Blaise allowed another small laugh before he stole Malfoy's cigarette and took a drag. "So France was fun?"
"Fairly, there was a load of drama involved too, Mum finding out her old flame was engaged, Mrs. Fudge found out Helena was a lesbian, Samora showed up in Alsac at random in cafés and pubs, I got in a scuffle with a bartender and hit the polo ball at the European Chief of Wizard-Muggle Activity Interaction. You know I have terrible aim on horseback, I jump, I do not play polo," Malfoy shrugged.
"Who's the current Chiefo?"
"Bradley Hills II, stuffy old man, George's nephew," Malfoy responded without missing a beat.
"George Hills or George Rocken?"
"Hills of course, Rocken's nephew is a gay artist in New York."
"I thought that was Gregorio Relaz's nephew."
"No, Relaz only has nieces and two at that who ran off and became porn stars in Hollywood."
"That was Bethany and Ilene, right?"
"Yes, the twin girls."
Harry found his mind mugged by the onslaught of names, so he shook his head to clear it of the information and looked again between the two snakes. "What a very gay Slytherin Prince of Ice and rumored Sex God." Harry thought to himself, and yet he didn't seem to mind very much, something just sort of fit.
Ron made a small noise which drew Harry's attention from the flamboyant snake.
"What?"
"I'm a little bored Harry. Want to play Exploding Snap?" Ron offered as a box of cards appeared.
Blaise glanced over at them and smirked, Malfoy stopped talking and looked over as well. The two Slytherins gave each other a knowing look and Malfoy stood from the couch and put out his light.
"It's what, 10?"
"There about," Blaise looked over at the ornate grandfather clock near the door.
"I'm in the mood for music," Malfoy yawned.
"What sort of music do you listen to?" Ron asked, looking up with interest.
"What do we listen to Blaise?"
"Everything really, well everything good. Metal, rock, punk, reggae, jazz, emo rock to an extent," Blaise answered.
"Have you heard of Nox Abyss? They're reggae, punk rock wizard band from Italy." Ron asked.
"Of course, they circulate mostly in the underground right now, but once the WWN starts playing better music they'll become more popular." Blaise responded.
Harry, being utterly confused was about to tune them out.
"Did you hear Queen Ann's Revenge from Flogging Molly? It's one of their best yet," Malfoy commented.
"Flogging Molly? They're a muggle band from Ireland."
"No, they're a cross band, but they are from Ireland. They released in the wizard world first and then went muggle."
"Really?"
"Of course."
"Are there any other bands like that?"
"Hundreds. Tool, Slipknot, Dropkick Murphys, My Chemical Romance, Metallica," Malfoy listed them off. "U2, White Snake, Billy Idol, Queen."
"Sex Pistols, Beatles, GWAR, the Cure, the Clash, the Used." Blaise added.
"Hundreds, like I said," Malfoy interrupted before his friend could continue.
"Wow, hey, my cousin has a U2 CD, you want a listen?"
Malfoy perked up but relaxed again. "Actually, I've got my Wipod with me somewhere, so we can hook it up and listen,"
"Wipod?"
"Wizard version of that muggle iPod thing. Runs off magic and holds an infinite number of songs, all you have to do is give it the name of the song and the artist and it gets it. Like wizards would get the complater things," Malfoy smirked.
"You have one of those? They're still around a hundred and fifty galleons," Ron looked a bit upset.
"That's not much," Harry said. "iPod's are around that in American dollars."
"Aye, but the galleon is worth five pounds, and what's more, the pound is worth nearly two American dollars, so you can guess how much a Wipod is in American muggle money." Malfoy said. He left but returned quickly with a small thing, the size of an iPod but vibrant fuscia in color with a brilliant white snake curling on the back.
"That's a Wipod?"
"Yes, it is," Malfoy placed it on the bookshelf and a song started to play as though through a stereo. It was Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
"I love this song," Harry said from his place on the couch.
"Who can't? Freddy Mercury for Minister of Magic," Malfoy said as he moved towards the couch seating Blaise.
Ron and Harry smiled and then caught themselves. Malfoy saying something amusing? Impossible. The song changed dramatically into a heavy rock song which pulled the three wizard raised boys to their feet and they jumped into action, singing along and head banging. Harry had had no idea Ron even listened to that sort of music, much less head banged.
The song, however, by the Sex Pistols and the second Harry recognized it, he joined them until the song ended. Right behind it began an onslaught of Led Zepplin, ACDC, Ramones, Def Leopard and Sex Pistols.
Malfoy flung himself onto the couch and breathed for a moment, his hair fell to complete complacency whilst all three other boys were left much in disarray. The clock thundered noon over the sounds of Bob Marley.
"Excuse me? Boys?" A voice sounded around them, it was Petunia.
"What is it?" Harry called back, assuming she could hear him.
"Oh my," she seemed rather surprised. "Well, Vernon and I are going to lunch with one of his friends and we're leaving Dudley here, Piers and Malcolm are coming over in a few minutes. Be nice and uhm, help yourself to lunch."
"Thank you," all four boys called to her. After a moment they heard the door close to signal the elders leaving.
"So, do you all want lunch?" Harry asked them in the small silence.
"I could go for a salad and perhaps a nice bowl of stew," Malfoy said, rising from the couch.
"It'll probably be cheap vegetable sandwiches on dry white bread," Harry said, he stood and stretched shortly.
"It's so obvious you were raised muggle," Malfoy said, rolling his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"We have a house elf to cook for us."
"Is there one to help you get dressed? Or six maybe?" Blaise asked the blonde.
"I have not required six house elves since…well since Raj's party," Malfoy retorted.
Blaise only nodded, acknowledging his proven point.
"Dipsy," Malfoy called the small elf wearing a faded and torn Gryffindor pillow case.
"Yes Master?"
"We'd like lunch served in the kitchen in about a half hour. I'll have a small Caesar salad with light vinaigrette on the side and a half bowl of Persian crab stew. To drink I'll have spring water," Malfoy instructed.
"I'll have an Italian vegetarian sandwich with the zesty sauce," Blaise put in, "as well as a bottle of butterbeer."
"Yes Masters. Is you wanting something as well?" the long faced creature asked Ron.
"I'll just have some shredded steak over potatoes, and can I have some green beans as well? I'll drink butterbeer too, thanks," Ron said, a little nervous.
"Yes sir, and you Master?"
Harry paused for a moment, he was rather hungry. "I'll take a baked potatoes and a little bowl of clam chowder with the crackers. Plus some butterbeer."
"Yes Master," with a pop the creature was gone and the boys were left sitting in the room again.
"I'm going to change from my travel cloak, I'll meet you three downstairs," Blaise stood and moved to leave. "Do you have your blue sweater with you Draco?"
"Always."
"I'm borrowing it, okay?"
"Sure, try to be careful with it though, I haven't renewed the charms on it in a while so it's getting a little cheeky."
Blaise waved over his shoulder and left the room. Malfoy sighed audibly and checked out the room for a moment. "What's your plan for the year Potter?"
"What do you mean?"
"How in hell are you going to get three wizard born and bred boys to play Muggle for a full year?"
"Threats, intimidation and favors if I have to," Harry answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
Malfoy and Ron raised their eyebrows but made no immediate comment.