"H-Harry, what are you doing there?" Fleur gasped in shock as she rose to her tiptoes, as if it would allow her to escape his cock pressing against her backdoor entrance.
"Making sure I'm acting according to your rules, of course," he said.
"How, you said no f —" she started before she froze. Arrogant and overconfident she might be, Fleur was neither forgetful nor stupid. She clearly remembered his promise, and exactly what was left out.
"Exactly, "he said smugly as he stood behind her, his erection pushing against her ass, prepared to perfection by his earlier spell. He didn't push a lot, not even putting the entirety of his crown. It was a gentle probe … literally.
Hermione watched in fascination as Fleur's expression danced with fear, shock, and desire. At that moment, Hermione was sure that Fleur had never done anal because her attitude was almost a copy of Hermione's when she had lost her virginity … two days ago. Somehow, it felt like more time had passed.
She barely held back a chuckle as she watched, not wanting to spook Fleur. She was already at the edge.
Harry said nothing for a moment, his hands still on her tits, playing with her nipples. "We can stop if you want," he offered.
"Yes—" Fleur started, but Harry interrupted her … with a slap on her ass.
"Let me finish," he said with an authoritative tone. Anyone else trying to speak Fleur in that tone, even her husband, would have ended up hexed … or burned, if she was having a particularly bad day. Yet, Harry only earned a shocked yelp and silence. "We can stop, but if we stop, we stop. You even go back and put on a dress."
"Forever?" Fleur asked, her tone showing just how scary she found that idea. And, she was supposed to be married. How entertaining.
"Of course not. Just for the day," he said. Fleur seemed like she was ready to accept. "Of course, you have to stay and watch me flirt with Hermione as long as the breakfast lasts, but it's nothing you can't handle, right?"
Fleur fell silent, treating his ultimatum like he threatened her to choose between death and treason, rather than staying horny for a mere day. He didn't push her for an answer.
Instead, he pushed her other ways. His fingers stayed on her breasts, treating them hard enough to count as mauling. His lips landed on her neck, kissing and biting. He treated her much rougher than Hermione expected, but it was clearly working.
Soon, however, the grace period Harry had given her seemed to end. Not only did he treat her body harshly, but his hips started to push forward, slipping inside her. He was glacially slow, but still.
"Harry! I didn't make a decision yet!" Fleur gasped.
"Don't worry, it's just the tip," Harry answered, using the exact same excuse he did the last night. Fleur seemed to miss the humor in that, but it earned a snort from her.
"What was that," Fleur asked as she looked toward her, but was unable to see anything. Harry looked at Hermione sharply, enough to make her flinch. 'Punishment, later,' he mouthed. Hermione shivered with anticipation.
"What was what?" Harry answered even as he pulled back, preparing to push deeper once again.
"I think I heard—" Fleur started, her words dying as Harry pushed forward again. The mixture of pain and pleasure was enough to make her forget about Hermione's slip. "Hey, that's too much."
"Alright, I'll limit myself just to tip," Harry said.
"You better," Fleur said, somehow smug as she acted like she had won a real concession rather than allowing Harry to fuck her ass. Yes, he said just to the tip, but Fleur should know how that would end.
He pushed back and forth, not overdoing the limit they agreed, but the faster he moved, the more Fleur moaned. When Fleur refused to answer, he grabbed her hair forcing her body to bend as she pushed her ass out reflexively, giving him an even better angle.
"Maybe I should let you go?" he whispered.
"No!" she gasped, her voice tense with a desperate arousal.
"Do you want me to fuck your ass, then?" he asked as he started moving faster and faster, yet still not passing the limit Fleur set. Her silence was perfect to convey her conflict. "Come on, give me an answer, or I stop. You can spend the rest of the day as I try to convince Hermione to take your place," he threatened.
That earned a snort from Fleur despite everything. "Yeah, like miss virgin would just skip to anal," Fleur mocked.
"You never know. Nerds can be surprisingly kinky," Harry said.
"Not Hermione," Fleur answered.
"How about a bet, then? Since her engagement is off, she's a valid target," Harry said. Hermione held back a snort as he acted like her engagement had been a problem in the first place. "If I fuck her ass in a week, and bring you the proof, I win. Otherwise, you win."
"Deal," Fleur said, too smug for a girl that was about to get fucked in the ass, both figuratively, and literally. "If I win, you follow all my orders for a day. The same goes for you."
"Deal," Harry said.
Fleur chuckled. "You should prepare yourself. She had already signaled that she was about to get back with Ron. I'm going to have fun ordering you around." Only then, Hermione understood why Fleur did so. When she faked returning to tease Fleur while she was naked, she said a lot of nonsense to prevent her from going back to her room, and it looked like she had unintentionally convinced Fleur that she was about to go back to Ron.
"You play dirty," he said, aware that just unlikely was the idea of her going back to Ron … or how useless it would be even if she decided to do that.
After all, it didn't exactly dissuade him before.
"Maybe I should go and see her before they get together, then," Harry said. "That way, I'll have a better chance—" he continued, only to be interrupted by a grunt when Fleur pushed her hips toward his, finally bypassing him. She moaned in pain as well. "I'm taking that as you making your decision," he said.
"Yes," Fleur said, which was all she was able to say for a while as he shifted his hands down, his hands tightening around her hips. He started moving, each push bringing him deeper into Fleur's ass, who moaned and cried in equal measure. It was clearly painful, but it wasn't without pleasure as well.
"I can't believe you're taking my anal virginity," Fleur commented.
"Well, you have been married for what, six years? Since your husband didn't do it, someone has to." That comment put an angry expression on Fleur's face, but Harry caught it even faster than Hermione, and chose to extinguish it with a few spanks to her ass between pushes.
Fleur continued moaning, her anger forgotten.
Hermione managed not to play with herself, but only because she was anticipating a long day of fun, and she wanted to enjoy it properly. It wouldn't do to fall exhausted halfway.
Though, that got even harder when Harry pushed Fleur down the counter, her tits smashing against the work surface as he invaded her ass again and again. Hermione wished that she could pull off the cloak and reveal herself. Too bad it would ruin the fun atmosphere that Harry established.
Not to mention, Hermione could see some benefits to keeping Fleur unaware of her own development a little more. She was feeling vindictive about her mocking.
So, instead of revealing herself, Hermione took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, watching as Harry fucked Fleur's ass again and again, watching them go. "Feel free to moan as loud as you want, I silenced the room," Harry said as he cast a spell.
A useless gesture, considering he was aware of Hermione's presence, but it made Fleur relax, which was enough.
"Good. Then, give it to me, Potter! Fuck my married ass as hard as you can!" Fleur moaned as she grabbed the kitchen counter hard enough to turn her fingers white. Harry did just that, and picked up even more speed.
Soon, Harry was invading her ass mercilessly. Hermione wished to repeat it … but then, she remembered just how easily Fleur was able to take Harry to her pussy without blinking, while she struggled hard to even adapt to his girth. Her veela heritage was allowing her to cheat once again.
Harry didn't seem to care particularly much about the fact Fleur adapted his presence by cheating through magic and just compensated for it by getting faster and faster. Soon, he was drilling her ass hard enough to echo in the room.
"Can you imagine Hermione walking in?" he asked with playful smugness suddenly.
Fleur's eyes widened, but the idea must have worked for her because her moans got even louder. "Is the door not locked —" Fleur said as she looked toward the door, and gasped in shock. It was understandable, as the door was not even closed, let alone locked. "C-close it, please."
"Well, I can, if you're afraid of Hermione," Harry said.
"No, keep it open," Fleur said, changing her mind in an instant, once again proving just how easily she could be manipulated through her pride. Hermione decided to be a good student in that as well and took notes, some plans already in mind.
But, those were for later. For now, Hermione was more than happy watching Fleur moan deeply at the idea of getting caught, unaware it was already too late. Watching Fleur somehow turned even more erotic as she moved faster and faster, spurred by the idea of getting caught.
They stopped using words once more. Harry focused on giving Fleur what she needed, his hips working overtime as his cock drove into her tight ass, while her pussy continued to drip. He started grunting as well, showing he wasn't too far from climaxing.
Not that Hermione blamed him. Fleur was spectacular, and the idea of taking her anal virginity was even more impressive…
Hermione just watched as Harry continued to ram her, hard enough that her poor kitchen island started squeaking like it was about to shatter.
"I'm cumming!" Fleur shouted desperately before she started shivering. Harry groaned as well, marking his own explosion.
Hermione decided to leave at that moment. Not because she suddenly had a renewed respect for their privacy, but because she was barely holding herself back from joining in. And, she couldn't do that.
It was too early for it…
The last thing she heard was Harry teasing Fleur. "At least this time you managed to stay conscious…"