Up the Creek

Paris in the rain

I've been searching every nightclub
From Marais to Montparnasse
Clouds above are crying
I'm a stranger you can trust
Heartaches I'm escaping
Love that's gone insane
Fountaines heal the heartache
Paris in the rain

Gilderoy was is Paris for a photoshoot and an interview with the French equivalent of Witch Weekly.
After that he wanted to go hit on some girls. Make them fall in love with his award winning smile. Who cared if he was shallow? He was good to look at and that was all that you needed these days.
He searched from Marais to Montparnasse to find a good nightclub. Especially one that wasn't Muggle. There was no way there would be interesting stories for his new book there.
When he entered a dingy looking club, he saw the most gorgeous woman in the whole world. She had a heavy-jawed face. He liked that in a woman. Her hair was set in long curls, held up in a bun at the back of her head. Her glasses were so beautifully set with jewels. She seemed so classy, that he didn't knew what she was doing in this dingy club.
He quickly noticed her long crimson nails, as he kissed her hand with it's nice thick fingers.
"Hi, gorgeous lady! My name is Gilderoy. But you can call me Gil..." he said.
"You are not too bad, yourself, Gil! My name is Rita," Rita answered.

Where I love to love you
Where I love to love you
Where I love to love you
Where I love to love you

Rita and Gilderoy got closer and closer in the dingy club. After a while he took her to his hotel. He quickly got her undressed. His hands whirled over her body. His lips followed his hands closely.
There was nothing more that Rita could do than scream for more.
"Oh, Gil! Oh, Gilderoy! More! More! MORE!" she screamed.
She got her wish as he said: "You're wish is my command." She didn't knew he thought something with it: 'As long as it gives me pleasure!'
When he came into her, she was nearing heaven. It was not long before he had taken her to heaven and beyond. Gilderoy brought her to ecstasy. Not once, not twice, but over six times that night.
"Gilderoy, I love you!" she screamed as the last flames of ecstasy took her away for a seventh time...

Catwalk something Gaultier
Looking sharp in a McQueen
Dior Galliano
Share the glamour of the scene
But seasons have an ending
And the glamour was in vain
Fountains heal the heartache
Paris in the rain

After that night Gilderoy had to leave the hotel. Other guests had complained about the loudness of his foreplay and lovemaking.

Rita took Gilderoy to a fashion show she had to report. There it all went wrong. He hooked up with some model. Narcissa her name was.
The glamour of their affair was over, she was alone again. Rita cried on the way to one of the inconspicuous Apparition spots in Paris. Paris was still a city built on romance. She had her romance there. But she had to go back and turn in her article about the fashion show. And after that she would try to dig up some dirt about a model called Narcissa Black.