AUTHOR'S NOTE: He is a Curse Breaker, and she is a Triwizard champion. According to the law of attraction, she is going to change his life. After all, Bill Weasley is no exception to laws of nature.


Bill walked down the dark alley, as angry cats hissed at his feet. They knew him long enough to stop at that. The dimly lit sign of "Khaled Wasem's Byt D'ārh" glowed above the backdoor. The building was like a pair of fraternal twins - a happy colourful bar from the front, a shabby, dark sporting house from the back.

He walked in through the back door. Immediately the pungent smell of tobacco hit him. Bill wondered what lured lonely young men like him into this unappealing place. The smell made him nauseous, he could see the thick make-up on the girls' faces and he found the golden paint on various parts of their body ridiculous.

A woman was luxuriously stretched on the loveseat, flaunting her lithe legs. Bill could see her ribs sticking out through the golden blouse(or whatever it was – he never understood the Egyptian dresses).

"Billy boy, why the scorn?" she smirked.

Bill was a bit taken aback, then he realized it was Leila. Leila – who made loud jokes about Khaled's bald patch, who always fit him into her schedule when she did not have any regulars to attend to. He could remember a few times he had tried to join her regular clientele, but his Gringotts salary could not compete with the golden daddies who always flocked her.

"I don't have any regulars tonight. Care to give me some company?" she said, in her unnatural, husky voice.

Even two weeks ago, his legs would have turned into jelly at this. But tonight – nothing. Not even a stir. Leila Kadir was no longer flawless - she had turned into a mortal, a slightly starved mortal.

Bill smiled faintly. "No, I'll just pay off my dues tonight."

Leila raised an eyebrow, and Bill walked towards the back of the room. He drummed his fingers on the dusty counter and after a few minutes a very flushed Yaseer made his way towards him.

"Busy night, huh?" asked Bill.

Yaseer grinned. "Yes Bill, salary day, you see. Everyone has a little money to jingle."

And you have a bonus to snatch, you poor sod, thought Bill.

The man pulled out a catalogue and said, "Well, we have these girls free tonight."

Bill was disgusted at how similar it was to choosing a dish at a restaurant.

"No, I'll just pay my dues," he said. "How much do I owe?"

Yaseer's face fell a little. "Just pay your dues? Very well," he said, pulling out a grimy ledger. "Let's see... fifty six Galleons."

Bill counted the coins and set them down on the table and turned to leave.

"Are you sure you are not interested in anyone?" asked Yaseer, again. "Afraa is not free tonight, but Leila is. Or maybe... Are you looking for another girl?"

Bill stopped in his track. "No, Yaseer. I found the girl I was looking for. And I'm not coming back to this wretched place," he said.

And he never looked back.