"So, Harry, ready to help save the marriage of your best friends," Fleur said as she took a step forward toward him, who leaned back, a shocked expression on his face. It wasn't particularly convincing, Hermione noted, but Fleur wasn't paying much attention to him. To her, he was just a way to make Hermione pay for her prank.

Hermione found her body heating up even as she watched in shock.

Harry made a show of gulping. "I mean … if you two think it will … help," he said, the last bit coming out as a whimper as Fleur took another step. Though, strutted was a better description. Clad in the crimson ensemble, she looked more like a Succubus than a veela.

Too bad she didn't know she was not the predator in this scenario.

"Oh, I think it will," Fleur said as she turned at Hermione, her smirk wide like she had just won a great victory. "I think it'll help a lot. After all, she wanted this."

Hermione did not, but seeing Fleur's smug expression, she found herself unwilling to tell it. After all, sooner or later, Fleur would call it a stop. Before it, Hermione was curious how far she would go.

Was that a mean thing to do for one of her best friends? Certainly, but, looking at Fleur's mocking smirk, Hermione was feeling a bit mean. She said nothing, and just watched as Fleur dragged her hand over Harry's arm.

"Ready, Potter," she said with a throaty whisper. Harry made a show of gulping in panic. "Excellent," Fleur said even as she walked behind him, the way she positioned herself enough to give Harry an excellent glimpse of her shirt if he looked up.

He deliberately looked down, and instead looked at Hermione, hiding his grin from Fleur. Hermione found her body reacting to that grin. The memories of the last night flashed, where he pinned her under him, ramming again and again while wearing that exact grin.

Fleur chuckled, taking Harry's reaction as a sign that she had all the control … which was a great mistake. But, she didn't know that as she sat on Harry's lap, looking toward Hermione as she started giving a lap dance.

However, it didn't take long for Hermione to catch Fleur's shock, no doubt realizing Harry's size. "Anything wrong, Fleur," Hermione asked. "Don't tell me that you're scared already."

"Of course not," Fleur responded, quick to respond to Hermione's mocking. Her hips started to move eagerly, dancing to an imaginary song. Which was why, Hermione waved her wand again, which turned on the radio. A sensual song rang and filled the room. Fleur matched the pace immediately, doing excellently.

Hermione couldn't help but feel jealous. Even with everything she had done the last night, she could never match Fleur's effortless aura of seduction, her confidence and her beauty too domineering even without her allure.

Harry left his hands dangling on the side, unlike the previous night, where he touched Hermione all he could in front of Ron.

Hermione had to admit that it didn't take long for her to get transfixed on Fleur's hips as she gyrated back and forth to the music until the song ended. Then, she stood up, and gave him a kiss. "It wasn't too bad, is it?" Fleur said.

"Only because it lasted barely five minutes," Hermione said without thinking. "Do you think Ron and Lavender were together for just five minutes?"

Fleur chuckled. "Well, if that's the way you want to play," she said as she slid on Harry's lap once more, this time choosing to sit on his thigh rather than directly on his lap, and hooked her arm around his neck. "But, I'm thirsty. If I were to dance more, you need to get me a drink." Hermione reached for her wand once again. "And, prepare it yourself. You know I don't like when magic touches wine directly."

"You and your wine. Snob," Hermione grumbled as she stood up, and walked toward the kitchen. From the corner of her eye, she saw Fleur grab Harry's hand and put it to her thigh. "Come on, Harry. You need to relax a bit if we're ever …" she started, which was all Hermione was able to hear before she arrived at the kitchen.

Hermione was tempted to use magic to open the bottle. She didn't want to leave them alone more than necessary. Unfortunately, she tried that before, and Fleur proved that she could actually taste the difference. How, Hermione had no idea, as it wasn't supposed to be possible.

However, it meant that finding and serving the bottle took some time … particularly since, in her hurry, she actually spilled the first glass, forcing her to clean. She cleaned manually for a while before she realized she didn't have to restrict herself from magic. To her defense, she was distracted.

It took more than five minutes for her to finish, which meant she had missed quite a bit. When she returned, Harry's arm was around Fleur's waist, comfortably resting on Fleur's naked skin, even stroking gently, his smile still shy.

Apparently, Fleur 'convinced' Harry to be a bit more forward.

"Thanks, sweetie," Fleur said even as she took the wine, sipping slowly. It surprised Hermione at first, but then Fleur threw a glance at Harry, nodding as a signal.

Harry looked hesitant, but his hand was more honest. His other hand landed on her leg, caressing her inner thigh uncovered by her thigh-high stocking. Though, considering it was a fishnet stocking, covering was the wrong word to use.

Fleur smirked once again. "Since I'm a stripper on the clock, the customer that buys the drink has some privileges," she said smugly, confident that she was in control. Hermione blushed, but it wasn't for the reason Fleur thought. She was remembering his hands doing the exact same thing the night before, and how it drove her arousal higher and higher.

Now that she knew what to look for, she could see the same thing happening to Fleur.

"Well, it's only right for him to caress. After all, he paid for it," Hermione said. "He can go as far as he wants."

"Of course he can," Fleur said, giving him permission. A mistake, one that Harry leveraged immediately. His hand climbed up. The only thing that prevented it from disappearing under her skirt was the scandalous length of the skirt.

Unfortunately, Fleur's leg still blocked the show, but with her grin suddenly turning plastic, Hermione had a good guess where his finger was. He was caressing her crotch, which was hidden behind her panties.

Panties that was transfigured by Harry, and probably did nothing to isolate his touch. Fleur was clearly unsettled by Harry's sudden aggression, but since she had invited it herself, she wasn't able to complain. She did her best to look unaffected as Harry gently molested her, but Hermione could see Fleur drinking much faster than she usually did.

Still, before she could finish, Harry pushed her leg, parting her thighs to give Hermione a fleeting glance. Fleur was sopping wet, which she was probably aware of, unlike the state of her panties, which turned fully transparent with the wetness.

Another trick from Harry, making it look like he was caressing Fleur's naked pussy. It was a beautiful pussy, Hermione had to admit. She also had to admit that seeing it burned her body with desire.

Something was truly wrong with her. She wanted to delve deeper into that realization, but Fleur chose that moment to try to stand up. However, with Harry's other hand clamped on her waist stronger than she realized, she just shuffled in place.

A shuffle that brought Harry's fingers even deeper against her pussy, wedging deep for a long moment. Harry deliberately pushed even deeper, and a moan escaped Fleur's lips. It was a beautiful moan.

Harry smirked at Hermione, showing her success even as he pulled his hand back like it touched fire. "Sorry about it, Fleur. You moved and …" he stammered in fake shock.

Fleur didn't suspect a thing. "It's not your fault, Harry," Fleur said. "That kind of thing can happen in a lap dance. It doesn't mean anything. Don't you think so, Mione?" As she said that, she grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled it back in place. "Feel free to repeat if you want, Harry," she said.

"O-of course. It was a friendly touch," Hermione said, shocked that Harry was able to write it off a deliberate fingering as a friendly accident. She just looked at Harry, mesmerized by his smirk once more as his fingers danced at Fleur's entrance once more, this time their movement far more deliberate.

Fleur was too busy gloating over Hermione to take note of the change. Another mistake from her, one that started to make Hermione doubt her own judgment about what would happen. She had assumed that the night would end up in a lap dance or two before Fleur called it a stop.

But now, as she watched Fleur finish her drink slowly, as if her core wasn't being caressed by Harry, she started to doubt that. A minute of silence later, Fleur finally finished her drink and put the glass to the side.

"Well, the break is over. It's time for the next dance," Fleur said cheerfully.

Hermione wondered just how long she could maintain that cheer … and what expression she would wear when the lighthearted cheer was no longer appropriate. Because, while Fleur was busy teasing her, Hermione was looking at Harry.

And, she saw the same expression he wore as he dragged her upstairs the night before.