No.

"Hold on there, luv'!"

[Obey men.]

'Bollocks!' cursed Harry as her legs came to a halt as if she had been hit by the Freezing Charm.

"There's a good lass. No need to run from ol' Frank." chuckled the fat wizard, evidently taking her involuntary paralysis as acquiescence. Something that only worsened Harry's position when he sidled up next to her and casually hooked a pudgy hand around her slim waist. "Now, about that place I was talkin' about for you to rest your pretty little head in..."

Frank started to regale Harry with a clearly embellished tale of the "establishment", and that was his word, that he was directing her towards. What was even more incredible was that he happened to be the landlord of the "luxurious" two-story tenement. It was far from any sort of shop or business, positioned in what sounded like the worst part of Ration Alley. Of course, Frank said that only meant it was free from any noise and the rent was very affordable.

About the only upside was that it sounded close to Hermione's place from what Harry could remember.

'If I could only get away from this blubbery wanker!'

Every time Harry tried to slip away, Frank would make a comment telling her to stay that her thrice-damned Oath compelled her to obey. Each time she was forced to listen, Frank got only bolder as he made more and more suggestive comments towards her until her face was bright red.

"And, if'n a certain lass ain't got much on her..." he trailed off with what he probably thought was a charming smile but only managed to repulse Harry with how yellow his teeth were. "Well, I'm sure you and I can work out alternative methods of payment, eh?"

"Ah!" Harry gasped as his hand slid down and gave her arse a squeeze.

"Good arse on ya' too! Can't roightly' tell with them trousers ya' got on!" exclaimed Frank with an ugly, delighted laugh as he groped her again. He pulled her into a more secluded corner that covered the both of them in shadow and still felt far too open for Harry's comfort with what he did next. "Stay still for me while I inspect the goods. That'll let me know much yer' worth."

[Obey men!]

Harry wanted to scream as her body was locked in place while Frank took his time in reaching into her clothes and squeezing her breasts and groping her bottom. She felt like she would have been able to as well, but she kept quiet as she didn't want to gain the attention of anyone seeing her humiliation. Frank made approving noises as he took his time molesting her, chuckling as Harry stifled a moan when he pinched her nipples.

"No need to be embarrassed, luv'. Plenty o' tarts just like you here in Ration Alley." He looked hungrily at her face, "Definitely none as beautiful, though."

"I'm n-not a prostitute!" hissed Harry, to which Frank only laughed.

"Pull the other one, girl." chuckled Frank. "Even the frumpiest of witches still bother putting on pants. Not like you. Running around in nothing but trousers."

Harry was cursing her past self for not putting on a pair of her old underwear. It chafed like mad in her new body, but it would have been worth dealing with if this was the result.

"And yer' definitely more eager than my other bitch." growled Frank hungrily as his hand went into the front of her trousers and teased the opening of her pussy. He pulled his two fingers out and held them in front of Harry's mortified face. Even with so little illumination in their corner, Harry could make out the wet sheen coating Frank's digits. He stuck them in his mouth and suckled appreciatively. "Mmm. Delicious."

"P-Pervert!" insulted Harry.

Frank laughed again. "Yer' the one lettin' me do this to ya', luv'. Just like how you're gonna make your first rent payment right now."

Harry's heart sank as Frank's hands went to the buckle around his waist and opened up his robe, revealing that he was completely nude underneath and exposing his hairy cock.

"On your knees, bitch."

[Obey men!]

Harry knelt even as she whispered. "Please...don't...!"

Frank groaned appreciatively, "Oh that's good. Love that whole unwilling slut role yer' doin'. Keep doin' it."

"I-It's not an act! I d-don't want this!"

"Izzat' why yer' hand is already strokin' me cock, then?" pointed out Frank in an amused tone.

Harry's eyes widened as she realized Frank was correct. Her hand was already wrapped around Frank's shaft and she hadn't even noticed that she had done so.

'How?! What...what did he say? Keep doing...the unwilling slut...role...'

A horrified realization fell over Harry as the Oath had apparently interpreted Frank's words of her getting into the role of a coy prostitute. She just hadn't noticed as she wasn't fighting back against the "unwilling" part while her body automatically moved according to the "slut" portion. As if to confirm her suspicions, Harry's other hand joined in to wrap around the girthy cock, her mouth already open while she continued to deny what she was doing.

"Pleasshe, Shirr. I really don't want ta' suck your huge, nashty cock~"

And now even her words were being twisted into something far more lascivious than she had meant to say.

"Ohhh, but yer' gonna. Because you want to make me happy."

"I...I w-want to make you h-happy...!" gritted out Harry, no matter how much she tried to stop herself from saying it.

"Then do it. Make me happy."

Harry's mind screamed at her to run.

"Mmm..."

Harry's body was already leaning forwards and engulfing the head of Frank's cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip and just under the head. When Harry started to suck, Frank let out a loud groan that had him fisting handfuls of her hair in a painful grip.

"Aghh! Thaaat's it!" he hissed, "Knew you were a fockin' whore the moment I laid me eyes on ya'."

"Mhot...Mmm...Ah...Whore...!" denied Harry while mumbling around the dick in her mouth.

"Less talkin', more suckin'." ordered Frank, pulling Harry deeper onto his cock and causing her to choke as it the back of her throat.

"G...akgh!"

"Heh. Now that's the sound I like to hear. Sexy little tart chokin' on me wang." chuckled Frank. "Ya' want me to be more gentle with ya', sweetheart?"

"Mmmyheesh!" slurred Harry, trying to nod.

"Too bad."

"GAKGH?!"

Another inch of fat COCK slipped into her throat after Frank spoke.

"Whore like you don't get to decide."

"GLUCKGH!"

Yet another inch filled her gullet, filling her throat so completely that she was starting to run out of room for air.

"You're just a set of holes for me to fuck whenever I want-"

"GAKGH! GAKGH!"

"-However I want-!"

"GAKGH! GAKGH! GAKGH!"

"-WHEREVER I want!" roared Frank, not caring in the slightest for whoever heard him as he started to violently facefuck Harry. He was just as rough as Uncle Vernon and he was making her just as excited.

'What's...wrong with me...?! Why am I ENJOYING this?!'

Harry's fingers were already feverishly working on her pussy and clit as Frank used her as a fucktoy. The fact that they were doing this in public only heightened her shameful arousal. Harry's hands didn't stop moving even when she dimly registered the presence of another.

"Hey, Frank. Got another whore already?" said a gravelly voice that was filled with hunger. In her current position, Harry could only make out the lower half of a wizard in her periphery and not much else. Frank, on the other hand, showed no concern towards their voyeur and greeted him easily.

"Borgin." grunted Frank, "Bit busy - Ngh! That's right, slut! - breakin' in mah' new girl."

"I can see that. Any chance I could...help? I'd happily pay a galleon or more for a turn." asked Borgin eagerly and Harry now recognized the voice as belonging to the man who owned the Dark Magic shop in Knockturn Alley.

Frank seemed to consider Borgin's offer as he stopped fucking Harry's mouth and held her in place. Thankfully, he had chosen to stop when his dick wasn't cutting off her air circulation, allowing her to take shuddering gasps of sweet air while he pondered the offer.

"Five galleons and I'll let you take her arse while I use her mouth." he said finally and Harry was indignant that she was being whored off for only twenty quid.

And then she was feeling very ashamed for being indignant about the way she put a price on her own body.

Before she could grapple with her feelings, Borgin gave his answer.