’ he always called his cock his willy, like a child, never his cock or penis or anything manly, always his willy.”“That is truly fascinating,”...I said.“Horrible man,” she said, “He had high cholesterol so I always made sure he had a fried breakfast,”“So why did you marry him?” I asked.“Cause I was pregnant of course, and he had a job in Swallow bank,” she sighed, “Of course it wasn’t his, well probably not, I was seeing Tom Bradby and Mike Grimshaw, and Mike’s Dad, Alan from the corner shop, he. “We need to talk,” I said softly.“About?”“Marika, I saw Andre today.”There was a deafening silence before she replied, “You said you wouldn’t.”“I couldn’t passively sit back and let him control our lives.”“Well, he didn’t kill you—that’s a good thing. What happened?”“I offered to buy your contract, if there even is one. I offered him our savings.”“Let me guess… he said no.”“You guessed right. He told me that he’ll let us be together as long as you make his movies. That’s not acceptable. I’ll do. I began to moan in the middle of the dancefloor. I saw Chris look over to Bryce who gave him a nod, then he lifted me up and laid me on the counter. I already knew what was to come."Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's... for lack of a better word... entertainment!" called Bryce.Chris hitched my dress up around my waist and lowered the top, the dress now only covering my stomach. I heard gasps, cheers, whistles, oos, ahs and many other expressions showing a range of emotions.Chris then unzipped his. With that, Harry fastened up his cloak and left the Hall. ‘You’re late Harry,’ said Dumbledore as Harry appeared out of the darkness, jogging towards Hagrid’s hut.‘I’m sorry Professor,’ said a breathless Harry, ‘I got.....distracted.’‘Harry, how many times have I told you to call me Albus?’ chuckled Dumbledore.‘Sorry Sir......I mean Albus,’ said Harry.‘That’s quite all right, are we ready?’ asked Dumbledore kindly.‘Yes Albus,’ said Harry confidently.‘Then let us depart.’*Many hours later, Harry.