That had Hermione pop up from her cringe and stare at Harry in shock. It also managed to stutter the two girls into stunned silence.
He continued in the same voice, "How is it you know two prostitutes?"
Then in a quiet mutter to her, said, "Address me as 'My Lord'."
Hermione blinked before she took a quick glance at both girls and immediately looked back to Harry. Then she smirked.
In her own carrying voice she replied, "I have no idea if they are prostitutes now, or not, My Lord. However, both these... ladies... attended primary school in the same year as I, before I began to attend private school."
As he was turned from the two girls, Harry maintained a straight face but gave Hermione a wink with the eye furthest from the two.
"Of course, they are," he declared before he, gestured towards them and let his eyes dress them up and down. "Look at how they're dressed! Clearly, they must be prostitutes."
Turning to look at them in the eyes, he said, "Tell me... ladies... did you become prostitutes because you enjoy sex, or was it because you're too stupid to find a better profession?"
That snapped both girls out of their shock and both faces developed expressions of fury. The brunette practically shouted back, "We are not prostitutes!"
"Sorry," he said. "Please forgive me."
As both girls' expression began to relax, he said, "I meant 'Ladies of the Night'."
When he saw their expressions again change to anger, before they could say anything he tried, "Or, do you prefer 'Call Girls'?... No?... 'Hookers'?... What about 'Gentlemens' Special Friends'?"
"Arsehole!" the blonde screamed at him.
"No thanks," he blandly said. "I believe in... shall we say... the traditional entrance.
"Besides, I have no wish to pay for your services. However, I wish you luck in your... endeavours."
That had Hermione suddenly try to bury her face into his shoulder and begin snickering.
When the blonde began to splutter and start hurling invectives at him, the brunette suddenly latched onto her arm and began to drag her across the street.
"Oh, I get it!" he declared, calling after them. "You prefer to be called... Street Walkers! Sorry! My bad! Or is that demonstration to reflect how you're 'Escorts'? You're not offering a two-for-the-price-of-one deal, are you? What would that be worth, anyway? Ten pounds?"
After both girls had reached the other side of the road and hurried away down the footpath, not even looking back, Harry turned to Hermione and innocently asked, "Was it something I said?"
She then latched onto him more fully and began to laugh and cry at the same time with her face practically buried into the hollow of his shoulder.
It was a few minutes before she could compose herself enough to release him and step back.
"Damn, Harry," she giggled and sniffled. "That was just... precious."
Surreptitiously, Harry conjured a handkerchief between them and offered it to her. Hermione clearly needed one to wipe her eyes and clear her nose.
It was only a minute later before they were again walking along. But about once a minute Hermione would develop a short case of the snorts and giggles and would have to pause walking again.
When they got home, Hermione immediately tracked down her mother and dragged her upstairs. A few seconds after she did, Harry heard her bedroom door slam close.
That's when the female auror dropped her Notice-Me-Not charm and widely grinned at Harry. "You... are evil." Then hurried to the back of the house and down the stairs.
Curious, Wendell asked, "Something happen out on your walk?"
Harry shrugged and said, "Not really. A couple of girls Hermione knew from primary school tried to start something nasty with her. Before they got past their first scathing remark, I shot them down, pretty quick. And, no, I didn't use magic; just words.
"Hermione's had an on-off dose of the giggles ever since. And, I think she just wants to tell Monica about it."
Harry was right. When the two came down about five minutes later, it was obvious both had been laughing hard as both had slightly flushed faces, bright eyes and were grinning from ear to ear.
Monica immediately approached Harry, pulled down on his arm to get him to bend over a little and planted a kiss on his cheek.
As he started to straighten up in shock with a developing blush, she brushed his cheek with her hand and softly, but vehemently, said, "Good boy."
Blushing a little, Harry just grinned back.
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As Platform nine and three-quarters began to fill with excited students and their exasperated guardians, many were looking about to see if they could spot Harry.
Because it was a Sunday, there wasn't so many parents dropping their children off early so they could hurry in or back to work, so many parents were using the opportunity as a bit of a social event. Pockets of adult witches and wizards were shifting about, while also keeping an eye on children who were wanting to dash off to find friends.
For the Heirs of the Alliance, they had already made plans and were meeting in the third carriage. They all also already knew Harry and Hermione were going to be a 'couple of' days late; so, did not expect to see him on the platform or on the train.
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