A/N: Severus decides to visit a brothel. angsty, one-sided Snily. Warning for sexual content.
Submission for:
Return of the Daily Weird Prompt Thing [Speed-writing Competition]: a Polyjiuce brothel (hire a hooker to look like the person you want to bang!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
He looked down at the flyer in his hand before he faced the sign above the door. This was the place, no doubt about it. There wasn't another place like it for miles and he practically smell the seediness coming off it. But he wouldn't back out now. Around him, the other women of the night were glaring at him, another patron lost to the thrill of innovation, but he paid them no mind as he stepped forward and pushed open the door.
The lights were muted inside, his eyes barely able to make out the face of the woman sitting behind the front desk. But even if they were as bright as the sun, he knew he still wouldn't be able to see anything through the thick, hazy smoke. The room was filled with many different flickering candles, their overpowering smell causing his eyes to water from just standing in here.
"Good evening, Sir," a voice said on his right, causing him to jump slightly. He turned to see a woman standing there in a lilac robe, the sash loosely tied around her waist and her breasts partly exposed beneath. "Can I help you?"
His mouth opened and closed, the words stuck in his throat as he not to stare directly at her body. Eventually, he thrust his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out a small vial containing a single hair. It had taken a while to find but he knew it was hers.
The woman took the vial and inspected its contents. "This will cost more," she said.
He nodded. It had been a complete joke when Lucius had showed him the flyer over drinks, but tonight he had decided to actually visit the place. Thankfully, Lucius had also mentioned the pricing in his good-natured ribbing.
The woman walked towards the front desk and spoke to the receptionist for a moment before she walked back to him with a steaming cup.
"Please follow me," she said as she continued past him, beckoning him with a curl of her finger as she stepped through a small curtain of beads and into a small dark hallway.
He trailed behind her, pushing the curtains of beads aside as they walked. On both sides, there were numbered rooms, some with tiny signs saying "Do not disturb".
Soon the woman stopped and turned the handle on room #15. She stepped inside and he followed, taking his new surroundings. The room was painted a dull pink and bare with only a few necessary furnishings on the sides and bed in the center. The woman moved to a small table at the side and said, "Please disrobe, Sir."
He looked at her back and then down at his own body. Right now?
It seemed she picked up on his hesitancy. "Is this your first time, Sir?"
He said nothing though he could feel the warmth rising to his cheeks.
The woman stepped up to him and placed a soft hand on his cheek, tipping on her toes to speak into his ear. "This will be painless but I can guarantee, it will be better with your robes off."
She returned to the table, making a grand gesture of turning her back and allowing him some privacy. He quickly took off his robes and crawled beneath the covers of the bed. With a clearing of his throat, he said, "I'm ready."
The woman's head bobbed before she downed the steaming cup. He lay there amazed as her body changed before his eyes. Her short brown hair began to grow, turning shades darker and darker. Her skin got paler and her frame got softer as her body got thinner and less toned. Then she turned to him and his heart stopped as those vivid green eyes fell upon him.
"Lily," he breathed, leaning forward in the bed with his hand outstretched. She was there in the flesh, just like how he imagined her, just like how he had always wished.
The Lily before him smiled before she let the lilac robe fall to the floor and pool around her ankles, revealing her nude form beneath. "What would you like to be called, Sir?" she asked as she walked to the bed.
His shoulders drooped and his hand fell as the illusion was broken. This was not Lily. Lily would have known what to call him. Lily was gone... Lily was dead...
He jumped out of the bed and began grabbing his clothes and throwing them on hastily. The Lily tried to calm him down, but he simply shrugged her off before he stalked out of the room, down the hallway and right out of the establishment.
A few moments later found him back in his own bedroom, a half-finished bottle of whiskey clenched in his hand. It was foolish of him to ever think that was a good idea. In the end, no amount of magic could ever bring back his Lily.