The idea of Harry standing in front of her, half-naked when Fleur could come back any second was bad enough without factoring in her sudden nudity. "W-what payment?" Hermione managed to stammer.

"The payment for helping you deal with Fleur. I helped you to solve her annoying claim about lap dances. It was a service, and I need a payment."

"And wasn't that lap dance payment enough?" Hermione found herself asking to maintain a hint of control. It wasn't very successful.

"Not with the way my shaft is," he said. "You can't expect me to leave with blue balls. It'll be torture."

Hermione's lips parted even as she felt her nipples react to the situation. Still, she didn't just accept. She wanted to put a token resistance against his demands, just to show him that she wasn't an easy woman. "And, what if I refuse."

"Well, I have to accept," he said. Hermione smirked, finally feeling a hint of control. "Then, I will go and see if Fleur wants to finish what she started."

"You can't. She's married," Hermione gasped.

"Then, she can just tell me that," Harry said with a shrug. "I'm not a barbarian. If she tells me to stop, I will stop." Then, he smirked. "Of course, she actually needs to ask me to stop…"

"You!" Hermione gasped in shock, unable to believe it was her best friend … but then, last night, when he was on top of her, mercilessly drilling her, he proved that he had changed quite a bit.

"And, what's your decision," Harry said.

"Fine," Hermione growled in frustration, though her reaction had nothing to do with accepting his advances, and everything to do with her plan failing. She had never been a gracious loser. "Fine. Let's find —" she started.

That was all she was able to say as he invaded her mouth, filling her mouth with not his taste, but something else. Fleur's juices, her mind helpfully supplied. Fleur had exploded hard enough for her taste to taint his cock despite his pants and boxers.

"Since you tried to turn it into a challenge, let's make it a bit more fun. You have to make me cum before she returns, or…"

"Or what," she asked as he pulled back.

He pushed back inside before he answered. "Or, I might decide that you need some help," he said. Hermione wanted to say that she didn't fear his threat and that Fleur would never accept it. But she did not, for two reasons. The first was a practical reason. Her mouth was already filled, and her throat was in the process of being filled once again.

The other reason was that Hermione wasn't sure that Harry couldn't convince Fleur that she needed some help. Hermione didn't want that. She had already betrayed Weasleys once, though it was deserved. It would be too much if she helped to make Ron's brother a victim as well … well, more than she had already done.

It was why Hermione grabbed his hips and pulled herself forward. Because of that, and only that. Not because she wanted him to fill her throat again. Certainly not. Who would want his monster cock jamming down their throat, stealing their breath until they lost any sense of reason as the pleasure blanketed their brain?

Particularly after watching their best friend finger another very good, but very topless, friend to an explosive climax.

Right?

"S-silencing ward, please," she begged when he pulled back.

"Don't tell me you can't handle little old me," he said, but Hermione threw him an annoyed glare. Or, she hoped that it was annoyed, and not pathetically begging. She wasn't entirely sure she succeeded.

He cast the ward — once again wandlessly and instantly — but when Hermione leaned to catch his cock, he pushed her back. "We need to be fast," he said even as he grabbed and flipped her, once again treating her like she weighed nothing. She ended up grabbing the back of the sofa, while her knees on the seat.

It meant her ass was pointing at Harry, perfectly at cock height. An advantage he leveraged immediately by grabbing her hair as he pushed forward, invading her core once more.

Filled with his presence once again, her mind flared. She had no idea how deep he was, but it was enough to steal her breath. However, he invaded her faster than the night before. "You have improved already," he teased her even as he slapped her ass.

"S-shut up," she begged.

"And what should I do if I shut up?" he asked even as he invaded her core again with a merciless push.

Hermione hissed with a hint of pain, which quickly turned into pleasure. "S-shut up and … fuck me," she begged, feeling ashamed of herself. Just how quickly she turned into a whore. It was unbelievable.

"You're rude," he teased even as he pulled her head back for leverage even as he picked up speed. "You're lucky that you have an excellent pussy. It helps me to ignore your rudeness."

Hermione knew he was teasing her, but she still blushed. She would have avoided looking at her if it wasn't for his grip, forcibly making her turn. She whimpered. However, she found no strength to complain when he pushed more, finally invading places he didn't touch the night before. But, as her body adapted to his size, he was able to push deeper.

"You like when I invade your depths, don't you, slut?" Harry growled as he fucked her harder. She wanted to say something about calling her slut, as he was making a habit of it, but she was unable to do so. Her breath was stolen when he pushed even deeper. He was finally in completely, as evidenced by their hips clapping.

It was a soft sound at first, but as she got used to it, he picked up speed, and the claps rang louder and louder. She was never more glad for the existence of magic than this. Thanks to the silencing ward, she didn't need to keep her voice down. She didn't think she could, not with the way he invaded her.

"It feels so good," she moaned helplessly. It felt incredible already, but after the show she watched, she was burning. "I should have let you fuck me years ago."

"We just need to meet more to make up for the lost time," he replied even as he slapped her ass. Maybe I should drag you for some of my trips. It'll make the trips fun, particularly when flying?"

"Flying? On a broom?" Hermione gasped.

"No, miss witch. A plane," he said even as he continued to hump her. "A private one, most of the time."

"W-why not a portkey?" she found herself asking. It wasn't the most important question, especially when she was bent over her own sofa while trying to make him cum before Fleur's return, but she couldn't help herself.

"Because it takes too much to get a permit. Every ministry has a few annoying Percy's that likes to boost their ego by denying Harry Potter. Also sometimes, I need to enter without alerting anyone. A private plane works perfectly."

"But then, you have a record on the muggle side," Hermione said.

Harry chuckled. "Not if I apparate from the airport," he said with a chuckle. "That way, I travel comfortably, and still sneak in."

"But that's wrong —" Hermione gasped, interrupted by a sudden spank.

"That's enough discussion about the regulations of international travel," Harry said even as he pumped her even harder, the sofa creaking under their combined momentum. "You're making your success even more unlikely."

"B-but, I'm about to cum," Hermione found herself moaning.

"Yes, but that wasn't the challenge. You need to make me cum," he said. "The shower already stopped. You don't have much time," he said. "Work harder, or I'll start to believe that maybe you actually want to watch me fuck Fleur. That way, you won't be the only cheating slut."

Hermione didn't want that. Certainly not. Then, why did her body choose to betray her at that moment, her pussy tightening with mere suggestion, the pleasure from her invasion driving even higher.

It was just the feeling of such a big dick invading her that was overwhelming, Hermione repeated to herself, trying to convince herself … and failing. Then, the orgasm hit, even more spectacular than Fleur's. She could barely breathe, every attempt triggering her ecstasy more.

She felt incredible, even as she collapsed onto her sofa helplessly. She wanted to say something, but before she could, her bedroom door clicked open. "It looks like you'll have your show," Harry said as he tapped her temple.

And, she found herself wrapped in the familiar presence of Harry's invisibility cloak. However, it was surprising, because she didn't see him actually pull one. Once again, she was curious, but it wasn't only her trembling body that stopped her.

No, she could hear Fleur's footsteps … the click was distinct enough to suggest she was wearing heels.

"Where's Hermione?" Fleur asked first, though she didn't miss Fleur's gasp.

"She decided to solve the problem created by your dance," Harry said.

"She went to talk to Ron?" Fleur said, misunderstanding Harry. Based on the way he acted, it was entirely intentional. "Where's your pants?"

"You can't expect me to wear them after you ruined them," Harry said, his smirk wide. Hermione listened to the conversation, wondering if Fleur would ask him to wear something nonetheless. At least a towel.

She did not.

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