It took merely five minutes for Hermione to go back to the kitchen Most of it was spent digging out her invisibility cloak, as it was pretty much untouched since the last of the Death Eaters had been caught and she stopped fearing an ambush.
Still, she wasn't concerned when she had been searching. It was just five minutes. She wouldn't miss the show.
It proved to be wrong, as not only Harry was already naked when she returned, but also trapping Fleur against the kitchen island, his cock between her legs. "Sorry, I was just trying to reach the salt," he said as he pulled back.
"Don't worry, accidents happen when working close," Fleur said vindictively as she went to the fridge, and pulled out some strawberries. However, even as she had that in hand, she paused, getting a look at his body, including some faded scars, like she was seeing them for the first time.
Though, to her defense, she was distracted by other important stuff the last night, so it counted as that. However, Hermione could see that those scars only boosted her arousal.
Not that Hermione blamed her. Those scars did a good job reminding her that Harry wasn't just a sexy hunk with nothing redeeming other than a big cock, but an actual hero that actively saved lives by dealing with the worst threats born of magic.
With the power to do so singlehandedly.
Looking back, Hermione could see that the only thing that prevented him from treating Hogwarts as his personal harem was his lack of confidence, and afraid of even asking for a date. And, now that his confidence was no longer a problem — very clearly — he was making a difference.
Hermione wondered whether he actually intended to do something with her, or if it was the opportunity with her costume that made him act. But, it was just an idle curiosity. It wouldn't change anything … not when she was watching him flirt with Fleur while they cooked naked breakfast.
Harry didn't keep himself from touching her while she diced the strawberries, not neglecting to eat a few of them, turning it into an erotic show as she sucked and licked. But, Harry didn't make any move, which made Fleur look annoyed.
She chose to pull an easy trick, and opened the cabinet with the extra cups. Hermione kept them there because they weren't needed. Fleur's objective was obvious. She rose to her tiptoes as she displayed her ass to perfection.
"Do you need help?" Harry asked, but closed in without waiting for a reply and grabbed her ass to lift her off.
"Thanks —" she said as she grabbed three cups, only to gasp in shock when she was lowered, because Harry shifted his hips, sliding in halfway. The cups fell off her hands, but Harry caught them with magic, this time not even making a gesture, which was even harder.
Especially when he was busy starting to fuck a veela.
"Harry —" Fleur tried to say, only to gasp as he slid inside her halfway without a warning. Her loud grunt was more than understandable. Hermione was impressed that she only limited herself to that. She doubted she could achieve the same without a lot of foreplay. Her veela heritage was showing its advantage.
Hermione decided to do some research. She hadn't been planning to end up in a life of debauchery, but now that she was doing it, she needed to be the best at it, like everything else she had done in her life.
"Careful, you don't want Hermione to hear our … challenge, right?"
"Of course not," she answered. "I can't handle a lecture right now. But, it doesn't mean I want to be fucked." However, while she said that, her allure disagreed. One benefit of spending most of her free time with Fleur, Hermione can distinguish her allure. There was a subtle difference between her unintentional slips, and focused targeting.
Right now, she was using the focused version as intensely as she could manage, just like the last night.
Harry seemed to catch the distinction as well. "Really, wasn't that an invitation?"
"No, of course not," Fleur replied. "I was just trying to —" she said while Harry pulled out, relaxing, only to moan once again when Harry slammed inside, invading her even more.
"Sorry about it, then, my mistake," Harry said with a chuckle and pulled out. "In that case, I'll leave your pussy untouched for the rest of the day unless you explicitly ask for it."
Fleur smirked at that, only for it to switch to shock when Harry actually walked away and returned his cooking. "Really?" she asked, shocked that he stopped. Hermione had to admit, he was manipulating Fleur with ease. All those years, Hermione never saw anyone playing with Fleur that easily.
But then, maybe it was the attitude. All those years, a lot of men tried to flirt with Fleur, but they did so very submissively. And, whenever Fleur wanted to make a fool of them, the allure was there to help her.
She seemed to be struggling with how to handle without her allure ensuring the men in question bend over backward to make her happy.
Harry clearly preferred Fleur to be the party to bend over. And, for some reason, that fact was driving Hermione crazy with desire. Watching Harry dominate and manipulate Fleur with such ease was incredible driving her as crazy as watching him dominate her physically.
Well, almost.
"You're saying that you're not going you put in me unless I ask you explicitly," Fleur repeated, dazed.
"I said what I said," he said, smirking. Fleur just scowled, while Hermione's eyes widened as she realized something. There was a big difference between what Harry said and what Fleur repeated. Admittedly, Hermione would have missed that as well, if he hadn't used a lot of technicalities to get Ron's permission to fuck her while simultaneously goading her.
Hermione just watched, her breathing getting quicker.
"We'll see," Fleur muttered, not bothering to keep it down. Whether she thought Harry wouldn't hear, or intentionally spoke to challenge him, Hermione didn't know, or particularly care.
Knowing that it would go differently than Fleur expected was enough. Just like that, Hermione understood why Harry had spent all that time playing with Ron despite the fact that he could have taken her earlier.
It was fun.
Fleur went back to helping him to cook, but this time, she was doing even less cooking. She cast a couple quick spells to handle the work. Instead, she opened the fridge once more and bent over. With the light of the fridge around her like a halo, she looked even sexier as she showed off her perfect ass.
Hermione would have felt jealous if she didn't know exactly the kind of disaster Fleur was inviting by that display, but instead, she just wanted to treat it as a class. She would learn something new so that she could do it herself later.
"Any preference for crepes," Fleur said. "I have whipped cream, honey, peanut butter, and chocolate sauce."
"I don't know. I'm a bit picky when it comes to toppings. I can't decide without tasting."
Harry's tone was too cold and disinterested it to be not to be another trap. Just as Hermione expected, Fleur's eyes widened as she brought all the toppings, and put them next to Harry. However, when Harry reached for the peanut butter, she pulled it away. "No, it won't taste right alone. It's a topping, after all."
"Well, the crepes are not ready, and I didn't buy any fresh bread when I was coming. So, unless we wait, I don't know what to do."
"We just need to be creative," Fleur said as she grabbed the whipped cream can, and covered her nipple. "How about this? Good enough as a base, right?"
Harry smiled slightly, not even bothering to act surprised, a fact Fleur missed in her smugness. "Just to be clear, you don't want me to…" he said, deliberately letting it linger.
"Of course not, I'm a married woman," Fleur replied, which was an absurd statement under the circumstances even discounting everything that happened the night before, but Fleur seemed to happy playing that card regardless. "This is just friendly help."
"Like an innocent, naked lap dance," he answered.
Fleur blushed, but it wasn't enough to make her retreat. "Exactly," she said.
"Good, as long as you're comfortable with your boundaries," Harry mocked her. Fleur frowned, but she wasn't able to say anything when Harry leaned and captured her nipple, slowly licking and sucking, staying there even after no hint of whipped cream remained. "Delicious," he said when he pulled back.
"Good. Let's try chocolate now," she said, this time spreading a much more generous amount to her breasts. While she did so, Harry dipped his finger into peanut butter but kept it concealed.
This time, Harry needed to explore a greater breadth of her breast to finish cleaning her off, not that he seemed to have any problem. He licked and kissed her breast again and again, which clearly drove Fleur crazy. She responded by wrapping her fingers around his cock, subtly pumping.
Yet, even as she moaned and gasped, she looked smug, as Harry's cock was throbbing with excitement. Her next plan was clearly to have a taste, but Harry surprised her by putting some peanut butter on her shoulder.
"Really, shoulder?" Fleur scoffed.
"When tasting food, it's important to prevent cross-contamination," he answered. However, Fleur looked at him, confused, clearly not understanding what Harry was planning. Hermione did, so when he grabbed her waist, only to force her to turn her back and trap her between his body and the kitchen island, she was able to enjoy Fleur's shock properly.
"H-harry?" she whimpered in shock as Harry slid between her legs, using her thighs for his pleasure as his hips danced. Meanwhile, he licked her shoulder softly, contrasting his actions. His hands were on her tits. "What are you doing?"
"Multitasking," he replied. "I'm cleaning the plates I used while enjoying my next course."
"Well," she moaned as his cock rubbed against the edge of her wetness. "As long as you remember your promise."
"Of course," he said as he treated her body roughly, showing no signs of slowing down. Fleur smirked, thinking that her victory was about to arrive. Hermione just watched, amused for two reasons. To start, it was fun to watch Fleur as she worked so hard on a bet, where victory meant Harry fucked her … the proper way.
Even more fun was that Fleur's impending defeat, just because of a technicality. Fleur had no idea that was coming despite Harry's veiled teasing, and let herself be treated as a toy to win. For five minutes, Harry kissed and caressed Fleur, leaving Hermione to intervene with the food to prevent it from burning.
Harry gave her an appreciative smile the moment she pointed her wand to the pans, showing her that he had been aware of her presence all along. His awareness of her presence was not a shock, but the fact that he could also see through her invisibility cloak certainly was.
Hermione would have liked to try guessing how he did that, but before she could even start thinking about it properly, he cast another spell. It was hard to identify silent spells, but Hermione was barely able to feel that it was somewhat similar to a healing spell, though it also reminded her of a cleaning spell. Hermione hurriedly moved to an angle where she could get a better view of Fleur's panicked pace without missing the show downstairs.
At the same time, Harry pulled his hips back, and repositioned himself against her puckered hole.
Fleur gasped in shock.
It was starting.
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