It wasn't prostitution. He would buy her things or give her money for things. In exchange she would spend time with him, she didn't have to have sex with him if she didn't want to. Three orgasms in one hour suggested she should, and would. They already had plans to meet the next afternoon. Giddy laughter bubbled out of her, "Stop it," she told herself sternly. "Don't forget your goal- Mrs. Harry Potter, the Chosen One." She nodded at her reflection. She removed the robes, glamoured her skin, and stepped into Harry's room to keep her place by his side locked in place.