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on the lyrics above, the site doesn't have it right, I should know I bought the dang CD. On the part of "Hollywood pose: teeth, tits, and drawers." Drawers should actually be toes. Then when it says "She'd take your money twice as hot as anyone can." It's actually "She'll shake her money maker twice as hard as anyone can." That sentence kinda goes with the title of the song does it not? Anyway, the only reason I settled with this site is cause it's usually reliable and all the other sites say the same.(I find that means half the people on these sites don't even care enough to buy the artist's album. The lyrics are almost always on the little booklet.)

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Walking quietly beside her new beau, Starlyn grimaced at his every word. He was the most repulsive of men and she couldn't stand being next to him. But that's what came with the territory, when you live your life taking advantage of others, you had to deal with an ugly one or two. And this one was exceedingly ugly. He had a very prominent forehead, shadowing his small beetle-like eyes. His nose was mushed up against his face as though someone had squished it in the womb. His lips were thin, but his mouth large, gaping at the most unopportune times. For example, just then when the camera's flash brightened the entire room. There was one thing that could be said about him though, he made her look even better. She never left his arm, wanting the media attention. It made her feel like the greatest woman in the world. All the people wanted to know about her, all the newspapers speculated about her importance. And all this just riled her soon to be husband's parents. Those stuffy busybodies, with their chaffeurs and help, gave her a bad case of acid reflux.

But she dealt with all of that. She had to. She wasn't going to fall into the rut her parents had. She wasn't going to be somebody's foot stool just because they were richer. She was going to be the rich one. Even if she had to service foolish men by the truckload. She'd made her bed, and it was extraordinarily lavish. The underside might be sticky and gross, but the top was all that mattered to Starlyn. And if she had to drag herself through the mud to get there, hell, she'd be the first in the race.

"Lynnie!!" Albert cried, after finally shutting, or having Kiki the house elf, shut the large oak front door. The paparazzi had been shoved and lassoed out of their abode.

He probably wanted some "Humpy Time". She sighed, picking herself up off the chair in the kitchen. She never let anyone, even the house elves, see her at her truest form. The form that despised her methods of ladder climbing. The form that cried endlessly at her fate. The form that blamed the other side for all her misfortunes. The other side being the one she was about to become. Stepping past the doorway and rearranging her features into something resembling complete adoration before becoming visible from the stairwell, she put on her flawless performance.

"I'm right here, Alley! And Lynnie wants Humpy Time!"

She heard him grunt in appreciation of her declaration, and pushed the turning stomach of her real form deep into the recesses of her mind. It wasn't good appearances to throw up during sex with someone you were supposed to love.

He was quicker tonight, she almost felt sorry for what she was about to do. The next morning they were going to get married. And then she'd kill and leave him like the other ten men she gotten with. It was for a good cause, it had to be. She got out of bed, and ran a bath. Starlyn had to be clean, Starlyn had to be fresh. Just because she did nasty things, didn't mean she had to be nasty.

By the time she'd gotten dressed and had made it downstairs for breakfast. Albert was gone. He usually had to leave the house and deal with his father's pressuring speeches about his playboy antics. But not this time. His father wanted him to resume his antics, to embrace the fly by night ways he'd installed in his psyche as a young man. But Starlyn wasn't worried about that. She had her Alley Cat firmly wrapped around her. She was reminded of this as she stepped off the last step.

The first thing you'd see, if you kept your chin in the air all the time, was a newly made portrait of herself and Albert. It really made her feel like royalty. But then again, she tried not to look at it. She didn't want to become attatched to anything she was going to have to kill. Being an assassin never allowed much time for getting attatched. She was halfway through her breakfast when she heard the door bell.

It was probably someone from the Alliance. Someone begging for some kind of update. She knew they'd have all the update they needed in the press, but Lilith wasn't one to take things at face value. A house elf answered the door, leading Henry into the room she was currently in. He didn't look at the place with awe antmore. It was something you could get used to after awhile.

"Alana, you need to start paying attention to your mail. I've been trying to contact you on Lilith's behalf for two weeks now. If she hadn't gotten the Daily Prophet, I wouldn't have come. "

"And what does that have to do with anything? If she got the paper, she knows I'm getting married today and her worries would be unneeded. She knows I can do my job, I've been doing just fine for five years."

Henry laid down his bowler hat and cane, sitting with a huff in the seat across from her. He wiped his brow with his handkerchief and sighed.

"Five years, ten men, 2 million galleons. Wonderful stats."

Starlyn Alana sighed. She used her middle name with anyone who was part of the Alliance, but used her first name with anyone else. It was her security blanket. It helped her seperate her real self from her dirty self. She was the Angel Alana and the Devil Starlyn all wrapped into one.

"It's not my fault I'm saddled with a bunch of momma's boys. I'd like to get a man that's not connected so much with his parents. A man who isn't living off someone else's wealth. "

"That's why I came here. Lilith saw that little hiccup too. She says that once you have finished with the one she'd got a quality catch for you."

"Name, age, and occupation?"

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, 28, new keeper of the Chudley Cannons."

"Oh, that one. The one with the Golden Trio?"

"Yes, though I must say he's not as resolved as the tabloids make him look. All the testers we've sent get to some varying degrees of intimacy with him. Though I leave the more..."he hesitated, knowing not to piss her off. She might be a whore in some terms, but she was an assassin through and through in others." Yes. That stuff. Anyway, they all could get in his chambers. Now we just need you to take the helm and get into his heart."

Starlyn threw her napkin on the plate and stood. "I'll take the job, just don't come checking up on me every five seconds. It disrupts my focus."

Henry followed her to the door. Kissing her cheek, he smiled."We're almost done with this, sis. Just one last hurrah and we're home free."

Starlyn nodded, closing the door. Just one more unsuspecting man, just one more broken heart, just one more piece of her gone. Oh, well, it's not like she got to this point by just shaking hands.

A year later and she was well in her relationship with Ronald. But as she jumped in the camera frame in time to kiss him, she felt something. It wasn't the usual disgust either. Something about this red haired man made her heart sing. Something about his smile, maybe his voice, she wasn't sure. But she didn't know she had fallen for him. She felt this was a different kind of hit, but she never imagined she'd fall in love.

The moment she first realized this, she was cooking him dinner and praising him for his last game that day. He was in the living room watching the TVs she'd gotten him as a gift. He loved it. He was able to watch three shows at once, recording two others. He loved the pyramid type design in which she'd placed them. Two on top, three on the bottom.

She must have been distracted by the noise, she must have been focusing too much on the steak in front of her, because she didn't hear him approach. She was never caught off guard, never surprised, except for this moment.

When she turned around, fully prepared to tell him dinner was ready, and saw him behind her she yelped. He grinned that irresistable smile she'd come to love so much and dragged her to the living room. The TV's were off, the room in a state of clean she wasn't responsible for. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to figure out the meaning behind this.

"Starlyn Alana Kromwell, you have been the greatest woman to ever come into my life. I never thought this sort of thing existed. I used to think this was a dream, and I've decided that I don't mind if it is. I want this dream to go on forever, I want this time with you to last longer than the earth itself. I want to wake up every morning to your face, go to bed every night with you in my arms. I want to be the man you always longed for, the one who would stand beside you and take care of you. I want to see our little mini-me's calling you Mom and most of all I want the privilege of calling you my wife. So..."

He knelt down, an open ring box in his hand, a complete surrendering look in his blue eyes.

"Will you marry me?"

Those four words took the breath out of her. She was held up only by her need to stay aware. She was confused. Most men needed her to coerce them, most men needed her to get on their members and do things they never dreamed. She hadn't even slept with Ron. He was never pushy, never demanding, he always asked her before signing any sort of contract. He wasn't like the other men and that must be why this moment brought tears to her eyes. That must be why she forgot all about the death sentence this act was supposed to bring. She couldn't help it when her heart beat like a drum against her ribs, wanting so much to let him know about the bad things her answer would cause. But she didn't think about this reprecussion once. She just choked out through tears..

"Of course, Ron. Of course!"

He smiled and she saw it for one fleeting second. She saw the kids, the house. For one second she saw the whole world, the one she couldn't have, the one she wasn't allowed to possess. Starlyn ceased to exist as Alana took her place. The one who was determined to fight until world's end to keep this. The one who was about to go against all the things she'd built up around her to protect her. The one who was finally in true love.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I haven't been writing too much and I am sorry for that. But as much as I'd like to control my writing I can't seem to. So here's the newest upgrade and I hope you like it. Good thing my mom got Britney and I got her Nickelback for Christmas, or you might not be reading this.