A/N: This abandons my So Hard universe, yes. Warning: Smut. I know, my second attempt! Oh, and just so you know, I don't like prostitution, but yes, I am writing it. And I don't own Harry Potter. Or Albus. But I do own Natalie :D


I knocked on the door, knowing he'd let me in. We dated then broke up in our seventh year. But I need this so, so, so badly. He let me in. I explained my cause and he nodded.

"How much?" I asked, biting my lip. He smiled at me.

"I don't know," He admitted, "I've never done this before,"

"Me either," I blushed.

"What about... 10 Galleons for twenty minutes?" He asked me. I went redder.

"Alright," I nodded. We both jumped into his bed and took all of our clothes off. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. I was unsure of how to respond, so I kissed him back. This kissing went on for maybe two minutes, before we stopped.

"What next?" He asked. I shrugged, for I really had no idea. So we intertwined our arms and found we were stuck together by our arms.

"Wow, this is awkward," My cheeks burned crimson. He laughed.

"That blush reminds me of my family's exotic red hair," He informed me. I smiled.

"Does it?" I ask. He nods and I kiss him on the neck. He laughs and pulls me in closer, all modesty forgotten. I grin at him. I actually like this, which surprises me. He kisses me on the forehead with burning passion. We get tangled in each other and it felt exhilarating. Though I was getting paid for it, though, because I didn't exactly want to do that, even if it was better than I expected. His fingers ran through my brown hair, massaging my scalp. I sighed. I don't know why. Maybe it was the relief that I got Albus instead of some weird cranky old man. As we went through the night I know I probably did something embarrassing, but who knows.

We stayed up all night, and I started to feel... I don't know. Happy? Maybe that was it. We fell asleep around three in the morning and I was glad he had his own house so his parents didn't creep in. I got about 150 Galleons, which was enough for about two more weeks.

"Thank you," I whispered as we got up out of his bed the next morning. I was glad he had his own home. I didn't need his parents coming in here.

"I enjoyed myself, so don't worry," He smiled at me nicely. I blushed.

"Nice," I whispered, pulling my jeans up. As he got closer I had the strange urge to cover myself up, even though it was stupid. There was no need for modesty anymore. I pulled on my t shirt and he walked around without a shirt on, showing off his bear chest.

"Bye," He smiled at me as I left.

"Bye," I whispered back, hurrying down the steps of his house then apparating home.
I did feel a bit embarrassed as I left, for after we broke up we had been friends. But now it was just weird for us.