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Life is Good
By 2CRsgt
Disclaimer: Being on the wrong side of ‘The Pond’ and of the wrong gender; I have no claim to the Harry Potter series; most especially the last 2 books.
P.S. I also receive no remuneration for writing this.
Writing FLAMES will not change anything. They only annoy both of us and give me fuel for the BBQ.
“Speaking”
‘Thoughts’
Chapter 4
Wednesday, 24 February 1995
Pleasure Palace
Today Hermione took her first customer as a professional prostitute. She didn’t need the money. Draco’s loan saw to that. She wanted to take her mind off the Second Task and how dangerous the Second Task could be for Harry if the First Task was dragons.
Professional prostitute, at first Hermione thought that sounded redundant, a prostitute who solicits sex in the Alley is by definition a professional: ‘a means of livelihood for gain.’ Hermione learned prostitution in the Pleasure Palace was very different. A large number of the working girls and boys were born here and trained all their lives to sell themselves. Those who were bought or traded for from other houses in the business quickly adapted from the way their old House did business. The majority of boys who were not prostitutes in the accepted sense of the word were trained for the support services, accounting, legal, healers, customer relations and the like. This was a whole new world Hermione never knew existed.
Hermione learned she was an oddity being brought in from outside the system at her age. Unlike muggle whorehouses the magical brothels did not seek outsiders. Children born to house prostitutes were property of the house. They were born, raised, trained, sold, traded, or kept at the discretion of the house. This was accepted as being no different than marriage contracts ‘on the outside.’ Because the steady supply of children was a gold generating side effect of prostitution, contraceptives were discouraged.
Back to Hermione’s first time as a Malfoy prostitute. As an expensive and exclusive woman of pleasure men not only had to have the gold, they had to meet her approval. To Draco’s surprise this increased her demand by wizards of means even before she entertained her first man. That was enough to make Draco wonder if he should increase her price, without her knowing about it, of course.
True to her nature Hermione had everything planned. The Palace kept files of regular customers. Hermione made use of these as background checks of applicants for her services. Most of the filers were straight forward; like...
Preferred sexual partner: Male_ Female_ Hermaphrodite_
She shook her head. With self transfiguration anything is possible but Hermione couldn’t see herself wanting a cock no matter how rich a customer was. After reading through the files she knew who she wanted to have as her first man to service, Willard Milquetoast, the director of a minor department, bachelor and lonely. ‘If he is anything like Mr. Weasley he earns approximately 6,000 galleons (₤30,000/$71,100) a year so I should make in a memorable experience without doing anything weird.’ Hermione had the Welcoming Desk coordinator make the appointment.
Hermione knew she was advertised as The Princess of the Pleasure Palace so she decided to use that for her theme. With the help from maintenance and her memory of a picture book about Queen Victoria’s summer home her foyer was transformed from an Arabian fantasy to an 1890s royal drawing room.
When Mr. Milquetoast was due to arrive, Hermione was standing in the center of the room waiting for him to come to her rather than meeting him in the lobby like most girls. She wore an off the shoulder dress that was easy to remove. For this scenario Hermione’s gold colored dress reached the floor. On her head was one of the Malfoy family tiaras. Magic couldn’t duplicate or create a noble metal like gold, silver or true gems. This was why gold and gems still had value. The stage had been set.
Truth be told, Hermione was nervous and gave an involuntary twitch when the door opened. “Ah, Director Milquetoast I trust the palace staff was helpful in guiding you to my chambers?”
“Er… um… yeah,” He would have been hat in hand if he had a hat. The short balding man had a confidence problem.
Hermione found this strange. He paid for her and acted like she was doing him a favor. Hermione gave him a friendly smile to put him at his ease. “My mother the queen tells me you are doing an outstanding job…” Hermione inwardly winced. That could have been phrased better.
She led him to a nearby fainting couch so they could sit together.
“You are the first to say so. Sometimes I don’t think people realize the Sanitation Sorting Department exists.”
Hermione looked at him with sympathy, “I understand. If you are good (wince) at what you do nobody notices until something goes wrong, then they start shouting at you when it is not your fault.”
Milquetoast nodded.
Hermione smiled, “I can help you relax. Would you like that?” Obviously he had been here often enough to have a file. From the way he acted Hermione privately wondered if the man was still a virgin.
She placed his hand on her cloth covered breast, “Willard… may I call you Willard? Breathe, that’s it, in and out, relax.” When he started to pull his hand away Hermione held it in place, “It is alright Willard I want your hand there. I’m not going to do anything to you, it is alright.”
Milquetoast wore a ministry issue pullover robe. Hermione had to pull the robe up past his belt buckle. He froze as still as a statue. After she opened the front of his trouser he groaned in pleasure and she hadn’t even touched him yet. ‘Honestly, he’s as bad as some of the boys Ginny told me about.’ How she managed to get his penis out without him exploding cum was a minor miracle. As much as she thought about this, she never envisioned not having sex with her first paying customer. Hermione shifted to a comfortable position only to see Willard’s hand hadn’t moved even though her breast wasn’t there anymore. When Hermione’s wrapped her hand around his small to average sized cock and her fingers played with the head he groaned when he fell back Hermione had to let go of his penis or she might have hurt him. He hit his head and slumped against the wall the couch was next to. Hermione stared at Willard, his penis was stiff enough to swing from side to side, she expected to be on her back with him pumping in her by now. Hermione shook her head. No matter. He was her first and she was determined that as a prostitute he would get his money’s worth. She tried to lie down beside him but the ornate couch was not wide enough. She dragged a nearby chair close to the fainting couch where Willard appeared to be in a daze at best. Hermione waited patiently for her customer to be awake enough for her to guide his hand to the zipper of her gown. Originally Hermione thought she would be out of her clothes and on her back after the first 15 minutes. Not so. She ended up having to peel the top of her dress down for him so she could place Willard’s hand on her exposed breast. Hermione was halfway to being a real prostitute she returned her attention back to his penis. It was soft again so she started to stroke the underside Willard’s expression became one of shocked pleasure. Suddenly his penis pulsed once then twice more whitish yellow semen covered the top of his knob and on her hand.
Before Hermione had a chance to clean her hand Willard Milquetoast was sound asleep. She quickly decided she would have to maintain her own files to be more extensive.
Her first customer was a disappointment. As a prostitute Hermione was still a virgin.
Sunday Afternoon, 28 February 1995
Pleasure Palace
When Draco told Hermione the results of the second task, she was happy, Harry had survived and even happier that Ron did not. Draco had arranged for a fatal ‘accident’ as a late Valentine’s Day gift. That was so sweet Hermione decided Draco deserved a reward.
A very naked Granger ravished Draco until he couldn’t see straight, “From your welcome I would guess your first time as a professional went well.”
Hermione rested after her first frenzied sex with Draco. Now she slowly, softly stroked his cock. “It could have been better but no real complaints,” Hermione nibbled Draco’s neck ending with a peck under one ear. “Ron Weasley burning in hell is the reason for your special welcome. By the way, thank you for the loan of the tiara it completed the impression I wanted to make.”
“Keep it, I’ve got more. You’re my princess. Get up I want to see you wear it.”
“But it’ll take time to get dressed.” Hermione gently squeezed Draco’s cock.
“Who said anything about getting dressed? Just you and the baby crown is all you need to look sexy. With Draco’s slap to her fanny Hermione jumped off the bed to get the tiara. Hermione was tempted to make a girlish squeal but restrained herself. That would've been too Lavender.
‘She may be a mudblood but damn she’s sexy. She’s got Pansy beat all to hell. Hermione’s curves are as fine as Daphne’s. She’s going to make me rich because whatever she does she does is done to the best of her ability. Hermione Granger - the best whore in Magical Britain.’ Draco thought smugly. He had another hardon with that thought.
“Is that for me?” Hermione grinned when she walked back to the bedside. Bent over to kiss the tip of Draco’s cock. It twitched from her kiss. “Good little naked Draco” Hermione cooed.
Draco grabbed Hermione pulling her on bed with him. The tiara fell off and rolled under the bed, not they noticed.
Both of Draco’s eyebrows rose in a ridiculous manner, “Hermione Granger, the girl who was going to be head girl extraordinaire, the girl who would be the dreaded scourge broom closet couples, wants me to screw her silly. I am honored. I shall strive to do my best…”
“Oh hush,” Hermione lightly slapped Draco’s peter on principle. She rolled over to kiss his shoulder, “You’re my boytoy, get to it.” She pulled Draco on top of her.
“Yes m…” whatever he was going to say was interrupted by Hermione’s kiss. Hermione learned working girls do not kiss customers. Kisses are saved for relationships outside of work.
Draco’s hand rested on the smooth skin of one of Hermione’s shoulders just abover her breast. She was his. Hermione had her first man as a customer and the first time as a whore was always the hardest.
Hermione raised her legs to rest on Draco’s shoulders. With her thighs pressed by Draco’s chest he thrust deep into Hermione’s cunt. Hard enough for their skin to make a load slap when Draco drove deep in Hermione’s welcoming well of goodness. Hermione found she actually liked and looked forward to Draco’s visits and his pounding her. Who knew sex was so good. 'Lavender and Parvati for sure,' Hermione listened to her former dorm mates talk about it often enough.
Whether or not Hermione actually had sex was not important to Draco. The idea Hermione did not back away from renting her body to a stranger was important. The idea Hermione, Potter’s best friend was his willing whore put him over the edge and he filled her with more cream than ever before. The two rested on Hermione’s bed and rested before the next round. Now Draco thought about how to encourage her to sell herself again, “Hermione…”
“Mmmmmm…?” Hermione played with Draco’s soft but stiffening penis. It was sticky with their combined juices. Hermione didn’t mind she would lick it off later. She rolled over on her stomach and opened wide.
“Ahhh, Hermione…”
“Mmmmph…?” Hermione made a wordless sound around a mouthful of Draco’s cock.
“From this…” Draco moved his hips a bit, “I assume you will be here longer than hiding a few days.”
Hermione rolled her eyes but didn’t release the suction on Draco’s penis.
“What I mean is do you want me to do things for you?”
The tempo of Hermione’s head bobbing up and down on Draco increased.
Draco smiled.
Hermione crawled up the bed so she could straddle Draco. Reaching behind her she held his cock steady until she was able to impale herself on it. Hermione flexed her thighs until she was able to ride up and down Draco’s shaft with a steady rhythm.
Draco couldn’t believe it. Here he was in bed with a very naked, very willing Granger riding him like a horse. She was his whore. That was better than being his willing sex slave. She made him money every time she was fucked. At the beginning of the year he would have said ‘impossible’ but here she is, her titties swaying while she tried to milk him dry. Draco held Hermione’s hips in an effort to keep her steady on top of him.
Hermione could feel him trying to thrust in her faster, deeper; she wasn’t going to allow that to happen. Not yet. The former Gryffindor princess leaned forward until the head of Draco’s penis was barely inside her. The slightest movement of her hips was enough to tease Draco to new heights. When she leaned towards Draco the nipples of her breasts were barely out of range of his mouth but close enough to tempt him into extending his tongue to try and lick her.
Draco raised his head trying to get closer to no avail. Hermione pulled back every time he tried to lick her breast.
‘Yes! It’s working!’ After her disappointment with Milquetoast, Hermione talked with the more experienced girls about how to please and control a man with sex. Hermione explained previously all her men were too worried about being able to please her for her to learn what the Palace girls consider normal. It was all a lie but Hermione wanted to dispel any resentment about her unusual Princess status. Hermione tried to be friendly. Unfortunately her lack of social skills didn’t prevent the rumors about the Princess and the owner of the Palace.
Hermione allowed a girlish squeak when Draco seized Hermione’s upper torso and forced her nipple down to his mouth. His pleased look at her squeak proved to her she was putting what the girls told her to good use, despite that awful day when Ron repeatedly raped her, may he burn in hell, Hermione found she enjoyed sex. Draco proved to be a skilled and compassionate cocksman, in a take charge sort of way.
‘I can never have the life I envisioned, with Draco’s help I can make a new life.’ Hermione’s hand lay flat against his cheek. She could feel the beginnings of his stubble. This didn’t bother her. It proved he was a man, her man; he made her cum only minutes ago. She hugged him with a depth of feeling she didn’t know she had.
She knew what happened at school meant Hermione Granger could never go back. The Princess was respected by the other girls by what she ‘knew’ and the prices she commanded not by blood status. This really wasn’t that bad. It was her muggle upbringing that colored Hermione’s judgment of her new profession.
"Draco you don't think I'm a slut, do you?"
"No Hermione, of course not,” Draco’s hands cupped both ass cheeks, his cock getting hard again.
Hermione ground her hips against Draco in response. Hermione attempted to speak in a low sultry voice, “Draco, I…”
Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by Draco’s deep searing kiss. When they broke for air Draco was pleased with Hermione’s response. ‘With personal training Granger could be the exceptional whore in the Malfoy brothel. She will even like it,' he gloated to himself.
Hermione closed her eyes and didn't say anything when she guided Draco's cock back in her. Hermione felt warm and Draco’s finger felt so good when he inserted it in her anus. “Stay the night,” she whispered. His finger was now in her asshole up to the second knuckle.
“Can’t, I have class tomorrow and I need to finish my charms assignment. Not all of us have a life of leisure,” Draco made sure to grin. He wiggled the finger in Hermione’s ass.
Hermione thought for a moment, “How about this coming Saturday?”
“Can’t, got a date.” His finger went deeper in Hermione's ass hole.
“Break it.”
“I’d like to but I’ve got to keep up appearances. We don’t want anyone to guess where you’re hiding.” Draco was pleased Hermione didn't object to his finger up her ass. He thought she might not want to be fingered after being ass fucked back in Hogwarts. She could always be ass fucked later. First let her get used to the idea ass fucking is to be expected.
“Sunday then.”
“Okay.”
Hermione flexed her thighs and pounded herself on Draco’s cock while he fingerfucked her ass. He came first. Draco didn't pull his finger from Hermione's ass until she came. Draco smirked when she wasn't looking.
After Draco left Hermione sighed, he was so good to her and rolled over in bed. Hermione tried to lay still. She couldn't, she was so horny and Draco wasn't here to take care of her needs. She squeezed a pillow between her legs. How lucky she was that Draco was willing to help when she needed it. If only he could stay tonight. Then she wouldn’t need to rub herself off with a pillow.
Sunday, 14 March 1995
Draco skimmed through the books in the Malfoy family library for a book. It had to be useless but suitably old and valuable.
Harry Potter drifted further and further from Hermione’s mind as he faded from her memory. Draco always provided whatever she needed in the way of sex, money and information to help her fit in this new world.
As part of his plan for Granger Draco had a final ingredient to make her wholly part of this new world. Back to the Palace, “HERMIONE! I had the family agents scour the rare book dealers around the world for you and they found one you might be interested in Buenos Aires. That’s a city somewhere in America I think.”
Hermione arched an eyebrow, Draco’s knowledge or interests of anything outside of wizarding Britain was appalling. 'What about the Argentina’s capital city caught his attention?'
“An antiquities shop in there has a book in its collectables I think you might want.”
“Oh?”
He had her interest. Draco smiled, “I haven’t seen it. My agent says the store owner’s father bought it from a misunderstood NAZI and claims it is a rare old book in German.”
“So?” Hermione didn’t care for Draco’s tendency to make a short story long.
My agent says it’s not German but Olde English and the shop’s price is 832,000 Pesos.”
Again Hermione quirked an eyebrow Draco was enjoying this all too much.
Draco smiled as he had done some great deed. “I’ve been told it’s by Ravenclaw.”
‘A book by one of the Founders? Of course I want it!’ Hermione thought. “How much is 832,000 Argentine Pesos in our money?”
“The goblins say ₲2,000.”
That Hermione knew the conversion rate of, ₲2,000 = ₤10,000. “Ten thousand pounds?” Hermione was stunned. “That’s only two thousand galleons for a priceless book?”
Draco shrugged, “Muggles don’t know what they have obviously. They only know it’s old.”
“Could you have them set it aside, or reserve it or if need be buy it for me. I’ll pay it back.” Hermione asked.
“You only have that thousand galleon advance in Gringotts,” Draco reminded Hermione.
Hermione thought furiously, “I would need one thousand… no… nine hundred galleons more. I’ve already done it once what’s 8 or 9 more fucks?”
Draco nodded, “Do you want me to buy the book and add a thousand galleons to the first thousand galleon loan at the same low interest rate?”
Hermione made a distracted nod. Her hands itched to hold the book. “Just curious, I trust you, but what is the low interest rate?”
Draco laughed, “That should have been your first question before you accepted the first loan. Relax, it’s only 2%.”
What Draco didn’t tell Hermione was that the 2% interest was compounded weekly with no monthly bank statement. Gringotts goblins expected the account holders to manage their own accounts. And Draco never expected Hermione never to be able to pay it off. It was a win-win in essence Hermione worked for Draco for free because the money loaned in the first place was his.
Saturday, 27 March 1995
Pleasure Palace
George Gonna wanted to relive his days as a Hogwarts student to be as he thought they should have been. He had been a Hufflepuff who couldn’t get a date while in school. Hermione could understand why. He was short, pudgy, with an irritating voice and questionable hygiene. What was in his favor was he had gold, lots of gold. Because of his less than endearing qualities Hermione charged him ₲1,000 galleons. This would be a serious step towards paying Draco’s loan back.
When she first arrived with Draco to hide out for a short time Hermione would have been shocked that she would even think such a thing was acceptable. Now Hermione’s thought was how much can I charge? That he paid without a quibble was good. That her Draco was very, very good in bed was better.
George Gonna thought he was Merlin’s gift to witches. Still, he had what she wanted and she had what he wanted, when the staff at the Welcoming Desk gave her the high sign that he was willing to pay extra after Hermione’s first refusal of the wizard, Hermione smiled pleasantly to her second customer as a prostitute. She wore a heavily modified version of a Hogwarts Ravenclaw robe, no uniform under it. The robe was cut to show lots of cleavage and short enough to show lots of leg. She walked over to her customer, “George Gonna, I thought we agreed to work on our transfiguration homework in the library today! Come on! Professor McGonagall won’t be satisfied unless we get it all done! Come on! This way!
George looked at the Hermione. Her school robe was tight and short! It was so short he had a glimpse of rounded flesh where her knickers should be.
Hermione felt her skin crawl at the thought of… stopped the thought she started, ‘No more of that, when I’m working. I am The Princess not Hermione Granger!’
The Princess opened the door to her foyer. It had been converted to look like part of the Hogwarts library. She led him to the only table, “Here is some parchment and a quill. Wait here you naughty boy while I get a book.” Princess walked in front of him facing away from him. The wall looked like bookshelves full of books. She climbed the steps of a ladder high enough for him to see up her short robe. She stood still waiting for him to do something, nothing, not a sound. When she peeked over her shoulder he was sitting there with wide eyes.
‘What do I have to do? Draw him a map? I’m up high enough to show my arse. He’s behind me with an ostrich feather quill in his hand. Get a clue… Gah!’
Princess raised one foot to the next rung of the ladder to expose her slit even more.
Finally he seemed to get the idea and walked behind and below her, feather in hand. Reaching up he tickled Princess under her robe with the feathered tip of his quill.
“Oh George you naughty boy do you know what that does to me!!?” Princess spread her legs apart to make it easier for him. She thought she was being too over the top but he didn’t seem to notice. Princess gripped both sides of the ladder, “OH! OH! I’M LOSING IT! I’M GONNA CUM!” With a loud scream Princess sagged against the ladder. George had a satisfied expression as he watched the helpless girl succumb to his manliness. He opened his robe to wank off at this experience. Princess watched him cum all over the floor.
It amazed her that men were willing to pay not so much for sex as being able to indulge in one of their sex fantasies. For the violent types the Pleasure Place directed the customer to the Meat Market, a Knockturn Alley/Daigon Alley whorehouse, that was also owned by the Malfoys. The fantasies Princess fulfilled were for the harmless and rich. Just in case, all Palace working rooms had ‘panic runes.’
Once George Gonna left Hermione straightened up and walked with no sign of exhaustion to take a long hot shower. While Hermione washed she thought about her two odd… customers? What else do you call the men who rent your body for their pleasure? With only men like them Hermione is still a virgin prostitute. They were not like she expected they were less than what she what she expected. Did that make sense? Hermione should be happy she did not have ‘to put out’ but somehow it made her feel less than the real working girls. Hermione expected a select clientele, who could pay her higher price, according to Draco most of them would be innocent fantasies like a Hogwarts broomcloset fumble and almost getting caught. Sometimes Hermione thought it would be straight on her back sex and she was prepared for that and nothing. She screwed up her courage for nothing and that feft her tired and fustrated. They wanted the Pleasure Palace Princess because they could afford her. Draco speculated to Hermione the interest in the Princess would increase after she became known she refused someone. Draco thought they should send unsuitable individuals for Hermione to refuse when business was slack.
Hermione found herself hot and bothered because she was not satisfied by any of her clients. She assumed it was a side effect of her new job. Hermione didn’t realize it but the Palace potions in her food and drink made her slowly want sex more every day. Draco wasn’t available so she left her rooms in search for one of the Palace boys to help her with another customer induced frustration. Hermione had adopted the house custom of not bothering to tie her robe closed. Why bother? She didn’t have anything they didn’t see every day in their line of work.
It was an hour or so before dinner so one or more of the boys should be in the cafeteria style dining hall. Hermione grabbed one of the teens by his cock, “You… me… NOW!”
Being the professional he was the boy’s cock rapidly hardened. He helped the Princess up on one of the round dining tables.
Hermione lay on her back with her legs were up and over his shoulders, her knees bent. He didn’t have to do much to prepare the House Princess for penetration she was already wet with need. “Bad session?” He calmly asked as if talking about the weather and smoothly slid in.
“The worst, I swear he might as well cut it off for all he did with it… ahhhh” He skillfully hit the right spot and the bundle of nerves sent a jolt of pleasure through Hermione. Hermione’s legs squeezed him tighter, she pulled him closer, she instinctively wanted him deeper. This was not about a customer getting his rocks off, she needed release from the frustration she felt.
The other boys and girls in the room continued their tasks although some of the boy’s cocks did stand straight at the sight.
After he pulled out Hermione called, "MORE!" She still wasn't satified.
Another, older man, came over and rolled Hermione over on her stomach, a finger in the butter dish was rubbed on Hermione's asshole before he pushed in. This caught Hermione by surprise but with so many witnesses all she could do was grin and let it happen. This time the penis penetration didn't hurt as much. Hermione tried to relax and let it happen. He reached around and his fingers tweaked her clit until she came hard when he emptied his cum in her ass.
Hermione stood, "Thank you both. I was left very unsatisfied and horny by my customer a little while ago. He goes on my NO list I don't care how rioch he is."
"I wish I could do that," one of the girls sighed, "some of the johns I service are absolute pigs."
Later in her rooms Hermione did wonder how the Palace stayed so toasty warm in the winter when Hogwarts was drafty and chilly. The Hogwarts stone floors were freezing when she used to get out of bed to take her morning shower. Not here in the Palace though. The answer was so obvious when she asked that Hermione wondered why Hogwarts didn’t do the same. Hogwarts certainly had the talent in all those upper year Ancient Runes students. The brothel floor in every room had hot and cold runes carved in the stone floor for temperature control. The runes were nothing new. The same runes were on the hot and cold water taps in Hogwarts.
The other prostitutes warmed up to Hermione when she convinced Draco to have a Prefect style bath installed in the Palace. Draco was more than happy to agree. Happy whores made for greater customer return business. That meant more money for Draco. Sometimes showers were not enough for Hermione. Playing slap and tickle with other Pleasure Palace men and women in the baths was a fun way to relax.
Hermione Granger was Draco Malfoy’s willing prostitute. Draco smirked, ‘Life is good.’
TBC
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