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 9
'Shit,' Hermione thought as she was lead into the infirmary by Fred. She'd been a little hesitant, not exactly sure how to explain things to the new amnesiac.
"Wood?" Fred said as they rounded the curtain that kept Wood from the rest of the infirmary. He pushed Hermione forward. "Look who's here."
Hermione watched as Wood, who had been lying down on the bed sat up quickly with a large grin. He reached out towards Hermione with both of his hands and encircled her waist with them. He pulled the shocked girl down onto the bed with him in a sitting position before leaning in and kissing her.
"Well," said George with a grin of his own. "At least he remembers somebody." Hermione resisted the urge to squeal and push Oliver away, but soon she wasn't thinking of any of that. Oliver's kiss was gentle and sweet and Hermione found she couldn't resist for long. Only the sound of Harry clearing his throat loudly broke them apart and Hermione blushed while Oliver grinned.
"Sorry," Oliver breathed. "But who are you lot?"
'This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening,' Hermione chanted in her head as she sat by Oliver's bed that night. The others had left long ago after explaining who they were. It seemed Oliver's memory had been wiped of almost everything and everyone, but her. Why, she didn't know, but she'd heard of cases like this before. She just couldn't remember why the patient only remembered one person.
She looked down at Oliver's sleeping form. He'd refused to sleep unless she stayed and, even then, he had to hold her hand to be comfortable. So that was how she sat, exhausted, confused, and bewildered in a chair with Oliver clutching her hand in his sleep.
She glared at him. The cocky prat! If he hadn't been trying to show off in front of her, then he wouldn't have gotten hurt. He would've been just fine. She would be in her dorm and he in his. She could've been comfortable in her bed instead of stiff in the chair.
The most frustrating thing about everything was that she was sure he didn't remember their agreement. This would account for why he was gripping her hand like a two year old. It seemed that she'd have to explain everything to him. But how would she do that when she was enjoying this so much?
She sat there a few more moments, pondering whether or not she could chance pulling her hand out of his. She bit her lip before deciding, in a rush, that she would. She slowly began to slip her hand away. She was dismayed when Oliver began muttering in his sleep.
"Mmm," he breathed. "Stay…don't leave…so beautiful...so sweet." Hermione grimaced as she thought of who Oliver could be talking about. She held her breath as her hand was finally released. When Oliver didn't move she grinned and released the pent up breath.
She stood quietly and tiptoed to the door. She had just gotten it open and stepped one foot outside the door, when…
"You're leaving?" Oliver asked suddenly from his bed. Hermione made a face before pasting on a smile and turning.
"Yeah, um, I'm really tired. I'll come back tomorrow. There's something we have to talk about." Oliver frowned.
"Are you breaking up with me?" Hermione shook her head quickly.
"No, no. It's nothing like that, well, it is, but totally different really. Oh, just wait until tomorrow and I'll explain everything." Oliver nodded unsurely before lying back down.
"Ow!" he said suddenly as his head touched the pillow. Hermione rushed over to him.
"Are you o-ahh!" she shrieked as Oliver grinned and grabbed her. He pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss.
"I couldn't sleep without it," he said by way of explanation before closing his eyes. Hermione just stood over him with an open mouth. When she didn't move, Oliver opened his eyes. "Are you gonna stand there all night? I'd like to get some rest and it really isn't easy with you standing there distracting me."
