A/N I don't own Harry Potter. Just this one-shot.

The first thing you should know about me is that I am a whore, and I'm having the time of my life.

I don't mean that in a glib way, as I'm laying on my back on the bed in the room of the brothel I work at, gasping with residual pleasure after my last customer fucked me and left my room with a promise he'd be back - I hope he is back soon, he was good - I was just stating a fact.

My name is Rose Potter. I"m a 23-year-old prostitute living and working in London. I love London. I love the noises, and the smells barring the traffic. One of the things I do love is the culture; the city has a rich, bloodied, dirty history, you can't deny, but it's one that over the decades has shaped the future for years to come. I love the Tube. I love the Thames. But most of all I love the anonymity as you can slip into the streets, and become just another face.

How did I become a prostitute? How did my parents allow it? Well, my parents are dead. I discovered when I was a kid they were a witch and wizard, making me a witch. Magic exists, it's real. And contrary to what my magic-hating relatives preached and believed, magic is neither good nor evil. It's what you do with it that makes it good or bad. My parents were murdered and killed in a wizarding war. I was sent to my magic-hating relatives, who made my life hell. When I was old enough I managed to escape and I got myself put into foster care in the hopes of getting a better life. But I was admitted into a magical school, and I discovered my family were hated because they were believed to have betrayed the saviour of the wizarding world's family to the Dark Wizard behind the war. That's not a true story, my parents were actually innocent, but they died anyway, but I was sent to my relatives and just forgotten until I was 11 years old.

I was mocked, jeered and cursed until I managed to prove the truth of it in the summer of my third year at school, but during that time I lost my virginity when I was 13 years old and while I felt the overwhelming pleasure in my pussy as his cock thrust in and out of my pussy, I realised I wanted to be a prostitute.

After the Dark Wizard's death - which I caused by the way - I left the magical world and began my career as a prostitute, and I've been one since.

With a sigh, I got out of my bed and smiled.

I went to the shower. This brothel is a clean brothel. There's a shower cubicle for customers and prostitutes to use to freshen up. I strutted towards the shower and I spent the next few minutes getting myself clean. Customers didn't like prostitutes who were dirty or covered in cum. Well, some did, but not all.

The phone rang as I began reapplying my makeup. "Yes?"

"Rose, you ready yet?"

I grinned. "You bet. How big do you reckon?"

"I'd say…..7 inches, but I'm guesstimating."

Me and Megan always did like debating about cock sizes.

"Okay, send him down."

By the time my latest customer arrived, I was naked but aside from the garter belt and corset I was wearing which hugged and emphasised my curves, I was ready.

I opened the door at the first knock and the man walked in. Here I go again. As he gets undressed, I smiled at his cock. It was rising and as I gripped it when I bent down low and took it into my mouth, I felt his hands on my head as I bobbed my head up and down the length before I let go and clambered onto the bed before he climbed on top of me, and impaled me with his cock.

I moaned and whined like the bitch in heat I was, and he thrust in and out over and over until he came. After a few more marathon fucking sessions he left me.

God, I love sex.