Determined to hide the fact that she had been enjoying the show immensely — much to her shame — Hermione needed to hide her arousal. Just as he reached, she grabbed and pulled a pillow to her lap, enough to hide her wetness and her wet fingers together. Not the best solution, but a quick one.
"So, that was fun," Harry said even as the feeling of being cloaked disappeared.
"F-fun. Do you think that was fun for me?" Hermione whispered furiously, trying to act the opposite of the way she actually felt. She just couldn't admit the truth. She wished shouting was an option, as it would have driven the message even more.
Too bad she was afraid of waking up Fleur.
"Well, yes," Harry replied with a knowing smile that suggested he knew exactly how much she enjoyed it.
Still, Hermione decided to try her luck in case he was bluffing. It wasn't like it could be any more humiliating. "Of course not. How could you think that?"
"Well, there's your blush," he said.
"That's just anger," she said, but it didn't help her blush any. She tried to keep eye contact, but it was difficult when she was lying.
"How about your disheveled hair?"
"That was the cloak —" Hermione started, then froze, realizing one detail she had missed in her excitement. "No, it wasn't," she corrected herself. "I felt your cloak of invisibility around me, but there was no weight. How's that possible?"
"A good question, but one with a longer answer than I could tell coherently with two sexy ladies naked in front of me. I will tell you tomorrow."
"Alright," Hermione said with a smile, excited about the mysteries. After all, Harry's cloak was a legendary artifact, and she was curious. Then, she frowned again, remembering she was supposed to be angry. "But, that doesn't prove anything. You messed my hair when you were…"
He chuckled as her voice faded. "Fucking you," he completed. She avoided his gaze once more. "Don't tell me you're struggling to say it."
"Shut up, and don't change the topic. I'm still angry," Hermione said, ironically changing the topic. "And, I didn't enjoy it. You have no evidence."
Harry gave another smug smile, one that she had never seen on his face when they were at Hogwarts, but seemed to get particularly common for her recently. "Does watching you play with yourself while I was fucking Fleur count."
Hermione froze. "You're bluffing," she gasped.
He said nothing as he tapped her chin, and the same sensation of invisibility appeared around her. She showed two fingers. "Two," he said. Several more gestures. "Five, three, four, six…" he continued. Shocked, Hermione made a gesture she wouldn't have normally made. "That's just rude," he said as he tapped her face again, and the sensation was gone.
"But … invisibility … a trick, don't tell me that Fleur saw me!" she gasped.
"No, she didn't," Harry said. "The cloak still works. It just doesn't work against me. After all, I own it. It would be a betrayal if it worked against me." As he said that, his attitude changed, turning dark and domineering. Hermione shivered, intimidated, yet somehow even more aroused.
"I … I see. You're going to tell me about it as well!" she said, her tone sharp. She might have been following his lead even as he broke a lot of her boundaries, but she would not be denied when it came to learning the secrets of magic!
"Tomorrow," he said. "Assuming, of course, I'm in a good mood."
"Sure, let's move to the bedroom," Hermione said, more than happy to keep his mood good. After all, it was hardly a sacrifice from her side with her loins burning with desire.
"Nonsense," he said as he grabbed her hair, and pulled her down. "Why bother moving, when we have a perfectly good sofa here."
"But, Fleur could wake up any second!" Hermione whispered.
"Think of it as an incentive to work hard," Harry replied.
She didn't know how to answer that. A part of her wanted to reject it, but a bigger part of her was just excited at the idea. Luckily, she didn't actually need to say anything. Or, more accurately, she could not. Not with his cock filling her mouth once more.
Rather than trying to change that situation, she just let him push her down until he was once again pushing against her lips. Only when the unfamiliar taste hit her lips, she remembered his cock had been inside Fleur moments ago. She thought about arguing … but then remembered Fleur experiencing the same. One way or another, it was a fair turnabout.
So, she let herself be treated as a toy, her head bobbing up and down, his hips thrusting up repeatedly to push deeper. It started harder than she expected, but considering they were under a tight timeline until Fleur woke up.
However, the idea didn't exactly fill her heart with fear like when she was afraid of Fleur bursting out from her bedroom. That time, the idea of being caught fucking Harry would have brought a lot of uncomfortable questions about cheating on her fiancee.
Even as she bobbed Harry's cock, she managed to smirk at Fleur's sleeping figure, Harry's cum still leaking out.
Hermione doubted that Fleur could make too much of a scene even if they were caught.
However, even as she enjoyed the reversal, Hermione found herself wondering another important question. Why seeing a freshly-fucked Fleur excited her so much. She wasn't able to make too much progress, not when Harry moved his hands to her tits, squeezing and pinching as she moaned around his dick.
It was a good way to make sure she wasn't distracted by unnecessary thoughts. She bobbed her head up and down, doing her best to make him cum, but knowing he was still far away.
She didn't know how much time had passed as she lost herself in the moment, but from the ache of her jaw, she thought it was a while. Yet, she obediently offered her throat and got pleasure in return.
A good trade.
Lost in the moment, she was dazed as he suddenly pulled her up. He smirked. "As much as I love your throat, you need to finish me properly," he said even as he displayed his glistening cock. She was about to lay on her back, but he stopped. "No, this time, you're going to work hard," he said as he patted his lap. "Sit."
She blushed at his sharp tone, but still obeyed. She stood up, just spending a moment to pose just like Fleur had been doing earlier. She was happy to see the appreciation on his face. Then, she positioned herself on his lap, and sank down.
His presence filled her again, yet somehow, this time it felt different. Maybe it was the angle, or maybe it was the fact she was leading the pace, making it even more like cheating.
At this point, she was honest enough to admit that she loved it.
She moved up and down, each move pushing him deeper. She tried to copy Fleur's actions, but Hermione had to admit, she was having trouble taking her so deep. Too bad she failed until Harry started helping. His hands landed on her ass, once again using the leverage to push himself deeper.
"I thought — I was going to lead," she gasped.
"You'll get better soon, don't worry," he said. Then, he leaned forward to bite her breasts. Each time his teeth touched her tits, she tightened more, enjoying the semi-permanent mark of his affection as much as his cock.
He only stopped when Hermione lost her power to stand upright. She found herself leaning against his chest, her tits pressing against his chest. That meant she was once again relying on Harry to move. Luckily, he seemed to have no problem making her jump up and down like a toy, his cock scraping her insides.
"Damn, Hermione. I still can't believe just how good your pussy feels," he said even as he continued to invade her.
She might have answered, but she was too busy moaning dazedly as her pleasure built up once again. Her tits slid against his chest while she could only hold onto his shoulders desperately. It might not be her first time anymore, but that didn't make the pure, unadulterated fucking he delivered any less overwhelming.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," she moaned as he thrust into her repeatedly. "Just fuck me harder." That was the thing she was able to say for a long time, her words replaced by grunts as Harry slammed into her harder and harder.
She started shuddering helplessly, her eyes closing. "Open your eyes. I want to look at you as I cum," he ordered.
She opened her eyes, once again losing herself in their emerald depths even as his cock started twitching inside her, each twitch filling her core with his warmth. She would have loved to say she felt guilty, but this time, she just abandoned herself to pleasure.
She let her body slack, but she managed to stay conscious this time as she managed to slide to the side, and collapsed against her couch. "Impressive, you managed to stay conscious this time," he said as he caressed her cheek.
"You know me. I always make a point of learning and getting better," she said while she displayed her naked and used body. She still failed to maintain eye contact as she said it, but it was an improvement.
"Very good," he said as he waved his hand, and a new set of clothing appeared around him. Conjuration, Hermione recognized. Another sign of his ridiculously increased magical abilities. "And, may I trust you to take care of Fleur?"
Hermione was about to reject, it when she realized some of the incredible revenge opportunities it presented to her, and decided that it was acceptable. "Sure," she said. "But only if we have that talk after breakfast."
"Deal. I'll make sure to cook a beautiful breakfast for you. And, if you can impress me with the way you're dressed, I'll even throw in a bonus," he said.
"What bonus —" Hermione asked excitedly, which was all she was able to say before he disappeared with a crack. Hermione frowned … then her eyes widened as the sound woke Fleur up. Hermione was barely able to throw herself behind the couch as Fleur stirred.
Fleur woke up a moment later. Hermione might lack Harry's ability to achieve true invisibility, but she could still cast a concealment charm. It merely camouflaged her, but it was enough. After all, Fleur was too distracted to notice as she called for Harry.
"Bastard, I can't believe he just left after cumming in me," Fleur muttered as she struggled to stand up, looking like she didn't even realize she had fallen unconscious for more than a second. Then, she looked around. "At least Hermione didn't come back yet. I don't think I can explain it to her," she added, speaking to herself even as she collapsed to the opposite seat.
Hermione decided that it was deserved. She quickly sneaked back to her bedroom, quickly putting on a dress and a few spells to clean herself before she apparated back to the corridor. "Hey, Fleur, Harry," Hermione called as she walked in, only to find Fleur with a blanket wrapped around her.
It was probably the only thing she was able to think. "Did Harry leave," Hermione asked as she looked at Fleur.
"Yes, he did," Fleur said. "And, I think I'll go as well."
"Nonsense," Hermione said as she waved her wand and summoned the open wine bottle and an extra glass for herself. "We have a lot to talk about. I need to tell you what I'm thinking after I left."
As she said so, Fleur shuffled in discomfort, naked under her blanket. Hermione smirked. She had no intention of actually talking about something important. She knew that she had a captive audience with Fleur was still leaking Harry's cum.
It was the perfect opportunity to torture Fleur for hours…
Hermione usually didn't like practical jokes, but this one felt very appropriate. Exactly what Fleur deserved after treating her like an idiot while giving that lap dance.