Despite knowing how it would end, Hermione couldn't help but watch Fleur with fascination as her breasts rose and fell in deep breaths. She gulped as Fleur's nipples pressed against her top, showing just how aroused Fleur was. However, considering she was being teased at her core earlier, not a big surprise either way.

While Fleur's body swayed, her eyes closed to process the moment. Harry caught her gaze and winked, as if proving a point. Maybe he was, but Hermione had trouble thinking about what that point was as his hands settled on Fleur's naked waist, leading her actions.

"Let me show you how 'armless a lap dance could be," Fleur chuckled even as she turned toward Hermione, her ass once again landing on Harry's crotch. This time, however, her hips didn't move gently. She sat solidly before her hips started moving back and forth fast enough to turn her tiny skirt even more useless.

She watched as her ass rub against his bulge again and again, hypnotized. It took a while for her to raise her gaze and catch Harry's grin. He winked at her again as his hands moved lower, slipping under Fleur's skirt to cup her ass. Not that her skirt was hard to bypass, and her tiny panties did nothing to reduce Harry's touch.

Hermione was sure that, normally, Fleur would never allow anyone but her husband to touch her like this. Yet, after Hermione goaded her, her reaction to Harry's molestations was to smirk at her victoriously, like she was pulling some kind of victory. Hermione was sure that Fleur was reading her shock wrongly.

Hermione wondered if her challenge was the only thing that was driving Fleur. But, mesmerized by her erotic dance — though calling it a dance was a touch generous — she didn't bother pushing for an answer.

"You're an excellent dancer, Fleur," Harry said even as his hands tightened on her ass.

"Yes, I can feel your … appreciation," Fleur replied mockingly even as her hands ran up her hips, moving high until they raised her skirt, showing Harry's aggression toward Hermione, including the pink marks on her sides.

Hermione blushed as she remembered the same fingers slapping her tits mercilessly. "Don't tell me you can't handle seeing a proper lap dance," Fleur mocked her, misunderstanding the source of her blush. "No wonder you overreacted to a little lap dance."

It was not Fleur's usual attitude, but considering she was whoring herself in a misguided attempt to save Hermione's upcoming marriage, Hermione was nice enough to forgive her. She just wasn't nice enough to warn her about Harry's intentions after her challenge.

Hermione said nothing as Fleur spread her legs apart and then leaned back, arching her body until she was arched backward, her head resting on Harry's shoulder while her chest thrust upward. Her loose crop top wasn't designed to hide her tits from that angle, giving Hermione a view of her tits. Admittedly, it wasn't the first time Hermione saw them. Fleur was not exactly body-conscious, and as long-time friends, there had been times she had stumbled on her topless.

Yet, none of those times were when Fleur was burning with arousal as she rocked her hips, her tits dangling as well.

Fleur's eyes closed once more as Harry started kissing her neck, using the angle to his benefit. Hermione raised her hand even as jealousy burned her. She was the one who was moaning under his kiss before, yet she was watching Fleur do the same. She should cast a stunner on Fleur before talking with Harry about boundaries … even though she had no idea under what identity she would have that discussion, or what those boundaries would be.

In the end, it was moot, because rather than stunning Fleur like she should, she just vanished her top. Fleur's eyes popped open, catching her gaze. "You were supposed to replicate Lavender's dance. Her tits were out." Then, Hermione smirked. "And, don't you think it's unfair for Harry to hide them from him while showing them to me. He's the one that's getting the dance."

Fleur paused, surprised by her action. For a moment, Hermione thought that she would call it off, but that only lasted for a moment before her eyes were alight with stubborn determination. "You're right. It's unfair," she said as she grabbed one of Harry's wrists, and brought his hand to her tits. "Much better," she said as she closed her eyes once again.

She kept them closed as Harry continued to kiss her neck, this time while squeezing her tits aggressively. Nothing changed when his other hand shifted a bit, so he wasn't mauling her ass but caressing her wetness directly. Even when his lips moved lower as he stretched his neck, directly licking her tits.

This time, Hermione wasn't wondering if things would go out of control. Things were already out of control. Hermione just gulped as she watched the show, shocked at just how easily Harry was controlling Fleur, until she bared her chest to his hungry lips.

Hermione lost the show downstairs when Fleur's hands finally rose, letting her skirt fall down, hiding Harry's fingers. But, that didn't mean the show degraded, as Fleur started stroking her breasts. Harry pulled his hand away, and to Hermione's surprise, chose to grab her hair, pulling and massaging in alternating orders.

Not exactly a loss as Fleur grabbed her nipples tightly held between her thumb and forefinger, teasing herself aggressively. Soon, her moans started to gain a desperate quality, one that Hermione was familiar with from her own experience. She couldn't help but wonder just how sensitive was her breasts for her pleasure to spike that much.

Of course, all the while, she was rubbing her ass up and down his crotch as if she was fucking Harry slowly, but that was the same thing she had been doing for a while, and didn't explain the sudden spike of pleasure Fleur was experiencing as she moaned desperately. Hermione watched in amazement as Fleur pinched her own nipples again and again, giving desperate moans in the process.

It took a while for Hermione to realize she was wrong, and only because Harry clued her. Distracted by her pleasure, Fleur didn't pay attention when Harry moved his hand down for a moment, finally slipping under her skirt.

Three of his fingers were glistening…

Hermione's eyes widened as she realized just how badly she had misread the situation. Harry wasn't rubbing Fleur under her skirt, but fingering her, quite aggressively if her reactions were any indicator.

His fingers didn't stay out for long, and after a momentary smirk, he slipped back. Fleur's moans intensified as she mauled her own tits. Her hips rocked desperately as she tried to find a release.

Hermione gripped the cushion of her seat desperately, shocked that things had escalated to this degree. For some reason, she had thought that things would stay as a lap dance … even with several things violating the spirit of the concept.

Yet, penetration, even with his fingers, was not a lap dance, even with the loosest description of the word. Yet, Fleur said nothing, utterly confident that her little trick was not discovered. Hermione would have called it arrogant … but then, she wouldn't have noticed it if Harry didn't show his fingers, so it wasn't particularly wrong.

So, Hermione said nothing as Fleur undulated her hips desperately while Harry's lips had free reign on her tits. All the while, she never stopped squeezing her tits, even as her breath got wilder and wilder.

One of his hands occupied, Harry put the free one to good use, exploring Fleur's body aggressively, moving between her hair, her ass, and her tits. Soon, it turned impossible for Fleur to resist, and she climaxed.

The first sign of her climax was her allure, filling the room far stronger than Hermione ever felt, putting her in a daze. Though, she didn't know how much of it was about the allure, and how much of it was the sight of Fleur's juices, ruining Harry's lap as she trembled desperately.

She would have moaned as well, but Harry chose that moment to bring his stained hand to her face and jammed the same fingers that were inside her into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. Fleur treated them like ice cream, sucking and licking even as they muffled her moans.

Hermione had to admit. The show made a point. Not the one Fleur was supposed to make, but it hardly mattered at this point.

"Well, that was a fun show, wasn't it," Fleur muttered a minute later as she looked at Hermione, looking dazed. "Certainly harmless, right?" she added hesitantly.

Hermione had many things to say, but when she opened her mouth, no voice came out. She looked confused. Then, she realized. She had been silenced. And, she hadn't had to think particularly hard to discover who was responsible.

"I think she's affected by your allure," Harry said even as he squeezed Fleur's tits once more. "I don't think she'll remember the last minute more than a haze. Why don't you go upstairs and change to something tamer while she recovers, and we can all talk about this like adults, and get our stories straight."

Fleur paused a moment before panic invaded her face. "Bill can't know this," she gasped.

"Don't worry about it," he said even as he squeezed her ass again like he owned her. "Go and change, and we can talk. I'm sure Hermione's wardrobe has a lot of modest stuff."

Someone ordering Fleur around should have made her explode in anger, but under Harry's touch, she just giggled as she stood up. "Oh, that's a given," she giggled as she threw a teasing glance at Hermione, not waiting for a reply as she walked away.

Hermione had to admit, Fleur looked spectacular even when she wasn't able to walk straight, particularly when half-naked, and wearing a skirt fit for a streetwalker. As she watched her, Hermione raised her hand and dispelled her silencing charm.

However, the moment Fleur closed the door to Hermione's bedroom, Harry stood up, shedding his pants with a shocking speed. Before Hermione could react, not only he was in front of her, but also he vanished her clothes.

"Now, open your mouth, pretty. It's time to pay me for my services."