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DPOV

Pansy straddled him, and it was getting boring. Draco was in the local brothel and had decided that he would have to ask for a new girl, Pansy was falling for him and he didn't like her.

"Ohhhh, Draco" she whimpered. She kissed him passionately, and he returned it roughly. He growled and rolled over on top of her.

HPOV

Hermione was in serious debt. Ron was dead, and had left her nothing. It had all gone to that cow Lavender. Harry had... changed after the war. He now owned a brothel on the other side of town. That wasn't the Harry she'd known and loved.

She looked at the owl at the window. She had read the letter quickly, and was confused. It was from Harry. It had made her cry. She couldn't help remembering the letters they had once wrote over the summers, and then this one. It read:-

Yeah Hermione,

Look, I know you've got debts and we need a new girl here. You sleep here, so you can sell your house. You pay me £7,500 a week. You will keep the rest. Food and drinks will be provided, as will clean sheets etc. Some clothes will be provided, but if you want more, you must get your own. Toys will be in your room. What clothes size are you? Remember the customer is always right. If he asks you to do something, do it. If he brings something for you to wear, wear it.

Reply

Harry

P.S. You get payed £250 an appointment, and the usual amounts of appointments is three. You get one day off.

Could she do it? Could she be a prostitute? Goody-two-shoes Hermione? But she didn't have much choice.

Dear Harry,

I will take you up on your offer and will be there tomorrow. I am a size four

Love

Hermione

She cried as she wrote those words. Then went upstairs to pack.

She stood outside the building, dithering. Then she was aware of someone behind her. She spun around and was surprised to see Malfoy there.

"Thinking of going in, Granger?" he sneered

"Actually, Malfoy, yes." she said and then ran up the stairs and disappeared inside, leaving a stunned Malfoy in the street.

She was standing in the lobby, and suddenly she felt like a little mouse again. She walked up to the receptionist and smiled at her.

"Where is Harry's office?"

"Mr Potter's office is up those stairs and to the right." Hermione nodded and bounced up the stairs. She knocked nervously on the expensive oak door.

"Come in" a voice grunted from the other side.

She stepped inside and looked around. It was full of empty firewhiskey bottles and had a strange smell of drugs.

"Hermione" a voice from across the room said. Harry was there, under a pile of paperwork. "You start tonight, Luna will show you the ropes."

Just then the door opened and Luna stepped in. She nodded at Hermione and she took a deep breath.