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Life is Good
By 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Harry Potter series; most especially the last 2 books.
BTW: I don’t make any cash by writing this either.
“Speaking” ‘Thoughts’
Chapter 3
Tuesday Morning, 26 January 1995
Hogwarts, Headmaster’s Office
Dumbledore sat behind his desk thinking. He had the portraits and castle ghosts report about the missing Miss Granger. His breakfast speech yesterday had been a thoughtless action, "Old age must be catching up to me." He tried to manipulate young Ronald Weasley towards Miss Granger but the two did not seem to connect in a romantic way. Ronald’s attack on Miss Granger was an unfortunate happenstance. In private he cursed his thoughtless announcement. By saying the pictures would be collected and implying she was a willing participant it guaranteed she would flee the castle. Mr. Potter rely on him for guidance in finding Miss Granger and in his opionion all the obvious places would be a waste of time but needed to be checked for form's sake. Where would Miss Granger Hide? Dumbledore felt sure it would be in the muggle world. But where? Mr. Potter was too young to realize just how big the non magical world was. In time the pain young Harry would dull. Duimbledore thought he could help by intorducing young ladies to the boy. 'What qualities did Miss Granger have that Harry found interesting?'
Back to Pleasure Palace
Draco took back all his clothes that Hermione wore back to Hogwarts to be cleaned and repaired. He said he would see what he could do about getting Hermione’s school trunk for her. In the meantime there were Palace clothes for her in the bedroom closet for her and there were, the gold colored robes were sheer and while Hermione couldn’t call them see through, they gave more than a hint of what was underneath. Hermione put three of them on in layers, before she felt brave enough to open the door out of her rooms.
She had to ask a pre teen boy where lunch was being served. Her guess why a boy who was so young he didn’t have any pubic hair was in a brothel made her feel uncomfortable. The fact he didn’t have a stitch on and wasn’t bothered by her seeing him like that left her uneasy. The brothel world was as strange as the wizarding world was when Hermione first stepped in it.
The dining room was more of the same. People of all ages, from babies to oldsters were in varying stages of dress to nothing at all with no one paying any attention to how much skin was shown. Hermione realized she was if anything, overdressed, she served herself at the food counter. The food appeared to be cooked by older humans who wore clotheing for protection from kitichen accidents. Most of the people were barefoot, making her think she stood out even more in Draco’s clean pair of wool socks. Because people wore so little the Palace was warmer than Hogwarts Hermione soon peeled off those wool socks and before the meal was over she took off the top two House robes she wore. It wasn’t that they were hot and itchy like the socks but Hermione noticed was that those who did wear robes seldom bothered to tie the waist sash. When she thought about it she realized that made a perverse kind of sense. They were in the sex trade; they were going to take the robe off again so why bother to tie it shut or even wear anything. These people made their living having sex with strangers, it was a body shy individual like her who attracted attention. Hermione fidgeted under the kind of stares and whispers that followed Harry back at Hogwarts. Hermione began to wish she left two of her gauzy robes back in her room. She didn’t try to engage anyone in conversation. Instead she observed the mix of people. At one table a naked women was obviously pregnant while talking to other women in thin gauzy robes of different colors. After she finished eating one of the many naked children collected her trey. Hermione shook her head slightly. She should have known there would be children living here. Pregnancy was an occupational hazard for a prostitute.
Hermione went back to her bedroom to think things over. This was nothing like what she thought a whorehouse would be like. It was as if this was its own closed world. Thinking she didn’t have enough information she would ask Draco for wizarding books on the subject. Not that she intended to remain part of this world of course.
Draco skived his classes today for his favorite personal project. He portkeyed to the owner's appartment that Hermione was using.
“Thank you Malfoy…” Hermione began standing next to Draco.
“Draco, my name is Draco. Is it really so hard to use my name?”
“Sorry… Draco,” Hermione looked down in embarrassment. She should try to do better. Draco had given her a place (borderline luxurious) to hide until she had things squared away in her mind away from prying eyes and vicious gossips.
Draco softly kissed Hermione’s forehead, “See that wasn’t so hard. Was it?” His arms brushed Hermione’s soft skin. She followed the local custom of only a one sheer robe that hid little and promised everything. Although Hermione did tie the sash closed at her waist.
“Sorry,” Hermione repeated.
Draco chuckled, “Enough of that. Want to hear the latest about Potter at Hogwarts?”
Hermione was eager to hear news about her best friend. She sat down on the edge of the bed next to Draco. He could see the two darker spots through the golden gauze that that were her breast’s aureoles. As designed, the light material tickled Hermione’s nipples enough to make them poke the robe. The PP Salon reported to Draco that Hermione’s cunt hair bush had been neatly trimmed. The Salon had also tamed her wild head of hair. Hermione had brown hair that fell to her shoulders in soft waves. No one who saw the Pleasure Palace Princess would recognize her as Hermione Granger.
“The rumor is,” Draco paused for effect, “that Potter took his egg for a bath…” He waited for the inevitable question.
“I can’t blame him,” Hermione said, “who knows where that egg’s been. A dragon has been sitting on it for Merlin’s sake.”
Draco grinned, “The best part is Potter had company.”
“Who?” Hermione asked in a small voice.
“The Weaselette,” Draco smirked, “I bet the egg wasn’t the only thing cleaned.”
“Weaselette?” Hermione asked.
“The girl Weasley.”
Hermione sagged against Draco. It could have been worse at least Hermione knew Ginny. As fangirls go Ginny wasn’t that bad. Not like that Vane girl.
Draco made a sympathetic smile, “At least it was not a wizard in the bath with him.”
Hermione made an unladylike snort. Draco was up to his tricks and untied the sash that held Hermione's gold colored robe closed. Why not? It was a small enough price to pay.
Draco’s hand slid under Hermione’s thin robe to rest on Hermione’s warm skin before he tried to guide Hermione to her new bed. Hermione slapped Draco’s arm, “I thought you said I could be here at no cost. Just because… because…”
“Sorry,” Draco stepped back. “Sorry, it’s you’re so beautiful I almost lost control.”
Hermione gave Draco a watery smile. “I’m sorry also. I overreacted. You aren’t Ron. You’re just being a boy, I can understand that.” Hermione opened the front of her robe wider. Draco said she was under no obligation and tried to mean it. Hermione couldn’t blame him for being a teenage boy. She guided his hand under her thin robe. Draco was pleased to note Hermione followed House custom and did not try to wear anything under her robe. Her bush had been trimmed no more than fingernail long. Hermione closed her eyes and let Draco’s hand wander, it was the least she could do; Hermione thought it was like paying Draco rent. She opened her legs wider when Draco’s finger rested on her slit. Hermione had nothing to lose and leaned against him while another finger wiggled inside her.
That night back in Hogwarts, Draco went to sleep and dreamt about how much money she would make him in the future. Once properly cleaned up Granger had definite market value.
After Draco left to return to Hogwarts Hermione read the ministry’s thin book of general information about the sex trade from her room’s private library. She was disappointed to find very little information outside of it was a legal profession. There were ‘street girls,’ independent prostitutes, while not illegal they were frowned upon by the ministry because ‘street girls’ seldom paid taxes.
Hermione realized she should not have been surprised there was a thicker, more informative book about the Malfoy Pleasure Palace Gentleman’s Club, an expensive respectable brothel on Diagon Alley and the Meat Market, the Malfoy whorehouse on the corner of Knockturn Alley and Daigon Alley.
Hermione learned brothels are a world to themselves. All children born to brothel prostitutes are the property of the brothel like pureblood girls are the property of the pureblood family to be used to the advantage of the House/family such as sold/betrothal contracts. While Hermione did not agree with this aspect of the wizarding world she could see the similarities between the two. Older prostitutes were not cast aside but became Pleasure Palace support as cooks, teachers, and such. Not all brothels did this but the Malfoy Pleasure Palace did. It was good to see Draco shouldered some responsibility for his employees. Hermione was shocked to read even young children earned the House gold by servicing pedophiles. Hermione did become interested in the business aspect which was different but somehow similar to her parent’s private dental clinic. The fact she was naked on the bed while reading never registered.
Thursday, 28 January 1995
Hogwarts, a Draco and Harry Meeting
Harry had become secretive and taken to wandering in the castle alone. Ron was… well… Ron was expelled. Harry would have felt abandoned and alone if it wasn’t for Ginny’s loving attention, they even went back to the prefect’s bath so often the headmaster gave Ginny the password with a wink. Harry had to smile at the memory, ‘Honestly Harry, who takes a bath in a swimsuit?” Naked Ginny scolded Harry. He almost fainted when she helped him undress. Ginny encouraged Harry to explore her all over, inside and out. Even with these happy memories there were times when he told everyone he wanted to be left alone. Every night he had homework he went down to the classroom on the third floor, right hand corridor, fourth door on left, it was the only empty classroom he knew was clean, at least that’s what he told herself. Harry did have help.
“I wondered when you’d come back.” It was no accident, Draco had paid younger Slytherins to watch and report Harry’s movements, it turned out Draco was sure Harry would be in the classroom at this time just like he had been for the last three days.
Harry put down his bookbag, “You obviously are not here by accident, what is it?”
Draco tried his best to look shocked.
Harry gripped the wand in his robe’s inner pocket while he watched the Slytherin prince close the door after walking in. “You might as well leave the door open there’s nothing that that we’d want a door closed for.”
Ginny stopped out of sight in the hall and listened.
Draco managed to look disappointed. “Potter, I’m hurt, after all we’ve done together, I thought we had a civil relationship,” he said sarcastically.
“Riiight and the moon is made of cheese, what do you want?” Harry stood, “Have you been following me?”
“No,” Draco said as he raised his left hand.
Harry eyed Draco suspiciously, “Malfoy you raise your right hand if you want to swear you’re telling the truth.”
“But the left hand is closer to my heart.”
“WHAT!”
“I need you…” Draco began.
“WHAT! You’re not my type!”
Ginny snickered. She was Harry’s type.
Draco sighed, “This would be so much easier if you stopped yelling WHAT!”
“I’m not a poofter. Go find someone who cares.”
Draco ignored his comment and plowed on, “If you could just be quiet for a moment. I need you to bring Granger’s trunk here…”
“YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS! WHERE!!!?” Harry demanded.
Ginny felt her heart sink.
“I can’t tell you,” Draco lied.
Harry thought it over. Draco said can’t not won’t what can he know but not say? Of course, the Fidelius charm! Then obviously he’s not the secret keeper, “I can’t give you her trunk,”
“Why not? She wants it.”
“The headmaster gave it to her parents.”
“Didn’t take him long did it? She’s been gone less than two weeks and Dumbledore gets shunt of her things. It’s like he wants her gone for good.” Hermione would never return to Hogwarts if Draco had his way. No way was Draco going to pass up a chance to make Scarhead miserable when he had the chance.
‘Perfect,’ he purred in his mind. Although Draco did wonder what Dumbledore was up to? He turned when Ginny walked in the room.
“Hi Harry! Ready to work on our homework? Draco! Are you here to do your homework also?” Ginny asked innocently.
Draco shook his head no and left in a huff.
Ginny undressed. “Today’s homework is bareassed snogging 101.”
Sunday, 31 January 1995
Pleasure Palace
Hermione slapped the dresser in her bedroom rather than Draco’s face. ‘Here I thought Malfoy might have changed.’
Draco stared his imperious stare, “I can’t give you something that’s not in the castle to get.”
“You could have told me last Friday and didn’t.”
“Would my telling you two days earlier made any difference? Besides you couldn’t wear your school robes here anyway. You are supposed to be a working girl. Remember? If you had your school robes the secret of where you are hiding would no longer be a secret. Just wear the Palace robes. It’s not like you’ve got anything different than the other girls. Nobody’ll care if you dress like them, Princess.”
“Princess?”
“Yes, you’re the Pleasure Palace Princess remember? Not Hermione Granger. You have to remember this or people will know where you’re hiding.”
“I’m no princess! I’m Hermione! I want to be Hermione Granger!” Hermione broke down and cried. ‘Dear lord it’s getting worse. People who know about the pictures will think I’m a tramp. I guess my new name really is Princess.’ Hermione’s inner wall, her strength of will crumpled under the renewed assault of what happened to her. Hermione collapsed to the rug in a faint.
Draco wanted Hermione Granger not the Fainting Violet on the floor. Hermione Granger had money making potential. The creature at his feet had little. He might as well charge two galleons a fuck and be done with her as is.
Draco thought he knew how to get Hermione back and knelt down. Draco acted like the Slytherin she thought he was, “Listen, I helped you, I gave you a place to hide out and I’m paying all expenses. If you don’t like the way things are you can pay me back and leave.”
“Pay you back! How? I don’t have anything. My trunk…”
“You have plenty,” Draco shot back, “You can pay me back in exchange with services rendered…”
“LIKE HELL!!!” Hermione tried to slap the floor she was on but the rug made no sound. If she had not been so focused on the conversation she might have noticed her gold colored gauzy robe’s sash came undone allowing the robe to open exposing her front from breasts to crotch.
Draco felt his pants tighten at the sight. Maybe she didn’t forget. It is a Slytherin tactic to use what you have to win and she had a body worth using. He knew that from firsthand experience and was getting impatient to plow Hermione again.
First make her an outrageous offer, “You could pay me back out of what you earn. I propose a simple business arrangement, you get something you want I get something I want.”
Hermione glared and climbed to her feet.
‘The Salon did a nice job trimming her bush. It must have been done recently, no stubble.,’ Draco thought.
Draco laughed, holding up both hands as if to ward off an attack, “Just joking, relax.”
“Dracoooo…” Hermione growled.
“The Malfoy family is well to do, actually better than well to do, more like obscenely rich. I can let you stay for life no problem or…”
Hermione’s foot started tapping the rug covered floor. This was frustrating for Hermione because bare her foot made no sound.
“Nothing… I offered you a hiding place with no strings attached and this Malfoy keeps his word. I thought I could lessen the tension by letting you blow off steam.”
Now that events slowed down Hermione had a chance to think about the past few days. Something wasn’t right. Why was he being so helpful? “I know you want revenge against those who attacked you. That doesn’t mean you had to help me. What do you really want?”
“You,” Draco said with a disarming smile. “It’s horrible what Weasel did to you but that doesn’t change who you are.”
Hermione started to cry again, “Who am I? I’m used, I’m dirty, I belong… I belong here,” Hermione said with realization.
‘My plan is working, all I need is patience,' Draco thought. It was time to end this for tonight and let her stew in her thoughts, “It must be getting late, how about we continue this conversation next Monday?”
“Why not tomorrow? It’ll be Saturday. Say, nine o’clock?””
“Later, I like a lie in on the weekends.”
Hermione was surprised he liked a lie in, it made Draco… more human, “Eleven?”
“How about one, at eleven we’d barely start talking and it’d be time to break for lunch.”
“One it is.” Hermione sighed. When her shoulders sagged the golden robe slid off and fell to the floor. Hermione casually picked it up and threw the robe on the bed.
Surprising her yet again Draco brushed his lips on the back of her hand in a pureblood leave-taking. It wasn’t until later she realized she was nude again and he hadn’t tried anything Hermione also realized with a shock it sounded like she made a date with Draco.
After a portkey back to Hogsmeade Draco smiled an evil smile; at least it was he thought an evil smile should look like. He walked to Hogwarts pleased with himself. He wanted Daphne; unfortunately she was participating in a Death Eater raid followed by a fuckfest. Oh well, little Astoria would do.
Sunday, 14 February 1995
Pleasure Palace
Two weeks later Draco appeared in Hermione’s foyer he looked his best, hair combed, fingernails buffed, teeth charmed sparkling white, etc.
He nodded to Hermione, “Princess, so kind of you, charmed.” Draco presented the Pleasure Palace’s new Princess with a bouquet, Happy Valentine’s Day.”
After inconsequential small talk Draco eased into what he was there for. “Some of the staff have questioned when and if you really are a working girl or if you are my private plaything. Such talk will reach certain ears that we don’t want to know of your whereabouts.”
“Oh?” Hermione thought, ‘Private plaything my arse.’ If this was Draco’s attempt at seduction it was a poor attempt. Just because he said she could stay didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to shag her from time to time. Some attempts were too funny, really. It was almost as he failed on purpose.
“To stop any rumors about your being here we have to make a working cover for you.”
“And what do you suggest?” Hermione was starting to get a bad feeling.
Draco had a grin, “Simple, we put your arse out for rent.”
“DRACO! IF THIS IS ANOTHER SORRY ATTEMPT OF A JOKE, IT ISN’T FUNNY!
“No! No! Listen. When it becomes known you are a very expensive special… umm… let’s call you a courtesan. Say 200 galleons a visit…” Draco let his voice trail off to let her think about it.
Hermione did think about it. Having a price would help her hide but she thought 200 galleons was far too low. “1,000 galleons,” she countered.
“Let’s split the difference and call it 500 galleons.”
Hermione thought quickly, ₲500 galleons equaled £2,500 sterling or $5,925 US dollars per fuck. Surely nobody would pay that when they could have any girl in the reception room for 8 galleons or more depending on the girl’s specialty. Hermione stared at Draco, “If I agree and I say IF! I want to be able to say no if I don’t like or want a peculiar person. No offence. But I don’t want your father or any other Death Eater to touch me.”
Draco laughed, “You don’t have to worry about father. His equipment isn’t up to the task anymore. One too many cruciatus I imagine. As for refusing other customers, how about you have the right to say no but you have to the house pay percentage of the purchase price owed to the Palace from your account.” (30% = ₲150)
“I have an account?”
“Of course, all the working girls and boys have a Gringotts account. The customers pay at the welcoming desk before picking a girl in their price range. The galleons aren’t placed in the girls' hot little hands it’s placed in the Gringotts account where it can earn interest.”
If the Palace was collecting the galleons Hermione wanted to know how much was hers.
“40% for you, 30% for me as owner, 30% for the house for operating expenses.”
“I would be getting screwed twice! Once by the guy and then by you, that’s only 200 galleons!”
“Tell you what, as your friend I will only accept 25% commission and you would be the only girl earning 45 %.”
Hermione thought about it. If what he said was true Draco was making a good offer. Hermione noticed the bulge in Draco’s pants. ‘In for a penny, in for a pound,’ Hermione thought. She untied the sash to the gauze laughingly called a robe. She let it slide off one shoulder to expose one breast, the front parted to show her perfumed cunt hair, “Draco,” she cooed, “surly you want me happy and oh so very appreciative.” Hermione traced a finger over Draco’s bulge. “I would be oh so willing to help with your problem whenever you need it,” Hermione gave Draco’s package a squeeze, “for, oh, say 50%?”
Draco made an appreciative leer at Hermione’s mostly exposed body. His hips bucked against Hermione’s hand and almost creamed his pants. This isn’t the Gryffindor bookworm. What happened?
“Oh,” Hermione said in a small voice. “I would be so willing to help you relax. I want to help you relax.” Her finger traced the length of Draco's pants covered hard cock. Hermione had been talking to the working girls about the world she was hidden in and learned some of the tricks of the trade.
Draco groaned when Hermione slowly pulled down his zipper. He tried to sound business-like, “The low end of the girls in the Palace only get 8 galleons per fuck, you are being paid very well for your time and effort.” Groan, Hermione had Draco’s penis out of his pants and in her mouth. “Uh, you don’t have to do anything...” Draco started to cum. “Uha, uhaa, aaahhhaaa! Salazar’s scrotum, woman when did you learn that!!!?”
Hermione looked up from Draco’s crotch, licked her lips, smiled and said nothing.
“50% it is! The important thing is you are a business girl if anyone bothers to ask.” Draco collapsed on Hermione’s bed. He had just cum and cum hard. He was exhausted and almost fell asleep. Hermione curled next to Draco on the bed.
“Okay, I can be a whore for a while.” Hermione whispered.
“Not a whore, a prostitute, there is a big difference. If you do decide to make a little money your share is yours to do with what you want. New clothes, going to a restaurant for some exotic food like pizza,” Draco looked at her slyly, “or a book store. Flourish & Blotts Books is only a short walk from here.” Hermione was weakening.
Draco could see that. “WizzHard Books is at 129B here in the alley, they publish Hogwarts, a History you know.”
Hermione whimpered before her resolve strengthed her willpower.
“Obscurus Books is another publisher of books…” Draco pulled up the back of Hermione's robe so his hand could rub her bare arse.
“Where?” Hermione ignored Draco pulling her robe up to her shoulders. She was practically salivating. Obscurus Books was known for reprinting rare volumes.
He had her. Now all he had to do was reel her in. “18A, three buildings past the Meat Market... you know... the entrance to Knockturn Alley.”
Hermione was not fully convinced to be an active fulltime prostitute yet. Draco could see that. His hand slid up her bare backand making her feel warm.
“Tell you what. These rooms are yours. You can have these rooms modified to suit your tastes at cost. They are yours after all. Most of my working girls share a room. Having a room to yourself shows your status as a high class whore.”
“Draco,” Hermione ground out halfheartedly and rolled on her back.
Draco held up both hands to ward off an attack laughing, “Sorry, sorry, you know what I mean.” Then both hands cupped Hermione's breasts.
Having the gold to buy what she wanted was tempting... Draco teased her nipples with wet fingertips. Hermione arched her back, "Uhhaa... bu.. but what if the people in charge here suddenly changed everything after you leave?" Hermione asked.
“We’ll have to make a contract to prevent that. Tell you what. I’ll even make a one year low interest loan of 1,000 galleons to your account so you don’t have to take anyone you don’t want from the start.”
“What about my OWLs? I won’t be able to sit my OWLs next year. OMG! I need a new wand and Ollivander would recognize me.”
Draco snorted, “The old goat isn’t the only wandmaker. He’s not even the best. What he is is the ministry approved wandmaker so that is where students go to buy their traceable wands.”
Draco smiled, “Study at your own pace and when you’re ready, take the confidential OWL tests with the rest of the Palace students here in house.”
Hermione nodded in understanding. Now that Draco mentioned it there had to be more people testing than just the students at Hogwarts.
‘I need to pay the goblins to write a special binding contract just for Granger.’ Draco was pleased with himself. ‘Her blowjob shows talent.’
“Draco?” Hermione asked the blond Slytherin. He was not acting like his normal hateful self. He was eager, too eager. Draco was a true Slytherin, what was his true objective? Besides her cunt?
“Don’t worry, you can buy back your contract when you want to be free if you want. This is just extra background protection. No one will question a high class whor… person who already has that much gold in her account.”
‘It could take a lot of fucks if I spent any of the loan. But I wouldn’t be giving up anything. I’ve already been royally screwed…’ Hermione looked up at the ceiling and thought about the tempting offer. ‘No one outside of Draco would know who I really am…’ Draco rolled on top and Hermione opened her legs to let Draco in. Why not? She just agreed to be a whore.
The following weekend Hermione signed on the dotted line. What she didn’t know was the dotted line was the very, very fine print of the contract. Another thing Hermione didn’t know was the food served in the Palace had a small amount of lust and Palace loyalty potions mixed in the food and drink.
TBC
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