen to grab some plates and cutlery.

"Hey Athena, how are you?" Blaise shouts.

"She's blind, not deaf." He calls into the living room.

"Hey Athena, how are you?" He repeats in a loud whispering tone.

Draco laughs to himself as he plates up the fish and chips and the bap. He grabs two glasses of water and levitates them with the plates into the living room where Blaise has now sat on the carpet with Athena nestling in his hair.

"I love her," Blaise mentions, grabbing a chip from a levitating plate.

"That's yours then," Draco tells him, placing the plate down in front of him.

"When's Hermione due home?" He asks picking another chip up.

"She didn't say. I told her I would probably be out most the night." He says, lowering the glasses of water and his plate onto the coffee table. "I'll put that new record on." He announces, taking it out of his pocket and returning it back to its original size with a flick of his wand.

He removes the record from the album sleeve, placing it on the player and flicks the switch. The record spins, Draco turns the volume knob up then takes a seat on the edge of the couch as the first song begins to play.

'Misshapes, mistakes, misfits
Raised on a diet of broken biscuits, oh
We don't look the same as you
And we don't do the things you do
But we live around here too, oh really
Misshapes, mistakes, misfits...'

"Draco!" Blaise gasps, jumping up, waking Athena up in the process, as he restarts the song from the beginning. "Listen, it's about us." He stares at him as the song repeats.

"I wouldn't exactly call us misfits and we certainly weren't raised on a diet of broken biscuits." Draco frowns in confusion.

"Not us," He waves his hand between them both. "Us as in the wizarding world and how we're misfits in the muggle world," Blaise explains. "Think about it. We don't look the same as you and we don't do the things you do but we live around here too. It makes sense." He stares at him wide eyed.

"It vaguely makes sense because you're searching for meanings within the lyrics. You wouldn't look this far into Do the Hippogriff." Draco points out.

"It's pretty obvious what that song is about." He rolls his eyes as he cuts up a piece of fish.

They eat quietly for a few minutes until another song comes on that sends Blaise gasping again at the lyrics.

"Swap 'common' with 'muggle' and it really speaks to me." He admits.

"Blaise, you're married. Why do you want to sleep with muggle people?" Draco questions him.

"Not that part obviously, I want to live like muggle people and I want to do whatever muggle people do. I find them fascinating. I thought I already knew a lot about them but after today, I barely know anything. Have you ever heard of having an ID before and what's a passport?" He questions.