The Contract

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Chapter 14

'Two days,' Oliver thought as he sat in his bed. He pointed his wand at a nearby vase and made it float. 'She hasn't been here in two days.' Hermione had been avoiding him like the plague since his declaration and he wasn't allowed to leave the infirmary yet. His memory was returning quickly and Madame Pomfrey was releasing him today. She gave him a bottle of potion that he was to take a spoonful of every morning until it was gone.

He grimaced at his last thought. The potion was a horrible concoction that Snape had brought to him. Wood believed he'd done it on purpose for bludger he 'accidentally' let loose in Snape's class the year before. He'd done it on a dare from the Weasley twins and had been surprised to find breaking the rules fun.

"Wood?" it was Madame Pomfrey. She was walking briskly towards him with a large smile. "You're free to go."


"Malfoy," Hermione sighed wearily. She'd been in the library, doing more research, when Malfoy appeared and sat across from her at her table. "You've been shadowing me for the last two days. What do you want?" She glared across the table at him. He smiled easily back at her.

"I want to spend time with you," he told her honestly. His smile faded as he stared her down. "Hermione, why won't you believe me? I want us to have a relationship." Hermione ignored his question.

"We do have a relationship," she told him. "You're the evil Death Eater and I'm apart of a group that will stop you." She smiled brightly. "Isn't it just lovely?" Draco glared.

"I'm not a Death Eater," he said quietly looking at his hands. He hesitated a second before raising his eyes to hers. "I won't be a Death Eater, Hermione. Not if you save me." Draco dropped his eyes back to his hands and Hermione allowed her jaw to drop.

"What? How can I save you?"

"By loving me," Draco said before he could stop himself. Once he realized what he'd said he looked up at Hermione's face quickly, fear written all over his face.


Harry stood rooted in his spot. He and Ron had come to the library, looking for Hermione. They'd found her and had been just in time to overhear her entire conversation with Malfoy. Harry couldn't believe it and had a hard time trying to move while Ron almost passed out from shock.

Without warning Fred and George grabbed the two younger boys and dragged them behind a stack of bookshelves so that they couldn't be seen.

"Where did you two come from?" Ron hissed when he could talk. Harry nodded as that was all he could manage at the moment.

"Oh we've been watching this from the beginning," Fred admitted merrily. "It's a lot like those muggle soap operas mum watches."

"Well fill us in before Ron goes and kills Malfoy," Harry managed.

"Certainly," George said. He cleared his throat quietly. "Draco loves Hermione, but Hermione loves Oliver."

"What about Oliver?" Ron asked.

"We're pretty sure he loves Hermione."

"Pretty sure?" Harry asked skeptically. The twins shrugged their identical shoulders.

"It's either Hermione or himself," George said.

"Jury's still out on that one," Fred admitted while George nodded in agreement.

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" Harry asked as Ron slapped his forehead into his palm.

"Hell," came Ron's muffled answer.