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Chapter One: The Contract

Out of the blue

Came you.

Out of the black

I came out.

The stars dissolved in your eyes

For they were outshined thrice

And gold melted in your hair

In your light, I merely share.

Out of the box

I came out

Out of this world

Is our love.

Procrastination was slowly creeping to Hermione as she lay mindlessly on the worn leather couch, she knew that this day would be the same life the others, no excitement, no surprises. She was deeply hating herself because of the depressing knowledge that her life was beyond boring and predictable. As the clock ticked with every second that dragged, Hermione dreamed of the most impossible and incredible ways as of how she would turn her black and white life into a vibrant and exciting one. She sucked her breath as this disgusting realization started to sink in: She suck at life. Entirely, because, out of her friends she turned out to be the failed one. Why? She was The one who failed to find joy in her twenty-three years of existence set beside other people: Harry who was married with a now pregnant Ginny, Ron reached his dreams by becoming a known Auror just like Harry, Neville who found joy in teaching Herbology at Hogwarts, Dean Thomas who had been carving his name into history by producing masterpieces, Hagrid who was supervising a institution that take cares different species of animals and even the cruel and cold Draco Malfoy who was now a famous international quidditch player. While, she, the world's know-it-all and the smart-ass that was offered a hundred wonderful jobs possible hadn't found her single muse yet or maybe S.P.E.W was her only found muse that could bring her nowhere since no one seemed to support her. She felt empty, she always does, she always questions her existence, she exist but does not live. A budding urge was forcing her to participate once again in this typical day, to go to work and sit in front of her desk that was fully occupied with tall piles of papers and to live up to people's expectations. She sat up and took a sip of black coffee and sighed deeply. Out of the blue, an impatient knocking was heard from her front door. Hermione was very sure that it was either Ron or Ginny for they always come in her house almost destroying her door but she was disappointed because her hypothesis was fully incorrect.

"Miss Granger, Good Morning." A man in a black-and-white suit was standing in front of her wooden creaking porch.

"Good morning to you too, May I help you?" She was drawing conclusions that this man, perhaps, was a businessman that was yet to sales talk her and make her buy his products.

"I'm here to offer you a deal." He informed as he casted a head to toe insulting judging look at Hermione.

"What deal? I'm sorry but I'm not interested in your products." She said as she was about to shut the door close.

"No, I'm not selling anything. I'm here to offer you a deal." He explained as he stopped Hermione from closing the door. Hermione's eyebrows creased out of mere confusion.

"What deal?" She quickly asked. The man stared inside her house then fixed his tie professionally.

"Let's discuss this inside." He bossily commanded as he entered the house without any permission and as Hermione judge if she should ever entertain this arrogant man, the man sat comfortably on the sofa with his legs crossed and his black briefcase open.

"Please sit, Miss Granger." The man said as he fixed his rectangular glasses on the high bridge of his crooked nose. She felt as awkward being bossed around in her own house. As Hermione sit on the other single seat, the man carefully flip the contents of his black briefcase. "I am Attorney Marwick, Miss Granger, I want to offer you a deal."

"You already mentioned that. What deal?" Hurried Hermione without even accepting Attorney Marwick's offered handshake.

"It's a job actually, I-"

"What job?"

"Miss Granger, Let's get this straight-"

"That's a good idea, now what job?" Hermione could see that Mr. Marwick was losing his composure as well as his temper. Well, Hermione was very confident that she does well in making people's temper explode.

"You are offered a job as a lawful wife." He said casually as if for covering up for the bizarre statement.

"What?" Hermione reacted out of surprise that out of her reflexes, she stood up.

"You heard it right, Ms. Granger. You are offered a job as a wife. And I can assure you that you'll get a very high salary." Mr. Marwick snapped as if afraid that he would lose this deal.

Perhaps, because of the excitement and shock that were filling in Hermione's, she forgot how to act right.

"How much?" Hermione asked, losing her better judgment and ignoring the voice shouting in her head 'I don't care about your money, you git!'

"The contract says that you'll get an estimation of 2.5 million galleons every month. Which sums up that you'll be able to be paid 25 million for a year." Mr. Marwick said with an annoying triumphant smile for he thought that Hermione was similar to other people, have a price.

"Contract?" Asked Hermione totally ignoring the amount of money set in.

"Yes, it is here." Atty. Marwick said as he handed her a blank paper and with a flick of his wand, several letters and numbers were quickly crawling onto the paper. "The contract will only last a year, and after that... you can continue on your life with no changes. The only difference is, you'll be filthy rich."

"Who is this Damien Mathrude?" Hermione asked while criticizing every sentence in the said contract.

"He's an influential man in the wizarding world, and I can say that's he's a man, every woman wishes for." He said with such confident, it felt like a lie.

"Then, why does he want a spouse badly that he will hire one?" Hermione, made a point.

"Perhaps, I can say, that he has his own significant reasons." Mr. Marwick quickly answered, his hands rubbing together out of growing annoyance.

"And if every woman wishes for a man like him, then why did you choose to hire me as his wife?" Hermione, again, release another question.

"Let's say that you've met his greatest requirements." Mr. Marwick said with a forced calm voice.

"And what are those requirements?"

"I can sincerely answer your questions when you already accept the offer." He anxiously answered as he circled his wand along his thumb and forefinger.

"Well, I really need more time."

"I understand. Contact me via owl. I'll wait for you respond." He said as he closed his briefcase and fixed his tie. "Keep the contract and read it again, and again."

"Yes, I will."

"It's nice meeting you, Miss Granger. See you till the next time. I'm looking forward to your respond and I hope you'll make the right and most beneficiary decision." Mr. Marwick quickly spoke then he apparated in a thump! Hermione, who was left confused, sat heavily on the couch, biting furiously her fingernails while reading the contract once again. Perhaps, her life was boring but not after what happened that day.

A/N: Hello readers! I just wanted to inform you that this is my first fanfic! Aside from that, comments and suggestions are highly appreciated! Thank you and I hope that you enjoy!

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