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"Damn it, Potter. Drinking alone is so pathetic."
"Oh shut up, Draco. And don't call me Potter."
"I'll call you whatever I want if you keep acting that ridiculous. I won't look at your sad face for another day. Here, I've brought you an address. You'll go there today and get it over with."
"This isn't the address of a... umm, well..."
"A brothel? Yes, that's exactly what it is."
"I can't just go to a prostitute!"
"Yes you can, that's exactly what you're going to do. For months you've been complaining about getting your first time over with, but you don't want to do it with a wizard because you think he might tell on you to the press, but you don't want to do it with a muggle either, in case you like him but then have to break up with him because you don't want to tell him about the wizarding world. You don't want someone you know because you'd be uncomfortable meeting him later, and you don't want someone you don't know because you couldn't trust them."
"Well, it's not my fault if the only person I could have really imagined for this has died under my hands."
"And that's exactly why this is the perfect solution. It's an extremely discreet place, no one will know you were there. The staff are Muggle, but the brothel is protected by wizards, so it doesn't get any safer or more discreet than this. And you can even pick someone older with black hair. So get it over with."
"I don't know..."
"Well then, if you need any extra motivation, if you don't get this done today, I'm going to give the press an exclusive interview about our best experiences together at Hogwarts. Or I'll tell them right now who's really shagging your girlfriend."
"What? No! Besides, you wouldn't do that to your parents."
"Now just get your ass up, get ready and go there already. And when you come back say thank you like a good boy."
"All right, I'll go. But I'll just watch it for now. And I most assuredly won't thank you for it."
"Oh we will have to wait and see... See you later!"
"Yeah well, have fun with Ginny in the meantime."
"I will, trust me."
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And that was the reason why Harry had seriously got dressed up again at this hour and after using few small spells to disguise his appearance a bit so that he wouldn't be immediately recognisable, apparated to the address of Draco's note with flushed cheeks and full wallet.
He approached the establishment cautiously, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, even though he suddenly felt he had forgotten what normal people did with their arms when they walked. Lurch along? Hold still at their sides? Excitedly, he wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers.
Outside the house, which was in an extremely dark corner of a small town near London, there were already a number of provocatively presented prostitutes, both male and female, trying to attract the passing clientele. Except for one, who immediately caught Harry's eye.
A man considerably taller than him, with long black hair. Of course, it had to be one who immediately reminded him of Snape. The man seemed to be observing the surroundings with watchful eyes rather than soliciting customers, until he spotted a short, bald man heading purposefully towards him. Harry could do nothing about the fact that his feet were leading him closer and closer to the two men of their own accord.
His heart was beating faster and he felt his brain was playing tricks on him, but the closer he got to the man who had captured his attention, the more he obviously resembled Snape. But Snape was dead after all. He himself had been there. Had held him in his arms until the man had finally closed his eyes and Harry had to go back into battle and meet his own death.
But then why the heck was there a prostitute here who looked bloody well exactly like his late professor? It didn't matter to Harry if he just looked like him, yet Harry knew immediately that he wasn't going to let that disgusting greaseball who was currently talking to him get his hands on this man.
Harry was within earshot by now and heard the men talking about the prize. Deciding on the spur of the moment, he stepped in and even though he had no idea how that usually went, he said the first thing that came to his mind "I'll bid more."
The two men turned to him in surprise and Harry thought he saw the prostitute's night-black eyes widen for a moment. Had he recognised him? His heart raced as he heard the prostitute clearly point out to him in a firm voice that the other had been there first. Even his voice sounded like Snape's.
"Yes, that's right. I was here first. So get lost." The smaller man jeered at him.
Harry screwed up his face contemptuously and said "I don't care. I can offer more."
They outbid each other with increasing amounts of money while the prostitute looked back and forth between them with narrowed eyes.
"How much for the whole night?" finally Harry asked the black-haired man firmly.
The prostitute snorted and told him the absolutely exorbitant sum of £2000.
"Okay." Harry agreed immediately, shrugging his shoulders, glad that he had taken extra money because he didn't know what the prices were in a brothel.
The bald man raised both hands in a scolding manner and said "I'm out.". Triumphantly, Harry looked after him as he marched off in a huff. Then he pulled out his wallet and generously counted out the amount demanded and held the money out to the prostitute as he nervously asked "Where are we going?"