Chapter 4

"What?? No fucking way, Malfoy. I've had more than enough Slytherin's touching me today, without adding their bloody Prince to the list. No fucking way." Harry repeated, his face flushed with anger.

"Fine Potter, deals off. Water off a ducks back to me." Draco frowned and turned to go, "Although your awfully fucking lucky that I would even consider letting you touch me, deal or not, very few people have had that privilege." Heading towards the door, he turned round, smirked, and said "Good luck with the mobs, dear. Last little hint before I go though, watch your crown jewels, I heard they like castrating little poofs like you." He walked towards the door, contract in hand, and as he did Harry seen his only hope leaving with him.

"WAIT. Wait. I've changed my mind." Harry said, looking defeated. "What exactly do you mean by physical payment?"

"How'd I know you'd come around?" Draco smirked. "Although now I'm not quite sure if I'm willing to help you." His eyes narrowing at Harry as he spoke.

"Fuck, come on. I'm sorry," Harry said through gritted teeth. "Yes of course I agree to the terms, and of course I'm lucky to get to touch you." He managed to say all that without vomiting, surprised at how much self- control he had.

"Great." Draco said as he spun round, robes billowing behind him. "My terms are that you will be at my beck and call for one month, fulfilling.lets just call them my bodily needs.and in return I will obliviate Weasel and the Mudblood, Ok?" Harry nodded. " Good, time to sign on the dotted line then, darling." Lifting up the contract he began to read:

"This is a wizarding contract, and will be broken upon pain of death.

Both parties must agree on the terms listed below and sign where indicated on this parchment. Each party will then receive a copy of the contract and will be branded on the left shoulder blade, marking their agreement with each other. This will not fade until the contract is fulfilled.

Terms: One Draco Malfoy will perform an Obliviation upon one Ron Weasley and one Hermione Granger, erasing the memories chosen by the Client, one Harry Potter. In return he will receive his chosen payment from the Client over the time period of one month. Both parties please sign below.

"What, you never said anything about getting fucking branded!" Harry shouted at him, attempting to rip the contract from hands.

"Don't worry, it's a standard contract clause, plus it has the added advantage of bonding us, so I can mind-call you when I need you. Helpful little bugger isn't it?" He said, again smirking.

Harry was getting well and truly fed up of that bloody smirk, and had the intense urge to rip his face off, but the thought of knowing his reputation was safe, meant he would force himself to deal with it. Then again there was only so much one sane person could fucking take.

"Yes, great. Now give me the contract, I'm ready to sign my soul away for a month." Harry said, sighing as he did so.

Draco handed the contract over to Harry and his eyes danced in delight as he signed the bottom. A small yelp from Harry indicted his brand had appeared, which earned Draco a glare. ("You never said it was going to hurt!" "Well you never asked, did you?") And it was now Draco's turn to sign, which, he did grinning.

"Well Potter, you never told me when you want this done, tonight, tomorrow, 2007?" Draco said sarcastically.

"ASAP, tonight's no good cause they'll be up in the tower. Tomorrow, at breakfast, that's the earliest I suppose." Harry stopped and thought for a minute. "Where are you going to do it, because as you rightly know, it is rather illegal and the Great Hall is filled with many a teacher, who, I suspect, wouldn't exactly approve of this?"

"Yes I know you dolt, that's where you come in. You have to get them to the owlery somehow. It's far enough away from the rest of the school so I'll have no distractions. No one will be up there at that time of day as they'll be having breakfast and the owls will be delivering the morning post so none of them will be accidentally hit. Not that I care about the stupid beasts, just if one of them appears at the table looking somewhat dazed and confused, and not going to its owner, suspicions may be raised." Draco said, speaking to Harry as if he was a small child.

"How the hell am I supposed to get them up there? They're not even fucking talking to me!!" Harry shouted, panic beginning to set in.

"Well that's not my bloody problem is it? Just make sure they're there at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning or the deals off. Now that that's sorted, I have more pressing business to attend to." Draco blew a kiss at Harry. "Goodnight sweetheart." And with that, he'd gone.