The Agreement
Chapter 2
Malfoy's faced turned stony. "Granger, I'm offering you money. 1000 galleons." He snapped. He wanted to wring her neck, but then his plan would be ruined.
She did not seem intimidated by his stare. "Why should I do you a favor if you wouldn't do one for me?" Malfoy seemed to think for a moment.
"Because you're a lowly piece of filth." He prompted. Hermione turned to go. "I was kidding, Granger. Come on." He said dryly. Malfoy sighed. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Well, you have a raw sense of humor, then." She turned to glare at him over her shoulder. Then she turned to face him completely.
"I'll carry your bag up to the Great Hall. I know it's heavy." Hermione looked at him sourly as she hitched her bag up.
"Is that it?" She asked selfishly.
"So what if it is?" Malfoy began to roll his eyes, but he glanced at the Gryffindor's face. "Okay, fine. I'll...uh, do your homework." He tried again.
"As if I'd let you do my homework. Ha." Why was she even sticking around? She didn't want to help him. All that much.
"Woman, don't be all picky and choosy with me. I haven't the time."
Hermione was about to object when an idea sprung to her head. "How about you are my servant until this deal is "done"?"
"Alright." The blonde answered not even hearing what she'd said. "Wait, what!" "No! I'm not going to be your slave. You're beneath me. You should be cleaning my shoes. Picking lint from my robes!" He raved on.
"Fine. No deal then." She turned to go, but Malfoy grabbed her shoulder.
"No! Just sign the contract, and you're free to go." He pulled some wrinkled papers from his pocket along with a quill. He quickly signed his name on a dotted line in fancy writing. "Hurry up." He commanded shoving the papers under her nose.
Her eyes ran from side to side down the page. She flipped through each one and read thoroughly. She handed it back to him without signing. "Public displays of affection? Are you mad?" She shook her head. "You must be. This is bull."
"Granger! What are you? A prude of some sort? Or...are you really a queer?" He peered at her quizzically.
"Stop smirking at me! Of course I'm not a prude! This is just...disgusting! I'm not doing it." She huffed. Though, Malfoy as her servant was a tasty and satisfying idea. "Give it here." She said at last. She snatched the packet and signed underneath his name.
"Good. Now, slave. Is it all right if I call you that? Well of course it is. You're my servant boy. Take my bag and carry it." She dropped her bag at his feet, then turned around and walked away from him.
He sighed. Why Granger? Why? He heaved a groan as he picked up her bag. It certainly was heavy. Not that it surprised him, being the bookworm she was. He trudged up to the Great Hall, then over to the Gryffindor table. He received many embarrassing stares throughout the hall. "Here, you stupid mudblood." Before she could answer he stalked over to the Slytherin table where he sat down next to Blaise
Zabini.
"Since when do you-"
Malfoy held up to hands. "Don't even ask." Blaise searched Malfoy's face.
"Hermione, why was Malfoy carrying your bag?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Why, Hermione?" Ginny chirped.
"Well, it's sort of a secret. I'll tell you this though. As part of a legal pact, Malfoy has to serve me." She grinned happily as she spooned mashed potatoes onto her plate.
"It must be bad, then." Harry said after a moment of silence.
"It is." She agreed.
Pansy curled up next to Draco. "Why were you carrying her disgusting things, Draco?" She glared at him. He glared back.
"Since when was it your business what my business is?" He asked confusing her.
"Well, it's embarrassing. Mudbloods live to serve us." She said sulkily.
"Shut up, Pansy." Malfoy said as he chewed. He felt eyes on him. He looked up and saw the Mudblood staring at him with loath in her eyes. He didn't feel up for a contest, so he glanced down at his plate.
"Are you going to tell me?" Blaise asked, annoyed. He'd seen Granger's look too. Malfoy stared at him. He seemed to be thinking it over.
"I'll tell you later." He lied. That was all he said after that for the entire meal. After eating, he passed dessert and left to go back up to his and Granger's common room.
Malfoy sat in front of the fire, staring into it. He needed to write out his plan. So far, all he had was this:
Fine a suitable student in the seventh year. He crossed that out.
Offer something in return. Even if you are a Malfoy. Slavery.
Lay out rules. You're a Malfoy. You make them.
Make sure to make Potty and Weasel mad. Just for the fun of it.
Don't. Get. Caught.
He couldn't really picture Granger as suitable, but she was smart. She was sensible. She had brains. Unlike Pansy. He saw her often enough, seeing as they were Heads. Now, to get Granger to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of other students, teachers, and his mum. It was perfect. With a bit more planning, he was sure nothing could go wrong.
Just then, Granger came strolling in, with the weasel's little sister following behind. He groaned. The red headed girl was the most annoying thing besides Pansy.
"Oh, you're here." Granger said sulkily. The Slytherin ignored her and continued writing. She ran up the stairs to her room with a confused Ginny struggling to keep up.
"So, what is it?" Ginny asked excitably. Hermione gave her a look.
"It's nothing to get all worked up about." Hermione said sitting on her bed. Ginny plopped down next to her and waited.
"Well, you see...Malfoy and I signed a contract. Ginny's eyes widened. "About what?" She breathed.
"You know how the Ministry's school board is coming for inspection in two weeks? Well, Narcissa Malfoy, she'll be here. Do you remember her from the Cup?" Hermione asked playing with her hands in her lap. Ginny nodded.
"Malfoy, Merlin knows why, explained to her that he had a girlfriend. He said his mother wants him to have one. For his own good or something." Ginny snorted.
"Malfoy is far from good." She interrupted. "Oh, go on." She said noticing Hermione's scowl.
"So, he wants me. Me of all people to pose as his...beau." She said disgusted.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing, Granger." Came a cold drawl from the door. Hermione groaned.
"Do you know what privacy is?" scoffed Ginny.
"It is a bad thing!" Hermione screeched standing up.
"Are you PMSing?" Malfoy cracked, smirking.
"NO!" She screamed making Ginny wince.
"Fine, I was just leaving." He shut the door with a snap. Hermione immediately calmed down.
"Sit." Ginny said. Hermione sat.
"Where were you?"
"I have to pretend to be his girlfriend." Hermione shuddered openly.
"What do you get in return?" Her friend asked sympathetically.
"As I've told you, he has to be my servant." Hermione grinned proudly for having thought up something like that. Ginny gasped.
"You're too much, Hermione. Brilliant!"
Malfoy, whom was listening outside the door rolled his eyes and went back down into the common room. Weasleys were pathetic.
"So can I tell Harry and Ron?" queried Ginny. Hermione shook her head.
"How do you think they'd take it? Especially Ron?"
"You're right. I promise to keep it secret."
"You'd better, Ginny.
"Well, I'd best be going." Ginny said standing up.
"Okay, see you tomorrow morning." Ginny skipped from the room. This was too much! She couldn't take it. Who could she tell?
On her way down to the common room she passed Malfoy going up the stairs. She squeaked and hurriedly tripped down the stairs. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.
Malfoy burst into the Gryffindor's room for the second time that evening. "What now?" He heard her said.
"I must lay down a few rules." He smirked and leaned against the frame of the door.
"First, go turn on the shower. Make sure the water is warm. Then we'll talk about your little laws." She commanded. Malfoy had no choice but to obey. Not before curtsying first. "Yes my lady." He mocked.
A few moments later, she heard the shower being turned on. He came back, seemingly a bit more pissed than before. Hermione brightened up. "Okay. What is so important that you had to come bothering me twice?"
"A few ground rules. First off, I will absolutely not touch you in any way while I serve you." Hermione opened her mouth to speak.
"That totally goes across your little displays of affection." She argued.
"Oh, well. This is while I'm being your slave. I don't want to touch you more than I should have to." Malfoy dictated in a quick manner. Hermione huffed. "Second. You are to be polite to my mother. She's really not a bad person. Hence whatever it is you think of her." Hermione agreed.
"Third, you go with whatever happens. Even in public. He gazed across the room into her dark brown eyes. "I think that's it." "For now." He added as an after thought.
"I don't like your stupid rules, but fine. I agree. Now, leave." She stressed. "I have homework to do."
"I have homework to do." Malfoy copied backing out of the room. "Nighty night."
Hermione rolled her eyes and fell back onto her bed, thinking of the agreement.
Ginny walked down to the library to study. It was going to be a blast to watch Hermione pretend to be the Slytherin's girlfriend. She snickered to herself as she walked in.
"Good evening." Madam Pince said nodding Ginny's way. Ginny waved back.
She made her way to the back of the library. Now, where to find what she was looking for? She rounded the aisles looking for what she needed. As she walked down an aisle about curses, she bumped into something. Or someone. "Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry." She said from the floor.
"No worries." A cheerful voice said. A hand reached down to help her. She gratefully took it and stood up.
"Oh." She sucked in her breath. Blaise Zabini looked down at her. He looked worried.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Oh, just, just fine." She seemed flustered. Blaise looked at her carefully.
"Okay, then. If you'll excuse me. Good evening."
"Goodnight." Ginny said falling against a bookshelf. The Slytherin made her insides curl.
She knew she couldn't concentrate, so she went up to the Gryffindor common room, spoke to none, and then excused herself to bed.
A/n: There's a bit more...It's five in the morning, so kindly excuse any mistakes. Thank you all for reviewing. This may not be the best of chapters, so I'll make it my duty to revise it. Soon. Good day to all.
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