The Contract
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter in anyway, shape, or form (though I wish I did because J. K. Rowling has to be one of the richest people in the world by now).
Summery: Tired of being asked out by guys she wouldn't want her worst enemy to date, Hermione decides to take Oliver Wood's offer. Oliver Wood, tired of being mobbed by almost every girl within twenty feet of him, hears about Hermione's problem and offers a solution; they pretend to go out until one of them finds another person they want to date.
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Chapter 7
Oliver led Hermione out of the Great Hall and down the corridor. He continued until he found an empty classroom and he dragged Hermione into it.
"What's wrong with you?" Hermione chanced, even though she thought she knew. "What's with the act?"
"It's not an act," Wood said his Scottish accent becoming thicker with agitation. If she wanted Malfoy, then why the contract?
"Then who shoved a stick up your arse?"
"No one shoved a stick up my arse, but I will not allow this to happen!"
"Allow what to happen?"
"Don't play dumb with me! You've been snogging Malfoy! He told me!" Hermione blanched and Oliver flinched. "I was hoping you'd say it was a lie, but according to your face, it's the truth." Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
"I'm sorry," she apologized softly. "It just happened. He was talking to me and all of a sudden he just kissed me." She shrugged. "I pushed him away, but I guess I was shocked because I couldn't move for a few moments."
"Why, for Merlin's sake, did you let him kiss you?" Oliver asked and was surprised at the anguish in his voice. He'd have to set things straight soon or he'd probably end up falling for someone who didn't want him.
"I didn't," Hermione tried to explain. "I told you I pushed him away." Oliver ran his hands over his face.
"Hermione, it looks like our agreement is going to cause some problems."
"What are you talking about? It's not like someone else is in the picture."
"Yes there is," Oliver said staring at her in disbelief when she shrugged her shoulders to indicate she had no idea what he was talking about. "Don't you get it? Malfoy fancies you." Hermione snorted.
"Not a chance. He's just trying to make my life miserable by ruining what he thinks is a romantic relationship." Oliver raised an eyebrow suggestively.
"So what you're saying to me is that you don't think this is a romantic relationship," Oliver said suddenly turning towards Hermione. He walked towards her with a mischievous smile. Hermione's eyes widened again.
"You're moodier than Ginny when she's on her period, do you know that?" she asked backing away from the Quidditch captain. "Besides, weren't you just mad at me for the whole Malfoy thing?" Oliver shrugged.
"Well, I figured that since his kissing shocked you that I should help you out of that shock with familiar lips." Hermione snorted again.
"Not that familiar."
"Well, familiar enough really," he lunged at her and missed, landing on the floor. "I figure," he continued. "That we should do more PDA and make more public appearances together to show everyone how devoted to me you are." He grinned and stood. Hermione, at that last statement, froze in her spot.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked him with an incredulous look. "Why can't you be devoted to me?" Oliver grinned at her.
"Are you kidding? Look at me?" Hermione laughed angrily.
"Oh, you egocentric git!" She turned, still laughing, and left the room.
Hermione had barely gotten two feet from the classroom she'd just exited, when Malfoy's voice stopped her in her tracks.
"So is it over then?" he asked startling her. He was leaning against the wall facing the door to the classroom, studying his nails as though he cared less. "Between you and Wood?" Hermione turned to face him with look of disgust.
"No it's not," she answered haughtily. "No thanks to you." Malfoy sighed moodily and gave up the pretence of studying his hands. He looked to Hermione with hurt evident on his face.
"What?" he gritted out between his teeth. "Is it going to take? What do I have to do?" Hermione couldn't have hidden the surprise she felt if she wanted to.
"I-I have no idea what you're talking about." Malfoy stared into Hermione's eyes as though to drive his point home.
"Why do you pretend that you don't know?" he asked her. "Did the library mean nothing to you? Do I mean nothing to you?" he rushed forward and captured Hermione's wrists in his hands. "I-I just want to know the truth."
"So do I," said Oliver, finally emerging from the room. "Malfoy, what in the bloody hell are you doing to my girlfriend?"
