The Contract

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Chapter 12

Hermione stared into Oliver's eyes for a few moments as she tried to figure out a way to stop what was happening. This was not supposed to happen. She was not supposed to fall for Oliver and he definitely was not supposed to fall for her. Things were falling apart.

"Hermione," Oliver said softly. "Answer me. If you didn't like me, then you already would've told me. I may not remember much, but I know you wouldn't let me believe in lie." He grinned. "Now I know you like me."

"I don't," the words escaped from Hermione's mouth before she could even blink.

"You do too," Oliver pressed. "You've been sitting here thinking up lies. You're trying to figure out a way to keep from getting hurt. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Look you're not yourself right now, so why don't we continue this conversation when you remember what your mother's maiden name is?" Hermione stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Oliver reached out and grabbed Hermione's sleeve, effectively stopping her. "I'm not going to let this go away," he promised lowly. "When I get my memory back, we will talk about this. Until then, I'll just figure out a way to make you like me."

"You can't make me like you," Hermione snorted. Oliver smiled.

"I can try," he promised with a smile.


"Harry, I'm telling you, something's up," Ron said as they headed back to the common room before lunch. "First Hermione disappears, then Fred and George earn points instead of losing them, and then Draco Malfoy loses points for Slytherin because he's down in the dumps or something. I think the end of the world is coming." Harry laughed.

"Ron, you're a drama queen."

"I am not! I just think something's up. Hey, have you seen Hermione at all today?" Harry shook his head.

"Ron, I've been with you all day so if you haven't seen her, then chances are I haven't seen her either." Ron nodded thoughtfully, not noticing that Harry was making fun of him.

"I'm worried about her," Ron said suddenly. "I think she and Oliver are taking this thing way too far and now that he's lost his memory, he thinks they're really dating."

"Well, since we know the truth, and we know Hermione, I doubt she'll let him go on believing it. I'm sure she'll find some way to tell him the truth. Snicker doodles," Harry said as they reached the portrait that led to the common room.


"Son of a bitch!" Draco roared inside his private room. Every Slytherin had one; they were the only ones who didn't have to share rooms. Salazar must have understood the need for privacy. "How can he do that?" He paced between his working table and his bed before angrily pushing parchment and ink off of his work table.

He had followed Hermione down to the infirmary to learn about Wood. He'd been detained a few moments by some giggling first years in Hufflepuff, but by the time he'd gotten there he learned that Hermione must've tried to break up with Oliver. He hadn't let her though, no. The prat basically told her he was going to fight for her.

Draco was lost. How was he going to woo Hermione if Wood was always around trying to do the same thing? How could he win her heart if Wood already had it? He sighed. He could do this. It wasn't over, he'd just have to work harder and he'd just have to be better.

Draco smiled. Being better was something that came naturally to him. He was a Malfoy and Malfoy's always won. He'd win Hermione in the end. There was just no other way it could turn out.