Hermione woke up naked, wearing nothing but a smile, the smell of breakfast wafting down from the corridor. Her good mood was easy to explain. Not only she had been fucked twice, each with earth-shattering orgasms — with an incredible show of Fleur being fucked as an interlude — but also she was able to tease Fleur for almost an hour before she managed to sneak away to the guest room when Hermione needed to use the bathroom.

It had been fun.

The breakfast was harder to explain. While Fleur occasionally liked to prepare breakfast when she stayed over, she only did so when she was in a good mood. Hermione expected her to be more somber once the morning arrived and the realization of what she had done hit her.

But then, maybe she wasn't as conflicted. It wasn't like Hermione was in a position to judge her about it.

Hermione sighed as she stood up, took a quick shower, and put on a bathrobe, preparing to walk out … but before she could do so, she heard the alarmed gasp of Fleur.

Her first thought was intruders, but then she heard Fleur speak. "What are you doing here, 'Arry," she gasped, her accent flaring once more with her shock. Hermione sighed as she realized she didn't have an intruder, but just as she was about to go out, a naughty smile appeared on her face.

And, she started walking toward the

It was naughty for two reasons. First, she wanted to watch how Fleur interacted with Harry with her being there. Hermione was curious whether she would try to convince Harry to forget what happened, or try to punish him.

A side benefit was to give Harry a show with her bathrobe and see how far she could push him. Fleur's presence made it risky, which made it even more exciting.

She walked to her kitchen as quickly as she could manage, but made sure to walk loudly. As much as it was fun to ambush them, she was afraid that she would catch them in a compromising position. It would have ruined her fun.

She arrived to an uncomfortable silence. Well, uncomfortable for Fleur, who looked shy and angry at the same time. Hermione guessed that she had interrupted a very cross rant from Fleur. Though, cross and angry she might be, she was also very sexy. Fleur was wearing only a towel, and not a particularly big one. It barely covered her ass, and that was with the considerable cleavage it created.

Hermione wasn't surprised. Fleur always had a habit of dressing sexy even when lounging around. A tiny towel was to be expected.

"Morning," Hermione said cheerfully, acting perfectly normal.

"Hermione," Fleur hissed in frustration. "Why is Harry here, and why didn't I know?" Fleur asked.

"I promised Hermione that I'll prepare the breakfast," Harry replied quickly, which was true.

"When?" Fleur asked.

"When you were in the bedroom, changing into your beautiful costume," Harry said.

Hermione smirked. "Oh, yes. You were changing when I decided to go for a walk, right?" she said like it was something she could forget. "Too bad I didn't see that costume. What was it?"

Fleur's eyes widened as she looked at Harry, who just grinned.

"Don't change the subject. You should have told me. What if I was walking around —"

"In panties," Hermione interrupted. "Not exactly a huge problem, right? Not after last night?" As she teased Fleur, Harry said nothing, grinning badly as Fleur fumed.

Only when Fleur opened her mouth for an answer, Harry spoke. "She's right, Hermione. It's rude for us to not mention it. Just because she did you a favor doesn't mean she has to show off her body all the time."

Despite Harry's support, Fleur looked more frustrated. Admittedly, it might be about the fact that Harry was pulling a very interesting trick. Even as Fleur was in the room, wearing a very revealing towel, Harry was not looking at her with desire. Instead, he was looking at Hermione, even though her modest bathrobe that was tightly wrapped around her — at least for the moment — which hid more than most of the dresses.

And, not being an object of his desire clearly rankled Fleur. Hermione understood Fleur, as she had experienced something very similar with Ron — which had some very unexpected consequences — and the events of last night from Fleur's perspective made it even more difficult. It was difficult to accept being ignored after being fucked that hard.

Harry managed to be extremely annoying while he was faking being a perfect gentleman, not giving Fleur anything to argue.

Normally, frustration wasn't enough to drive Fleur to terrible decisions, but she was hardly in the mood for good decision-making, as she proved the night before when she decided she could get away with giving Harry a naked lap dance, or think just-the-tip was a reasonable step to take.

Apparently, she just needed one push to go back to that horrible decision territory. "Not necessarily, 'Arry. I'm not a stiff British. In France, we're more liberated about such pesky things as nudity," she said. "Caught in a towel is hardly the worst."

As she said that, she gestured at her towel. A gesture that deliberately drove close to her body, pulling the bottom up slightly to give a better view of her body, even flashing her pussy for a fleeting moment.

The frustration that followed was not as fleeting, as despite the glorious show, Harry's gaze didn't even flicker. He looked at Fleur's face while she was speaking, and the moment it finished, he turned back to Hermione.

Hermione decided to reward him for it. While Fleur glared at Harry, hoping to suddenly develop laser vision to burn Harry from the world, Hermione pulled her robe open, giving him a flash of her body before covering up.

Fleur might have missed the reason for it, but she didn't miss the smile Harry had as he looked at her. It didn't take long for her to turn back to Hermione, believing her to be responsible, and jealous. Her jealousy annoyed Hermione.

Yes, she was responsible for it, but not from Fleur's perspective. What Fleur was doing was to blame Hermione for Harry's actions, which was wrong. The fact that she was correct accidentally didn't matter.

Hermione decided to make her pay back. She just needed to decide how.

"You don't need to do anything you're uncomfortable with, Fleur," Harry said after a momentary silence. His words had the exact opposite impact of what they were supposed to, but it was clearly planned.

"So, you're saying that I can dress the way I'm comfortable with," Fleur said as she turned to Harry. "You won't judge me?"

"Of course not, Fleur," Harry said. "You can dress the way you are comfortable with when you're with me."

"Good," Fleur said, not losing a second before untying her towel and wrapping it around her waist, leaving her tits bare. "You're sure, right?"

"Whatever you wish, Fleur," Harry said. Hermione expected him to not look, but instead, he deliberately let his gaze be pinned there for a moment, his smile appreciative. "You won't find me complaining here."

Fleur smirked as she turned to her. "How about you, Hermione?"

Hermione shrugged. "Not a problem for me as well. Nothing you haven't displayed the last night in any case." Hermione wasn't sure that would have been enough for her reaction, but after watching the rest, dismissing a bit of partial nudity was certainly easy.

"How about you, Hermione?" Harry asked, teasing her.

Hermione opened her mouth, about to refuse, when Fleur interrupted, her tone more smug than kind. "Don't be rude, Harry. It's not her style."

Initially, Hermione didn't intend to reveal herself. It was much more fun to tease Fleur indirectly. But, when Fleur decided to act condescending, Hermione decided to flip the script. "I don't know …" she started as she sounded hesitant.

"I told you—" Fleur started, only to freeze when she noticed where Hermione's hand was.

"I hate doing things halfway," Hermione completed as she untied her bathrobe and let it fall down, displaying her body in all its glory. "This is better."

"You …" Fleur said as she looked at Hermione. "But you're en —" Fleur started before freezing. No doubt she was about to admonish her for being engaged before she realized just how absurd it would be considering she was married.

"Just because I'm English doesn't mean I can't be confident in my body," Hermione answered, deliberately misunderstanding her answer. "And, that's insulting."

"Oh, you certainly deserve to be confident. Fleur, don't feel like you have to match her just because you're feeling competitive," Harry commented, though even before he could finish, Fleur dropped her towel as well. He shrugged. "Whatever you wish," he commented like it was a great loss.

"It's nothing. I have nothing to be ashamed of. It's just skin," Fleur said, trying to sound like it was a casual nudist attitude rather than trying to seduce Harry due to jealousy. Her pose didn't agree with her words as she put her hands on the kitchen island and leaned forward. Nor did her allure, subtly fill the room as she tried to cheat.

Hermione didn't need to punish her for it, because Harry did, once again paying more attention to her than Fleur. Hermione knew that he was playing with Fleur, but still, she couldn't help but be proud. If there was one woman who could cause body image issues just by walking near one, it was Fleur. And, even for a deliberate attempt, it felt good to be one to get more attention than Fleur while both of them were naked.

Especially since it was Harry's attention.

He deserved a reward. Hermione took a deep breath, making a show of enjoying the smell of breakfast — which Harry continued to cook even as they gave him a peep show — which gave him an excuse to ogle her naked tits with even more passion. "It smells amazing, Harry. You're an excellent cook."

Fleur copied her trick immediately. "It smells nice, even if it's a bit heavier for my tastes," she said. Hermione found that an interesting choice to get his attention. Was that supposed to be some kind of negging?

"Anything special you want? I can add."

"Nonsense. They still smell delicious. I just need to eat a bit less to make sure I don't overeat. It's not easy to maintain this body," she said, using it as an excuse to sensually caress her body.

Harry shrugged, his eyes still on her in order not to give Fleur the satisfaction she craved, a fact that filled her with pride. Even she was tempted by Fleur as she whispered erotically. "It's a choice. I prefer to practice after a nice breakfast. The same thing, but more decadent."

"Hmm, I might try it, but only if you promise to help me exercise," Fleur offered.

"Sure," Harry said.

"Good," she said as she walked toward him. Harry looked at her questioningly. "Since you're going to help me burn it off, maybe I could cook a few veela specials. I promise, you won't forget the taste of a properly prepared veela."

It was clearly a veiled challenge, with innuendo clear in her tone, while her eyes shone with challenge. Fleur was claiming that she had ended up losing herself the last night only because Harry somehow ambushed him.

Hermione could have stayed, but that would mean injecting herself into the competition. "Do you need help from me? Because I'm not in the mood to cook. I much prefer to lie down for a few more minutes."

"Go ahead. We got this," Fleur said, happy with her retreat. Behind her, Harry winked.

Hermione had a huge smile on her face as she walked away … only to rush back to her bedroom to pick up her invisibility cloak.

She had a show to watch!