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firewhiskeyficTitle:why they call it knockturn alley
Author:lightofdaye
I am of legal drinking age in my region:of course
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:Harry Potter is the fandom and a character. snape and i think pansy shall appear also
Challenge/Prompts used:snape, knockturn alley, frostbite, iceplay
Summary:harry takes a wrong turn
Rating/Warnings:Nc-17 i bloody hope prostitution, sex,
Word count:2,312
Author's Notes (if any):
The skies above Diaogn Alley were dark and grey and darkly gret, like steel or stonr. In a proper stor the skues about would have been dropping snow upon harry potter. Little fluffly flakes that wiuld pile up ituresquely on the streets and cover the cobbles and make everything look smooth and perfect.
In the reality, it was mostly rain with occasional bouts of sleet and hail and what was forming no the group was such a mess it as mixing instantly with the muddly footprints and eatth ein g tracked about an d becoming a kind of think slippy slush/
We meet Harry, with his head bowed trying to make his way home to the Leaky Cauldron the gateway bac k to the real world and the olny floo equiped place alavaible to the generl punlic. Harry had made the journey teyre many many time and could almost do it in his sleep which was good because after weeks onf around the clock investigation and 366 solid hours of stakeout (thanks o the promised back never showing up.) Harry was practicall yas leep on his feet.
He;d made the journey home, to his empty, one person flat, may many times, but this time, this time he took a wrong turning.
He went down Knockturn alley instead.
This was a mistake as he quickly realised. A good auroor did ont go down Knockturn alley, ecept on official buiness, to keep an eye in all the dark magic that went on and was sold there.
And not just dark magic either, there was another realson that Molly Weasley had not wanted any of her sions to go down there was entirely unrelated to the dark arts, Harry had been shockd to realise when he grew up.
Knockturn alley. It should have ben obvious from the name. Knockturn alley , full of knocking shops.
The wind went straight through the fabric of Harry’s clock, it was worn and threadbare, he’d been meaing to replace it, or reinforce it will spells at hel least he had the money, byt what he never had was the time.
Work, work, work and more work, ovrtime. It wasn’t force but it was what was important in harry’s life. His saving people thing as his friends seaid. Shaking their heads and tutting as if it were a band thing.
It was a bad thing he supposed at least as far as his firenships and other relationships were concerned or weren’t cocnerned he supposed as they didn’t exist.
ley’s backtrack. The winds was piercing harry’s coat, and cloak as well, all his cloing to the one. The hail was coming down haird and the wub wind was blowing I t write into his face with stinging orce. It was this and only this, as he laer claimed to himself was the on reason to run out of the street and into one of the buildings that was sti.ll miracolously open for business past 1am in the morning.
The door led him into what looked like a cross between a shop and some’s livin g room. There were many attractibe people strewn over and in arm chairs, and sofas, and poofs. There were numerous small files burning in many grates and the walls flowed with soft furnishings and drabes. It was… cosy. And just by the door there was a curving expanse of wppd, polished smooth and with a large, old dfashioned cash register boldted down in the middle of it.
The re was man ehind the till. A greasy, hair, sallowed faced man, who was looking at the mew customer with a strngle minglement of intense dislike and sharp, cruel amusement.
Harry stared. Flabbergasted at the madam of the house, Severus snape.
“what are you doing...” tge word he wanted to utter was alive, but the sarcastci jibe he would receive in response was beyond hi abillity to cope with so he substituted the word… “here?”
“Really? That’s whAT Your’re asking?” Snape sneered with practised contempyt. It was worse than Harry had expected. “”Where else would I hide that famous saintly harry potter would never nventure to hu find me?”
“Well I did.” Harry shot back.
“Yes, you did. Not enough girls throwing themselves t your feet?” Snape jibed. “Well I have girls a plenty here. OR boys if that’s your preferemce. For a considerable fee I do occasiionaly work myself. If a celebrity comes in that is.”
“I’m not a celebrity!” Harry saif hotly.
“Oh well you’ll have to take a pick of the girls then.” Snape said with another sneer and a waver around the troom.
Harry looked around. Seamus was wearing leather trousers (nothing but) and avoiding his gaze. Cho was wrapped in a kiminio by one of the fires. Susan Biones was wearing a negilee that was distracting ly seethrough and it’s lines distored buy large breasts. Parvati and Padma shared a seetee. Katie Bell was also avoiding his gazem but nit because she was embararssed in anyway, Harry realised she was ony here to servuce ohther woemne and dstricntion he cfigure she could sharge a lot more for though to fewer customers.
There were other s as well a haughtly blonde hary vaguely recognised as being in h pansy’s gang of slytherin girl t school and in pride of pac , ntre stage lording over the other was Pansy Parkinson herself. Pu stillsslightly pugfaced by wuth curves and a posture that ruled the root in spite of it.
Jarry was sturck by just home how many of hi s classmate and school mates had become prostitues for some reasomn, it struck him as wquick unlikely.
“Nine galleon,” a voice inruded be upon Harry’s reverie.
“WhaT?”
“We charge a cover sharge,2 Snape said cooly. “Even to you.” “non-celebrities are extra of course”
“aht makes you think I am partaking od your services,” Harry said.
2You’re still here” Snape said.
“I,” Harry said with all the gignity he could muster.”am trying to avoid frostbite, that’s all.”
“then you have to buy someone,” snape responded bluntly. “this is a borthel, sir, not sheltert.”
“fine, her,” Harry said pointing in what he supposed was a random direction.
“Twnty galleon”
“It was 9 minute ago”
“That awsa the cover charge, Ms Parksin is our most ski;;ed associate. Her skills are charge commesurated.”
Harry balked internally at the price but bravo was carrying him forwad at this point. He wouldn’t back down in wrong of severous snape of all people.
He plonked odwn the counts in numerous neat piles and Snape efficient;y mde them disappear into the till wich closed with a solid and final sound ing clunk.
Pansu sashayed over to him, and Harry realised the pirce as well founded, everyone;s eyes, customer nd cinet and host alike follwed her progress with a rapped attention.
Well? “ ansy said tugged at the edge of his robes. “We have business, we have. Let’s go?”
Harry was summarily dragged away by Pansy’s magnetic presnce and a firm grip on his robes. They traverse the room. And up a small amont of stairs in to a room diminated by a soft lush looking double bed with foor posts.
He took a moment and stared at Pansy up and down. She was wearing transulect sloth, the only solite parts were a bra built into the dress and nickers barel visinlge through the cloth.
Dark air fll past her sohuldrers inbound and large epxressive eyes regarded with with gentle amusement that showed through the rofessionals pamsk,
though harry knoew, purely by theirym that the trye professionl would hint at emotion connection and depth while still remaining detached.
He figure pansy was ap rofessional, a true professional, a true gorgeous, sexy skilled porfessoonal he was going to use to the uptmost o f his abullity.
He mved closed to kiss her, hos mouth moving towards her.
She slid away from him chuckling and laughing.
“You’ve not been here before have you?” she said, amusement tinging her voce. “We don;t kiss. Not there.”
“ehere do you kiss then?” Harry said gruffly.
“Take off some layers anf I’ll sjow you.”
Harry shed his cloak and l robes , leaving ihm in only a shirt and trousers. Once he’d kicked off hs shoes at least, his socked feet ejoying the shoft sable carpets on the floor.
Pansy steppled close and pressed her lips to his shirt collar, leaving an obvous, lip shapred mark of lipstick there. It wouldn’t come out harry knew, he ddin;t care.
He took the shirt off as well at her prompting. She guided hm backwards ont the most comfortable bed in existence and smiled a slow luxious smile. The warmt of her body as she clambered over Harry said a wave of desire rushing through him. Sittiring him, sending all the blood rushing towards in torrent, as the tips of her shapely bressed, only contain and emphasised by thin shoft fabric, brushed over his bare chest.
Then with a lugh, she withdrew. And while Harry panted she moved over to a drinks cabinent. She pulled our two glasses a bottle of rirewhiskey and her wand, counjuring up icebues to go with the whisjkey.
Do you want a drink, dear?” she said huskily. “ice?” I could use it onl you. Some pople want that.
“I’ve had enough cold” Harry growled. “That why i’m in here, I want o get hot and sweaty.”
“Well that;s usually hot it ends up” Pansy said with a shrug and moving nacktowards him leaving the whiskey on the sdieboard.
She didn;t kiss on the mouth. Shedid kiss everywhere else on the as it transpired. Sje kissed his neck, feeling the breath rushing through it, she kissed his through and his shoulders, she mved downwards. Kissing her chestm if what she did to his chest could be called kissing. She sucke dand she nawed, harr ywas helpeless to restrain her, his hands dugged into the soft bedding as she bit his chest and nipples. He growled and groaened nut soft licks and swiped of hr tngue offlowed the bites, soothing him as much as it raroused him.
“you like that don’t you?” shw said huskily at one point. “you like me treating you nastily. No one does a bet. Famous man with a sob storry, eery on e treats like your precious I bet.”
She got gentler as she went down though. Uby the time she reached his trousers amd used her lips and tongue on his cock. She licked him from stem to tip on one long lavsious strok her tongue, she cooed over his balls and sucked on them, she wrapped hier lips about the head and her checks hollowed with the effort of sucking them.
“fuck, god m fuck, uck,” harry intoned as she worked him in to a lather. His hips raised from the bed, pushig up into the warmth of her throat as she sucked him deeping, practise throat not gagging at all.
Harry swore. Pansy laughed after she’d released her cock from her all consuming mouth. he’d been close, he#d been so close. But she left him hanging. Sotry of his life.
“now, now, you vwouldn’t want t o waste you money on just my mouth now wold you?” Pansy said saronicall. “or myabe you would/. Be me? I was looking forward to a ride.”
And a ride was what she had, though one unlike harry had had before. She didn;t dtraddle him. Instead she seized him nby the ankle and hoist his legs into t he air and than back so that his nakles were nearly along side his lefg head.
“Put yourself where you want to be harry,” she said in teasing downs and harry placed the tip his cock against her per pussy. He culdn’t kid himself, though he had never been he knew enough about the train from legal law enforcement briefing. She would be using lube to keep herslef nice and easily fuckable but when the heat of her encased his cock he could kid herslef that she was a genuinely turned on by the actopn as he was.
Pansy parkinson rode him. She took him, there was no other owrd for it with her hands on jis bakles there, she was in complete control, riding him hard and fast, slamming down on him with no regard for finesse or rhythm or anything other than slamming son him over and over, her wet pussy sequeezing and mklking his helpless abused cock.
Harry hardly noticed whne he came, the experience was one long head rushing, brain emptying experience that left it hi drained and mewling halplessly in pansy;s bed.
A while after, when he’d stopped gasping for breath, Pansy handed him a firewhiskey, the icecubes she’d put in it were now sliver. She knocked back her own and was settling in bed next too him smking form a long handled s cigarette.
“It’s five extra galleons to stay the rest of the night,” She said briskly. “But we do as much as you’re able through the night, so it’s a bargin.”
Someone the return to foramllity snapped Harry out f his trance.,
“I don’t want that.” He said brusquely.
“of course not.”
Harrt put his cloethes back on. Pansy looked at him. Dragging in smoke and exhaling it steadily.
2Repeat custom offers a dicount.” She said as harry pulled on his cloak.
“I don’t want that.” harry repeat.
“Of course not,” Pansy said again with a little more edge to it.
Harry found his own way down the stairs. The greay hair barstard at the desk said nothing not one word about repeat custom, or special offers or even his patented insults.
He knew Harry would be back without a word needing to be said.
Harry pushed back into the storm ad the cold nd thought it was about what he deserved.
Author:
lightofdayeI am of legal drinking age in my region:of course
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom:Harry Potter is the fandom and a character. snape and i think pansy shall appear also
Challenge/Prompts used:snape, knockturn alley, frostbite, iceplay
Summary:harry takes a wrong turn
Rating/Warnings:Nc-17 i bloody hope prostitution, sex,
Word count:2,312
Author's Notes (if any):
The skies above Diaogn Alley were dark and grey and darkly gret, like steel or stonr. In a proper stor the skues about would have been dropping snow upon harry potter. Little fluffly flakes that wiuld pile up ituresquely on the streets and cover the cobbles and make everything look smooth and perfect.
In the reality, it was mostly rain with occasional bouts of sleet and hail and what was forming no the group was such a mess it as mixing instantly with the muddly footprints and eatth ein g tracked about an d becoming a kind of think slippy slush/
We meet Harry, with his head bowed trying to make his way home to the Leaky Cauldron the gateway bac k to the real world and the olny floo equiped place alavaible to the generl punlic. Harry had made the journey teyre many many time and could almost do it in his sleep which was good because after weeks onf around the clock investigation and 366 solid hours of stakeout (thanks o the promised back never showing up.) Harry was practicall yas leep on his feet.
He;d made the journey home, to his empty, one person flat, may many times, but this time, this time he took a wrong turning.
He went down Knockturn alley instead.
This was a mistake as he quickly realised. A good auroor did ont go down Knockturn alley, ecept on official buiness, to keep an eye in all the dark magic that went on and was sold there.
And not just dark magic either, there was another realson that Molly Weasley had not wanted any of her sions to go down there was entirely unrelated to the dark arts, Harry had been shockd to realise when he grew up.
Knockturn alley. It should have ben obvious from the name. Knockturn alley , full of knocking shops.
The wind went straight through the fabric of Harry’s clock, it was worn and threadbare, he’d been meaing to replace it, or reinforce it will spells at hel least he had the money, byt what he never had was the time.
Work, work, work and more work, ovrtime. It wasn’t force but it was what was important in harry’s life. His saving people thing as his friends seaid. Shaking their heads and tutting as if it were a band thing.
It was a bad thing he supposed at least as far as his firenships and other relationships were concerned or weren’t cocnerned he supposed as they didn’t exist.
ley’s backtrack. The winds was piercing harry’s coat, and cloak as well, all his cloing to the one. The hail was coming down haird and the wub wind was blowing I t write into his face with stinging orce. It was this and only this, as he laer claimed to himself was the on reason to run out of the street and into one of the buildings that was sti.ll miracolously open for business past 1am in the morning.
The door led him into what looked like a cross between a shop and some’s livin g room. There were many attractibe people strewn over and in arm chairs, and sofas, and poofs. There were numerous small files burning in many grates and the walls flowed with soft furnishings and drabes. It was… cosy. And just by the door there was a curving expanse of wppd, polished smooth and with a large, old dfashioned cash register boldted down in the middle of it.
The re was man ehind the till. A greasy, hair, sallowed faced man, who was looking at the mew customer with a strngle minglement of intense dislike and sharp, cruel amusement.
Harry stared. Flabbergasted at the madam of the house, Severus snape.
“what are you doing...” tge word he wanted to utter was alive, but the sarcastci jibe he would receive in response was beyond hi abillity to cope with so he substituted the word… “here?”
“Really? That’s whAT Your’re asking?” Snape sneered with practised contempyt. It was worse than Harry had expected. “”Where else would I hide that famous saintly harry potter would never nventure to hu find me?”
“Well I did.” Harry shot back.
“Yes, you did. Not enough girls throwing themselves t your feet?” Snape jibed. “Well I have girls a plenty here. OR boys if that’s your preferemce. For a considerable fee I do occasiionaly work myself. If a celebrity comes in that is.”
“I’m not a celebrity!” Harry saif hotly.
“Oh well you’ll have to take a pick of the girls then.” Snape said with another sneer and a waver around the troom.
Harry looked around. Seamus was wearing leather trousers (nothing but) and avoiding his gaze. Cho was wrapped in a kiminio by one of the fires. Susan Biones was wearing a negilee that was distracting ly seethrough and it’s lines distored buy large breasts. Parvati and Padma shared a seetee. Katie Bell was also avoiding his gazem but nit because she was embararssed in anyway, Harry realised she was ony here to servuce ohther woemne and dstricntion he cfigure she could sharge a lot more for though to fewer customers.
There were other s as well a haughtly blonde hary vaguely recognised as being in h pansy’s gang of slytherin girl t school and in pride of pac , ntre stage lording over the other was Pansy Parkinson herself. Pu stillsslightly pugfaced by wuth curves and a posture that ruled the root in spite of it.
Jarry was sturck by just home how many of hi s classmate and school mates had become prostitues for some reasomn, it struck him as wquick unlikely.
“Nine galleon,” a voice inruded be upon Harry’s reverie.
“WhaT?”
“We charge a cover sharge,2 Snape said cooly. “Even to you.” “non-celebrities are extra of course”
“aht makes you think I am partaking od your services,” Harry said.
2You’re still here” Snape said.
“I,” Harry said with all the gignity he could muster.”am trying to avoid frostbite, that’s all.”
“then you have to buy someone,” snape responded bluntly. “this is a borthel, sir, not sheltert.”
“fine, her,” Harry said pointing in what he supposed was a random direction.
“Twnty galleon”
“It was 9 minute ago”
“That awsa the cover charge, Ms Parksin is our most ski;;ed associate. Her skills are charge commesurated.”
Harry balked internally at the price but bravo was carrying him forwad at this point. He wouldn’t back down in wrong of severous snape of all people.
He plonked odwn the counts in numerous neat piles and Snape efficient;y mde them disappear into the till wich closed with a solid and final sound ing clunk.
Pansu sashayed over to him, and Harry realised the pirce as well founded, everyone;s eyes, customer nd cinet and host alike follwed her progress with a rapped attention.
Well? “ ansy said tugged at the edge of his robes. “We have business, we have. Let’s go?”
Harry was summarily dragged away by Pansy’s magnetic presnce and a firm grip on his robes. They traverse the room. And up a small amont of stairs in to a room diminated by a soft lush looking double bed with foor posts.
He took a moment and stared at Pansy up and down. She was wearing transulect sloth, the only solite parts were a bra built into the dress and nickers barel visinlge through the cloth.
Dark air fll past her sohuldrers inbound and large epxressive eyes regarded with with gentle amusement that showed through the rofessionals pamsk,
though harry knoew, purely by theirym that the trye professionl would hint at emotion connection and depth while still remaining detached.
He figure pansy was ap rofessional, a true professional, a true gorgeous, sexy skilled porfessoonal he was going to use to the uptmost o f his abullity.
He mved closed to kiss her, hos mouth moving towards her.
She slid away from him chuckling and laughing.
“You’ve not been here before have you?” she said, amusement tinging her voce. “We don;t kiss. Not there.”
“ehere do you kiss then?” Harry said gruffly.
“Take off some layers anf I’ll sjow you.”
Harry shed his cloak and l robes , leaving ihm in only a shirt and trousers. Once he’d kicked off hs shoes at least, his socked feet ejoying the shoft sable carpets on the floor.
Pansy steppled close and pressed her lips to his shirt collar, leaving an obvous, lip shapred mark of lipstick there. It wouldn’t come out harry knew, he ddin;t care.
He took the shirt off as well at her prompting. She guided hm backwards ont the most comfortable bed in existence and smiled a slow luxious smile. The warmt of her body as she clambered over Harry said a wave of desire rushing through him. Sittiring him, sending all the blood rushing towards in torrent, as the tips of her shapely bressed, only contain and emphasised by thin shoft fabric, brushed over his bare chest.
Then with a lugh, she withdrew. And while Harry panted she moved over to a drinks cabinent. She pulled our two glasses a bottle of rirewhiskey and her wand, counjuring up icebues to go with the whisjkey.
Do you want a drink, dear?” she said huskily. “ice?” I could use it onl you. Some pople want that.
“I’ve had enough cold” Harry growled. “That why i’m in here, I want o get hot and sweaty.”
“Well that;s usually hot it ends up” Pansy said with a shrug and moving nacktowards him leaving the whiskey on the sdieboard.
She didn;t kiss on the mouth. Shedid kiss everywhere else on the as it transpired. Sje kissed his neck, feeling the breath rushing through it, she kissed his through and his shoulders, she mved downwards. Kissing her chestm if what she did to his chest could be called kissing. She sucke dand she nawed, harr ywas helpeless to restrain her, his hands dugged into the soft bedding as she bit his chest and nipples. He growled and groaened nut soft licks and swiped of hr tngue offlowed the bites, soothing him as much as it raroused him.
“you like that don’t you?” shw said huskily at one point. “you like me treating you nastily. No one does a bet. Famous man with a sob storry, eery on e treats like your precious I bet.”
She got gentler as she went down though. Uby the time she reached his trousers amd used her lips and tongue on his cock. She licked him from stem to tip on one long lavsious strok her tongue, she cooed over his balls and sucked on them, she wrapped hier lips about the head and her checks hollowed with the effort of sucking them.
“fuck, god m fuck, uck,” harry intoned as she worked him in to a lather. His hips raised from the bed, pushig up into the warmth of her throat as she sucked him deeping, practise throat not gagging at all.
Harry swore. Pansy laughed after she’d released her cock from her all consuming mouth. he’d been close, he#d been so close. But she left him hanging. Sotry of his life.
“now, now, you vwouldn’t want t o waste you money on just my mouth now wold you?” Pansy said saronicall. “or myabe you would/. Be me? I was looking forward to a ride.”
And a ride was what she had, though one unlike harry had had before. She didn;t dtraddle him. Instead she seized him nby the ankle and hoist his legs into t he air and than back so that his nakles were nearly along side his lefg head.
“Put yourself where you want to be harry,” she said in teasing downs and harry placed the tip his cock against her per pussy. He culdn’t kid himself, though he had never been he knew enough about the train from legal law enforcement briefing. She would be using lube to keep herslef nice and easily fuckable but when the heat of her encased his cock he could kid herslef that she was a genuinely turned on by the actopn as he was.
Pansy parkinson rode him. She took him, there was no other owrd for it with her hands on jis bakles there, she was in complete control, riding him hard and fast, slamming down on him with no regard for finesse or rhythm or anything other than slamming son him over and over, her wet pussy sequeezing and mklking his helpless abused cock.
Harry hardly noticed whne he came, the experience was one long head rushing, brain emptying experience that left it hi drained and mewling halplessly in pansy;s bed.
A while after, when he’d stopped gasping for breath, Pansy handed him a firewhiskey, the icecubes she’d put in it were now sliver. She knocked back her own and was settling in bed next too him smking form a long handled s cigarette.
“It’s five extra galleons to stay the rest of the night,” She said briskly. “But we do as much as you’re able through the night, so it’s a bargin.”
Someone the return to foramllity snapped Harry out f his trance.,
“I don’t want that.” He said brusquely.
“of course not.”
Harrt put his cloethes back on. Pansy looked at him. Dragging in smoke and exhaling it steadily.
2Repeat custom offers a dicount.” She said as harry pulled on his cloak.
“I don’t want that.” harry repeat.
“Of course not,” Pansy said again with a little more edge to it.
Harry found his own way down the stairs. The greay hair barstard at the desk said nothing not one word about repeat custom, or special offers or even his patented insults.
He knew Harry would be back without a word needing to be said.
Harry pushed back into the storm ad the cold nd thought it was about what he deserved.
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Date: 2020-02-04 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-02-06 07:24 pm (UTC)I loved how Snape's bargain went up while Harry was musing. xD
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Date: 2020-02-12 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-02-12 09:45 pm (UTC)I've not dared read or edited it yet but the position I was trying to put them in was the amazon position.
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Date: 2020-02-08 02:35 am (UTC)Oh my goodness. Laughed really hard at that, the mystery is revealed! A line so good, of course it needed to title this fic!
Also, Pansy here is amazing. Harry's such a slob and she's such a queeeeeen!
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Date: 2020-02-12 09:45 pm (UTC)