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Hermione opened the door, but he barely recognized her. Her hair was pulled back and pinned up in a bun. Her face had slimmed down and taken on enticing features. Her black dress framed her body, making her large breasts and girlish hips visible. The only things that remained unchanged in her appearance were her pretty eyes and the smile with which she now greeted him.
She invited him inside and gave him an innocent kiss on the cheek as a greeting. Harry liked her fresh scent with a hint of citrus.
He presented the jeweler with flowers and a gift and wished her well. His tongue was a little tangled from nervousness, but he came off not too bad, because Hermione laughed pretty.
As she was looking into her gift bag, someone called out to her from the other room, breaking through the noise made by several people standing and talking in the hallway.
"Excuse me, Fleur is calling me. I'll be right back and unwrap the gift. Make yourself comfortable." She looked warmly at Harry some more and headed to the kitchen with the flowers and the gift.
He led her away with his eyes. He reprimanded himself in spirit, but could not take his eyes off her shapely bottom. Unbelievable. This supposed babe, ridiculed by his colleagues a few months ago, looked fantastic today, and time would still help her.
He swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He thought how wonderful it would be to find himself and Hermione in an intimate situation alone. This girl had unquestionably moved up a league. He felt a slight stab of anxiety. He still believed in carrying out his plan, but it was possible that it would be a more difficult task than he had originally expected.
Hermione's friends snapped him out of his reverie and dragged to the living room of her quarters, where there was already a large group of guests. Harry associated them by sight, but their presence made him a little uncomfortable. The party in the living room was just getting started. The center of the room, which served as a dance floor, was still empty, although intriguing and sensual sounds were emanating from the radio.
Most of the students preferred to safely occupy the two tables, standing against the walls, lavishly set with various snacks and drinks. The guys stared at the girls, wondering how to riddle and rock the party, while the ladies stood in subgroups, whispering something to each other and erupting into silly giggles now and then.
For lack of better options, Harry approached Malfoy. His presence at the party came as somewhat of a surprise to Harry. He remembered how the man had repeatedly teased Hermione and even been rude to her.
He explained to himself that Hermione probably invited the entire yearbook to her birthday party, making no exceptions even for her former tormentors. Her metamorphosis extended beyond the visual sphere.
From Malfoy, he learned that this one, after the older yearbooks left, became captain of the Slytherin team. Harry cursed in his spirit, but congratulated Malfoy sincerely. And the man's mouth did not close. He talked excitedly about the team, the last games, school, and other bullshit.
This had its advantages, because Harry did not have to look for topics to talk about. As he listened to Malfoy in passing, he simultaneously sipped a butterbear and looked at the rest of the company.
Several times, he caught eye contact with Fleur. He noted that she, too, had changed since he had last seen her. She was still quite short and of petite build, but she wasn't missing anything. She had quite a pretty face, playful eyes, and prominent lips. Her young breasts, hidden under a dress with cleavage, were not large, but they tempted one to inspect them, as did her shapely bottom.
Harry chased away the bawdy thoughts and looked around for Hermione. He didn't spot her in the living room. She was probably finishing preparing the last snacks or in the hallway, greeting the next guests.
"Harry, you won't believe who my staff is now!" Malfoy poked him with his elbow, pulling him out of his reverie.
"What do you say?" Harry returned to the conversation.
"I'm saying that I have a new girlfriend. You will be surprised. We've been dating for a while. Today we are going to have a hard time." He winked at the interlocutor communicatively.
Harry decided he had had enough of Malforyk's company and, on the pretext of a full bladder, moved away to the loo. In the hallway he passed Hermione, who again gave him a warm smile and asked him to help her rock the party when he returned from the toilet. He assured her he would be at her disposal in a moment. It looked like their business together had a good chance of success.
On the way, he discreetly glanced at the layout of the quarters some more. Besides the kitchen and living room, there were three other rooms, a long hallway and an intimate bathroom. Harry was pleased to see that the apartment had potential, and he shouldn't have much trouble finding a secluded place for himself and Hermione when the party got into full swing.
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The music was turned up louder and in the middle of the room dancing to a dynamic son. Harry joined the circle of dancers. He rocked to the rhythm of the music. He was not some outstanding dancer, but he was certainly near to the average at this party. He could sense the discreet glances of his female colleagues. The interest they had had a positive effect on his mood. He felt like he was in his first year. Back then he was not a gray student - an average, but someone who stood out from the group. Instead of reciprocating the other girls' gazes, Harry sought eye contact with Hermione. They danced in a circle sideways to each other and were separated by Malfoy, which clearly made his task difficult.
The next energetic and upbeat songs kicked off the house party, and the general mood was increasingly cheerful. Some people came out to the center of the circle and performed a short show of dance skills or silly stunts, accompanied by the applause of other partygoers. Harry was ripe for the decision to do the same with Hermione.
From the speakers came the first sounds of a rap hit from the previous year. Harry loved this controversial track. When he was just about to take the first step toward the center of the circle and pull Hermione with him, Malfoy forestalled him.
With a nimble roll, he found himself in the center and extended his hands invitingly toward the girl. Hermione responded with a slight embarrassment, but with graceful movements she joined him. The complete circle clapped, and when Malfoy caught Hermione's waist, some girlish voice from behind Harry shouted "bitter" as if at some fucking wedding.
Malfoy did not need to be told a second time. He quickly kissed a surprised Hermione. It wasn't a tongue kiss, but it was eloquent enough that Harry quickly understood who was now the girlfriend of the new Slytherin team captain. Malfoy and an abashed Hermione continued to dance in the middle of the circle, while the rest of the team cheered.
Harry felt like he was in the ring after taking a strong blow right on the nose. His legs bent at the knees, he struggled to catch his breath, and his confidence left him as quickly as air punctured a balloon.
Harry's head was already spinning a merry-go-round of various thoughts and conjectures. "What were you hoping for, you idiot?" an inner voice chastised him. You fell into the role of a sucker who is supposed to watch and regret. Fuck off better where the fuck is growing. - As he thought, so he did. He energetically turned on his heel towards the door of the living room and another "soil".
He impetuously bumped into Fleur, who was standing behind him and holding a tray of cake in front of him. The delicious sweetness almost entirely landed on her cleavage and dress.
"Oh, shit... sorry..." Harry's face was flooded with the beet red of extreme embarrassment.
Fleur, in the first moment, hissily replied,
"Oh fuck" to laugh sincerely in a moment, when the first shock subsided.
Harry came to his senses, took the plate from her and began clumsily picking up the remains of the cake from the floor. Some of the guests joined in to help.
When Harry, kneeling in front of Fleur, looked up uncertainty, she said to him with a smile,
"Sir, please go to the bathroom."
Embarrassed by the whole situation, he obeyed the command without murmuring. When they found themselves in a small bathroom, Fleur closed the door behind them. She reached for a towel, wet it, and washed off the visible stains that had made her dress miserable. Harry was stammering how sorry he was.
"Stop talking, just wet another towel and help me wash it off," she said to him with a smile, but in an unobjectionable tone.
Harry was a taskmaster. When he got a clear message, he quickly got to work. Fortunately, the material of the dress was slippery enough that the dirt could be removed well. After a short while, Harry became hopeful that the situation could be controlled and Fleur would not look like a total slob.
The closer they got to success, the more often Jolka showed him, the more points where he should work with a wet towel. He noticed these spots were not dirty. Then she told him to work on her neck, cleavage and hands.
Harry slowly became certain that Jolka was forcefully prolonging their presence in the bathroom. He did not object, on the contrary. It tickled his ego. Being alone with an appetizing girl stirred his imagination, especially since he could look at her shamelessly, touch her, and the small bathroom gave a sense of intimacy and encouraged pranks.
His penis awakened. Amigo fiercely fought against the resistance offered by his boxers and the material of his pants.
It did not escape Fleur's attention. The noticeable bulge in Harry's crotch only reassured her he wanted to continue with the plan that had dawned on her at the beginning of the party, when she felt a pleasant tingling in her crevice at the sight of her hidden affection.
Fleur was not of the "easy" variety. Although guys often showed interest in her, so far she had let no one give her a decent swipe. The exception to this rule was a slight frenzy in the last party. The guy who adored her throughout her party, let hi briefly touch her shell through her cotton panties. She had a strong desire to go a little further and agree to finger herself. It also crossed her mind to play with his member.
However, she remained true to her resolve. Once she had promised that she would only allow herself to play such games with someone special. She had no one specific in mind. Nor was she sure when this should happen.
That was the case until today. When she saw Harry on the doorstep, she realized it had to be at this party and only with him. She wanted it to be his hand caressing her crack and his tongue licking her juices. She wasn't ready to lose her virginity just yet, but she had a lot of goodwill in her to give him real pleasure. "Well, maybe without the blowjob," she admonished herself in spirit.
She had liked him for a long time. He was athletic, the leader of the Griffindor Quidditch team, and one of the better students in Hogwart. Half the girls in the school had a crush on him, and the moron was so absorbed in sports that he didn't even notice it. Although Fleur speculated that there might have been another reason.
Harry, contrary to appearances and the general impression, was very shy. This turned Fleur on even more. She loved in him this mixture of polite, handsome and insecure boy, in whom, however, lay the strength of a true alpha male. However, her friend made a mistake. She was trying won Harry by arousing jealousy in him, and this card, combined with the victim's shyness, has the opposite effect. And Fleur took advantage of this.
As soon as she saw Hermione and Malfoy in a circle, she shouted "bitter", hoping that Mareczek would rise to the occasion. The only thing that surprised her was Harry's impulsive reaction. With the naked eye, Hermione's kiss had shaken him badly. She didn't even have to help him bump into her and make a mess of her dress. He did it with such momentum that Fleur almost fell over. The rest was a formality.
Now that she had him at arm's length and was looking at the blatant evidence of his arousal, she went even further.
Seemingly by accident, because of the cramped bathroom, reaching for a clean towel hanging on the door, she clung with her whole body to Harry. She felt his bulge in her stomach. It excited her even more. She wanted to taste his mouth, and maybe even something more. He also trembled, but hesitated. She helped him.
"Do you want to kiss me?" She flirtatiously asked. She smiled coquettishly, clarifying that she didn't need to be embarrassed.
Her lips were pretty, and she was inviting oral games. They were hard to resist. As Harry, stunned but also aroused, tried to get into the saliva with her, there was a brisk knock on the door.
"Hey. Are you alright?" Hermione's question came to them from behind the door.
"We're on our way out now!" Fleur fired off the announcement before a surprised Hermione had time to say anything.
She gave another flirtatious smile on him and quickly headed for the door. At that moment, seemingly by accident, she brushed the bulge in his pants with the outside of her hand. An electric current went through him. Fleur opened the door.
"Thank you for your pleasant company," she threw to him on the way out, while passing Hermione on the threshold.
When Hermione saw the beaming Fleur and the embarrassed Harry, she took on a strange expression. Her gaze stopped for a moment at the height of his crotch, which he tried clumsily to hide. He wanted to say something, but didn't have time. Hermione, like a flash, turned on her heel and rushed after Fleur into the living room.
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