Colours of the Night

Chapter 3

Lily, Our Lily?

"Lily, where have you been? Its morning and you've been gone all night." Derek's angry face met hers.

Rule number 2: never stay with a man after sex. More time on the floor,

The more screwing you can do, the more money you'll make each night. The guy pays for sex not someone to warm his bed. He'd have a bloody wife to do that.

Two rules broken in one night, she was screwed. Well by James Potter literally.

"Sorry, Derek," Lily said.

"I've had men asking for you all night. It doesn't sound good for a business man to not know where his staff are." He looked upset, but Lily didn't blame him. They'd probably lost a lot of good hard cash that evening.

"I'm sorry, I promise it won't happen again," she said.

"It better not," he said shortly. "So where were you? Decided the rules were too good for you?"

"No, Derek, I was with a customer."

"Lily, don't you understand, wasted time is-"

"Wasted money, yes, I know," She replied.

James rounded the corner, listening to their conversation.

"But you still stayed with him; did you fall asleep in his bloody arms?" Derek yelled.

"Yes, I did!"

"Lily, how many times do I have to remind you, if he wanted that then he'd have a bloody wife!"

"He's twenty-two!" Lily snapped. "No-one gets married at twenty-two!"

"How the hell do you know that? You're not supposed to get to know them, Lily, you're their bloody whore, they pay for you to keep your trap shut and shag them!" he snapped. Something had broken; Derek had never spoken like that to her before.

She felt tears stinging in her eyes. She'd come to trust Derek to watch after, keep her happy(-ish). Was this all she was viewed as?

"I went to school with him!" Lily replied loudly. "He was in my year, and he used to fancy the hell out of me!"

"I don't want you anywhere near him," Derek said fiercely. "I'll let you off this once. But you can miss all your breaks for the next couple of nights, until you've brought the money lost back in."

"Why don't we use him as business opportunity?" Lily asked.

"No, don't you bloody touch him. He's none of your business. I have paperwork to attend to…" he said, walking off.

James rounded the corner, "Hey."

"How much did you hear?"

"Most of it."

"Oh."

He bent to touch his lips with hers, "I'm coming back," he told her.

"Okay," she laughed, "but you can talk to Derek about it."

James nodded, "I've missed you so much," he breathed into her hair.

"It's been ten minutes, James."
"No, before…" James replied. He smiled, "I've got Quidditch practice. But I'll be back at seven."

"Okay, I'll try and convince Derek to let me stay out at the bar. Great for business."

"Damn business," James said, "I hate your business and what it means to you."

"Sorry, James," she said, gazing at him intimately. "I can't change that."

He frowned, "later then, love."
"See you soon, James," she replied.

He bent to give her a parting kiss.

"And don't forget to pay Derek."

He looked up in shock. "I shouldn't have to."
"James, you slept with me, you have to pay," she said.

"Aw, dammit, look I've gotta go, Lily. I don't think it'll be a good example if Captain shows up late for team coaching." He bent to kiss her.

"See you tonight."

"See you later, Lily."


"Padfoot, I saw Lily," James said quietly.

"You what?" Sirius asked, clattering his coffee cup loudly on James' kitchen work surface.

"Careful!" James exclaimed.

"Sorry, mate," Sirius replied. "When did you see her? And where? Do you… I mean, do you still like her?"

"Yes, Paddy," James said, taking a swig of coffee. "I love her."

"Come on now, there's no point in going there again. James, she never liked you before, don't go back to obsessing over her." Sirius said, watching James' dark features. "There's no point, not now…"
"Padfoot, I slept with her," James cut him off.

"You what?" the mug shattered as Sirius dropped it on the floor.

"Padfoot!" James exclaimed, bending to clear up coffee and shattered china.

"Sorry, Prongs, but did you just say you slept with Evans?" Sirius asked.

James leant casually against the counter. "Yeah," he replied.

"How the hell did you manage that?" Sirius asked, "Did you drug her? Or was she drunk?"

"No, mate, she was completely sober," James replied seriously.

"Yeah right," Sirius laughed.

"Is that you questioning my desirability, Padfoot?" James asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Hmm…" Sirius said. "Sorry Prongsie, you don't float my boat."

"No?"

"No. but apparently you float Evans'," Sirius teased.

"Yeah," James grinned widely, moving into his sitting room.

"So, how did it happen?" Sirius asked, gazing at him.

"Padfoot," James said. "Lily's a bloody prostitute."
"No way! Our Lily? Lily Evans?!" Sirius said.

"I know!" James matched his surprised tone.

"Well, you definitely won't get her now," Sirius said, sadly.

"I will! Padfoot, I've always said it, and I won't give up now! Lily Evans will be mine!" James said sharply.

"I dunno, Prongs," Sirius said doubtfully. "Would you even want a slut like that?"

"I LOVE LILY!" James yelled. "Don't you dare call her a slut!"

"Chill, man," Sirius said.

"I'm meeting her in the bar at seven," James said.

"Well, I suppose you and I had better get ready then," Sirius said.

"Oh! You're coming too, are you?" James asked.

"Yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Alright, Padfoot."


She kept her word and asked Derek to let her sit at the bar. He agreed, when Lily was out front, the men were thirstier, she got more offers and besides he could keep an eye on her. She walked up to him at six, sitting on one of the high barstools. There were a dotting of men sitting across the bar, but the big gangs had not come yet. Lily sighed, sitting straight against the stool; her legs crossed one over the other elegantly. She thrust her chest out to give the surrounding guys a better view of it.

She pouted, grinning seductively at a man sitting across from her. She bent softly to give him a view of her cleavage. He smiled back at her, before slowly making his way over to the bar.

He smiled at Derek and his business partner, Harold. "Hey, another firewhiskey and whatever you're asking for a romp with that redhead."

"That's four sickles for the firewhiskey and 100 galleons for my Lily-Flower." Derek said, though Lily did not for a moment believe she was back in favour with the boss, it was just an endearment thrown about for her clients' benefit.

"Lily-Flower, take our friend here, see that he enjoys his drink and then take him to the royal suite."

"Yes, Derek." She shot her partner, who introduced himself as Ryan, a suggestive smile. He was a large, greying middle aged man who was obviously much older than her.

After he finished his drink, she took him to the suite and made love to him, wishing that it was James' body on top of hers.

"Who do I give the dosh to?" he asked Lily.

"You better sort that with Derek or Harold, I don't deal with all that." She pushed the door open. A small blonde that had just joined the organisation showed him out. He gave her one last parting kiss, before he left.

She sighed, pulling her clothes back on before going back to her room. She had a quick shower to clean the sweat off her body. More of his than hers. She pulled on some fresh lingerie and then dried and curled her hair with some charms. She glanced at the clock before she left her private chambers. It was five past seven, knowing James he would be here and worrying about her already. She fastened her five inch heels, swaying her hips as she walked up to the bar.

Just as she had suspected, James was already sitting there, glass of firewhiskey in hand. Next to him sat another very familiar face. She bit back a cry of surprise, and carried on walking. She stopped briefly as a man tapped her bum. She smiled sweetly, blowing him a soft kiss. A few men whistled and she struck a pose. She made her way back to the bar, feeling Derek's eyes on her.

"You took your dear sweet time, Lily," he whispered into her ear.

"Sorry," she breathed, "I had to get cleaned up; I was soaked with his sweat."

"Okay," he replied, pouring a shot for a man at the front of the queue. The guy raised his glass to Lily, who posed for him.

"What's next then, boss?" she asked.

"Couple of guys, but just wait, they'll come when they're ready. Rich guys, Lily. Until then, I suppose you can do a couple of quick jobs." He watched her place herself on the bar counter.

"Just tell me when I'm needed," she said.

He watched her flirting with the men as they came to buy drinks. Of course many were interested, but few could afford the price. Buying sex was not cheap. Especially from his best girl.

The other girls danced around the hall, flirting with any potential buyers. He was surprised Lily was not out front, flaunting her attractive body. It was like she'd changed dramatically in the course of a few hours. He watched Lily lay out on the bar, her hand swiping past the crotch of the man at the front of the queue. He gasped. "Is this the 100 galleon one?" he asked Derek.

Derek nodded.

"Not at the present moment, I'll save though. Then you and I can be more intimately acquainted." He winked at Lily.

She smiled widely, "I look forward to it."

James walked up to the bar, his mate by his side. "Two firewhiskeys," James asked. "And can I have another go with Miss Red-Head here?"

"Evans?!" James' companion asked.

"Black," she said, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"Evans… wow, never expected to find you in a place like this," he grinned, looking at her slinky clothing.

Lily sat up, glaring at Black, her once steaming temper jumping to the surface. She hadn't lost her temper with any man for ages, for men meant sex, and sex meant money.

"Lily!" Derek said lowly. The expression on his face was deadly serious. Don't you dare make a mess of things now. She continued her advance on the dark-haired man. She ran her hands across from one shoulder to the other and planted a kiss on his cheek. Sirius smirked.

"She's 100 galleons, per time," Derek said.

"I don't have 100 galleons to spend on sex right now," Sirius said. "But I believe my mate is interested."

Derek nodded, "very well. Lily-Flower…"

She looked at him and nodded. She led James away.

"I need to know what happened," he told her. "Why you're doing this?"

"Then we'll talk, come there's a little private garden just off here." She took his hand and the two ran together, giggling like a pair of love-stricken teenagers.


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