"No, Fleur. I won't reconsider getting back together. The wedding is off. And it's rude for you to invite him without asking me," Hermione said after hexing Ron away, looking at Fleur angrily.
Hermione's life had changed after that spectacular bachelor party. She had done something reprehensible by cheating on her fiancee, a secret that she had told no one. However, that hadn't been the only change.
When she finally woke up and decided to 'visit' the Burrow, she was lucky enough to find a naked Lavender with Ron, both sleeping, the mess around them enough to show they had overdone the fire whiskey. Hermione decided to use that as a very public excuse to call off the wedding.
Was that unfair, certainly. It was clear that they didn't have sex, and Hermione was the one who cheated on him. Yet, after the night she had, she decided that being fair was overrated. For once, she decided to do what was easy.
After all, it was far more acceptable for a man to be a cheating asshole. She might have felt a bit worse if Ron's lack of cheating was about his moral principles, but the fact that he didn't do so because he was drunk meant that Hermione wasn't particularly torn up about the idea.
It was also the reason for her anger. When Fleur asked to have dinner, she accepted, hoping for a calm night after spending the day fighting with Molly, Bill, Ron, and even Ginny, all more focused on the fact that the wedding was going to cost a lot of money due to non-refundable payments rather than her relationship, which was another sign that she had done good.
She didn't expect Fleur to be on their side as well, not with her relationship with the rest of the Weasleys, which was still horrible six years after her wedding.
"Still, it's a radical decision. You said that they weren't having sex. Can't you just forgive them?" Fleur asked, and not for the first time.
"No, Fleur. A lap dance from Lavender is still cheating, even if it happened during a bachelor party," she said. "Particularly since the only thing that stopped him is his inability to hold his alcohol —" she followed.
Only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Sorry, I need to hex someone that doesn't know the meaning of fuck off," Hermione said even as she walked away, leaving Fleur in her living room. Her wand was already raised as she opened the door, expecting to find Ron, or another redhead.
Only to freeze by the sight of emerald eyes. She was silenced, though not just by his eyes. She was also silenced by his tongue, which was once again in her mouth. She moaned as she was being kissed once again, feeling her thirst quench.
It was hard to believe it wasn't even twenty-four hours ago she kissed him for the first time. It felt much longer.
"Hermione, do you want me to come," Fleur called from inside, worried. Only then, Hermione pulled back.
"Sorry. It's Fleur," Hermione said before shouting back inside. "Don't worry Fleur. Harry is here. I'll be back in a minute."
"I knew she was here," Harry said with a smirk.
"And you still kissed me," Hermione whispered in shock. "What if we were caught."
"So," Harry answered with a smug, unrepentant smirk. "Was it worse than fucking you while your Ron was at downstairs?"
"Point," Hermione answered while blushing, not willing to admit that his words were making her pussy burn with desire. "So, why are you here?"
"To do my best to get you and Ron back together, of course. It's my mission as the best man. And, I'm planning to work on it all night long."
Hermione blushed even worse with his suggestive words. "Yes, but too bad Fleur is here. And, I can't send her away without making even more of a disaster."
"Really," he said. "I didn't expect that from her."
"Me too, but she has been annoying me the whole day, repeating that a lap dance doesn't count as cheating."
Harry paused for a moment, and his eyes shone with a naughty light. The exact same expression when he had opened the door the last night, and saw her dressed as a stripper — and recognizing her in the process. "Do you want to make her pay for those words," he offered, his voice burning hot.
"W-what do you have in mind?" she asked, afraid and excited at the same time.
"She's the one to claim that lap dances don't count as cheating, right. Why don't you make her prove her point?"
Hermione froze when she realized what Harry was asking. She had no intent of doing that. That would mean violating the sanctity of Fleur's marriage, which was a step too far!
However, before she could inform him that, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her inside. "Feel free to do or not do. Your call," he delivered cheerfully. Hermione wanted to slap him for the suggestion, but before she could say that, they were already in the living room.
"'Arry, long time no see," Fleur said as she hugged him.
"A pleasure as well, Fleur. Though, I wish I wasn't here for a mission," he said, winking as he looked at Hermione. Hermione felt frustrated, though for some reason, that frustration felt different than seeing Ron with Lavender. It was more playful.
"Good. Now, 'elp me convince her that lap dances are not cheating," Fleur said.
"I'll do my best, Fleur. But you know how stubborn she can be," Harry said as he winked at Hermione again. "I will need your full cooperation to even have a chance."
"I'll do my best, 'arry," Fleur said with a soft smile, missing the way Harry's smile widened as he caught Hermione's gaze. Another wink. Hermione couldn't help but growl in frustration. "Oh, we have our work cut out for us."
With that, the most frustrating hour of Hermione's life began, with Fleur doing her best to convince her that lap dances were normal, while Harry goaded Fleur to commit more and more. Hermione knew exactly what he was doing, he was trying to tempt her to challenge Fleur. It was a transparent ploy.
Despite it, it was working, and Hermione found herself considering it. No, she corrected herself a moment later. It wasn't working despite being transparent. It was working, because it was transparent.
If Harry hadn't openly suggested it, she would have never ever thought it, and if Harry tried to imply halfway, she might have reacted explosively. Yet, by putting that thought in her mind, he ensured that, whenever their combined argument started to get boring, Hermione ended up imagining that lap dance.
Angrily at first, but the more she imagined, the less anger she felt … replaced by something else. Something dark. Something very similar to what she had felt when she had been goading Ron to let Harry fuck her despite hiding her identity.
"Alright, prove it to me!" Hermione interrupted another long monologue from Fleur. Meanwhile, Harry just grinned wider, an expression Fleur missed.
"I … what do you mean?" Fleur replied, looking confused.
"I mean, you're very confident claiming that a lap dance is slightly more than a friendly hug, right?" Hermione said. "Definitely not cheating."
"Yes," Fleur said, but Hermione was happy to see the confusion, and a little fear in her tone.
"Well, then prove it. Give Harry a lap dance, just like one Lavender has given to Ron. Once you do it, I'll accept your words."
"Y-you can't be serious," Fleur stammered.
"Why, in your words, it's just a friendly lap dance?" Hermione pushed.
Harry chose that moment to open his mouth. Hermione expected him to support her point. "I think Fleur is right, Hermione. You can't expect her to do something like that. Just because a lap dance is harmless doesn't mean Fleur is comfortable giving one to anyone. Not everyone can handle such closeness."
Fleur looked at Harry, surprisingly angry. "I beg your pardon," she said, looking surprisingly angry. "Do you mind repeating it?"
Hermione also looked at him, surprised at the sudden reversal, but said nothing.
"Sorry about it. I think it came out wrong. I was just saying it's wrong for Hermione to emotionally blackmail you to something you can't handle —"
Fleur cut him off with a sudden blast of allure, and Hermione was familiar with Fleur enough to recognize it as a sign of her emotional control slipping. "I beg your pardon. I'm a Veela. I can very much handle a measly lap dance. I was just afraid you can't handle this," she said as she gestured to her body.
Only then, did Hermione realize what Harry was doing. He had just challenged Fleur's pride, which was Fleur's biggest weakness. And, it was even more effective after letting Fleur exhaust herself for a long time trying to defend Ron's stupid position.
Still, Hermione wasn't exactly worried despite Harry's genius move. While it would be fun to watch Fleur dance, she would stop sooner or later. So, she decided to push Fleur a bit more. "Of course, your clothing needs to change," Hermione said with a big smirk, raising her wand.
"Oh, bring your worst, virgin," Fleur said, which annoyed Hermione, so she decided to give Fleur a similar version of the dress she picked for her … maybe a slightly modest version. After all, while she wanted to punish Fleur, not to the point of actually humiliating her … or creating herself a rival.
However, just as she cast her spell, using her wand — it was too complicated to cast wandlessly — when Harry waved his wand, and suddenly, Hermione found the connection between her and the spell was one.
It still impacted Fleur, transfiguring her clothes, but the results were not what she wanted. Instead of the sexy dress Hermione wanted, Fleur ended up wearing a tiny plaid shirt that might as well be a belt, and underneath she had panties that were tight enough to look painted on her, and a loose top that was missing the midsection completely, revealing a lot of underboob, both pieces a seductive crimson. Worse, the shirt was loose enough that a wrong move would reveal even more.
Her socks grew, but considering they had turned into fishnets, connecting to her garter belt, it was hardly an improvement.
Hermione found herself gaping at Harry, wanting to get angry at him about the clothes … but she found herself unable to do so. The act of stealing control of her spell was incredible enough, but if that wasn't enough, he did so wandlessly, and changed the structure halfway. And, he did it for transfiguration, the most complex subset of traditional magic.
Instead of getting angry, she found herself getting aroused. She couldn't help it. She had just witnessed an act of magic that was supposed to be impossible, and not just because of the power requirements. The finesse it required was almost impossible to comprehend.
Lost in her fascination, Hermione lost the window of informing Fleur about the mishap. "So, it's the way you want to play," Fleur said angrily as she leaned forward, whispering to Hermione, thinking that she was responsible for it. "Let's see how well you'll handle the torture your crush would go through," she added.
Hermione flinched in shock, not expecting Fleur to catch that. She had thought she had long buried it. Well, until the last night, when Harry was the one to bury inside.
"Oh, yeah, I know that," Fleur said before turning back to Harry, owning her modified clothing perfectly as she radiated sexiness, about to give Harry what he had been angling for the last hour.
Hermione had to admit, he earned it.