Prostitution

The blonde's eyes went wide and her face turned red. "You bastard!" She stood up and pulled out her wand, "how dare you suggest something like that! You think I would let you pimp me out? Even if I was willing to do something like that, why the fuck would I let you in on it since I can do it myself."

"Relax," Draco raised his hands defensively, "I don't want you to be a prostitute. I just need your help getting them for me."

Daphne raised an eyebrow, then looked at the cup he was sitting next to. She realised it was some kind of potion, but which one. "What are you planning?"

"It's simple. I want to start my own brothel. I'll buy a place with some money I managed to stash away before father was arrested. But I need girls to work in it. Attractive girls." That last statement made Daphne frown. Though prostitution was legal in the wizarding world, not respectable witch would let themselves work in it. The only ones you would find working in brothels were the ugliest witches in the country. The kind Muggles told stories about to children.

"So where do I fit into all this. If you don't want me as one of the girls, why am I here?"

"Like I said. I need your help to get them." He stood up and held out the potion, Daphne taking it and looking down at the mud-like liquid inside.

"Is this..."

"Polyjuice Potion," Draco smirked before taking three plastic bags out of his robes. "And these are the hairs of my hopeful future employees." Daphne looked at the bags and saw a bunch of hairs in them. One bag was full of red hair, one had brown hair and the last had black. "I want you to take the potion and transform into the girls, then let me take a few embarrassing pictures of you."

Daphne saw what he was planning. "You're gonna **** the girls into being your sluts."

"Exactly," Draco smirked. "They'll work for me or I'll send the pictures to every wizarding address I can find."

Daphne smirked, admitting to liking his idea. But it all depended on which girls he was planning to ensnare, though she could guess based on the colour of the hair. The red one was obvious, "that wouldn't happen to be the Weasley bitch, would it?" Draco smirked, giving her her answer. "And I'm guessing the brown hair belongs to the Mudblood, Granger."

"Of course," Draco chuckled. "I'd like to see how that filthy know it all acts once she's been spit-roasted by about sixty paying customers."

Daphne nodded and stared at the final bag of hairs, "who the heck is this?"

Draco smirked, "that Chang girl. She's not my type, but I know a lot of wizards like to experience some exotic cuisine." Daphne raised an eyebrow at this.

"And the fact that these girls all have a connection to Potter didn't influence your choice in picking them." Draco shrugged.

"What can I say. It's was a happy coincidence." Daphne thought about what Draco was asking for. The idea of showing her body off to him and letting him photograph her should have made her feel sick, but then again she wouldn't be showing him her body.

"Okay," she smirked, "I'm in. But I want a cut of the profits. We're both equal partners in this. Anything you get, I get the same amount." She expected Draco to argue, but he just smirked.

"Deal," he held out her hand and she gingerly shook it, "let's get to work." He offered her the bags, "who do you wanna be first?" Daphne stared at the bags, wondering which slut she should pretend to be.