Chapter 3

Harry wasn't having a good day; in fact Harry wasn't having a particularly good life and he knew as soon as they went through the doors to the Great Hall, it was going to get a hell of a lot worse.

'Someone kill me now...'

"You know, there is a way to solve your problems." Blaize said when they had reached the Great Hall.

"Yes and what pray tell would that be." Harry said, glaring at him.

"Well I know someone who would be able to 'erase' so to speak, your friends bad memories of you. but it won't come cheap."

"Who? Tell me for fuck sake, I don't care how much it costs; I can't have this getting out! God Blaise come on!!" He said pleadingly.

As they entered through the doors, Blaise tilted his head towards the Slytherin table, winking at Pansy Parkinson as he did so. "Well a certain blond haired Ice Prince, has been taught by a certain father of his how to obliviate memories, handy little trick wouldn't you say, great around exam time."

"Oh God, I have to ask Malfoy for a favour, he'll never do it." Harry started rubbing his head trying to soothe away the past two days, but alas it wasn't working particularly well.

"Oh no, this isn't a favour, this is strictly business, Draco will do it, as long as his price is met. I'll tell him you want to speak to him after dinner. Toodles sweetheart." And with that he flourished off to the Slytherin table.

Next problem, where was he going to sit. Certainly not with Ron and Herminone, maybe Seamus, depending on whether they had told him yet, but by looks of things everyone was smiling so maybe his secret wasn't out as of yet.

"Harry mate, good to see ya! Nice summer? Mine was great I got to go see Ireland training. Bloody brilliant!" Seamus said, grinning at him.

'Oh thank god, at least I still have one mate in Gryffindor, maybe this won't be too bad, in fact as soon as I talk to Malfoy shudder things will be back to normal.' With that he leant back in his chair and enjoyed the meal, ignoring the glares from his ex-best friends across the table.

"Potter." God that drawl can only be one person, Malfoy.

"Yes Malfoy?" Trying to sound as naive as possible.

"Don't play innocent with me, Blaise said you were looking to do a bit of business and hear I am, now speak." He said in a business like tone.

"Not here Malfoy, come on follow me." Harry said proceeding up the main staircase. They ventured off into the unused wing of Hogwarts, and to the Room of Requirement. "In here, no one will interrupt us." Harry said opening the door with his wand.

"I'm not going in there with you till I know exactly what it is you want of me." Draco drawled again.

"You know exactly what I want. I heard you were particularly adept at memory spells, one in particular that erases memories." Harry whispered.

"What's this? Gryffindor Golden Boy wants me to perform an illegal spell, what next Voldie coming out with his own Broadway show." Draco smirked, his voice dripping with mock surprise.

"Shut up Malfoy, if you won't help me fine, just leave me alone." He turned to leave but felt a strong hand on his shoulder.

"I never said I wouldn't Potter. It just depends, of course, on what in particular you want me to do. And, of course, what in particular you're going to give me in return for this little act of kindness." Draco said turning Harry round. "After you Potter.." He said beckoning towards the door of the Room of Requirement. They both walked inside and found a small table, an inkpot, two quills and two soft chairs. Each sat on a chair and turned to face each other.

"Well Potter lets get started shall we, I have much more pressing business on my first day back than your petty problems." He said studying his nails.

"Yes of course, your majesty." Harry said his face upturned in disgust. "Before we start, I just want to make it clear that none of this goes out of this room, do you understand?"

"Yes of course, I always work under complete confidentiality between myself and my clients. Now I need the name of who is to be obliviated." Draco said again looking like a businessman.

"Well actually, its two people I need obliviated." Harry answered.

"Hmm well that will of course cost you double I'm afraid. Now names please."

"Ronald Weasley and Herminone Granger." Harry said quietly.

"Oh don't tell me the golden trio have had a little falling out. Aww, how sad, trying to make up with them? Personally I always thought you were much better without the Weasel and the Mudblood, but who am I to question other people's choices." He said sweetly.

"Oh I don't want to make friends with them again, they know something that if it gets out could ruin me, and so it needs to be erased." He said raising his eyebrow enough to rival Draco himself.

"Hmm I see, well that's no problem. I'll need to know what the memories are of course, if I'm going to erase them. Don't worry though, I meant what I said about confidentiality, no matter who it is." Draco answered.

"Well I need you to erase their memories of meeting me on the train today, they found me in a somewhat compromising position with Zabini." He trailed off.

"No way, don't tell me our little saviour of the Wizarding world is an ass- bandit!" Draco said, a smirk firmly fixed to his face,

"Yes Malfoy, I'm queer, lets move on. You can see why I don't want anyone knowing, right? It could ruin my reputation and Ron said he's going to tell everyone. So can you so it?" Harry knew it was his only hope, and his eyes were pleading with Malfoy.

"Of course I can, I hope that you weren't questioning my skills?" He said raising one well-manicured eyebrow at Harry.

"No of course not. I just want to get this done as soon as possible before he has the chance to tell everyone, and I don't think obliviating the whole school is a particularly good idea." He said, his eyes again pleading with Malfoy.

"Yes of course. Well everything seems to be in order then, apart, of course, from the payment. When we have discussed the terms and both parties are agreed to it, a wizarding contract will be signed, one of course which cannot be broken until the terms are met. Now my fee." He said pointedly at Harry.

"Anything, I don't care how much, I'll pay you as much as you want. You know I'm desperate, Malfoy."