Hermione was glad for her state of invisibility at first, not just because it hid her naked body from Fleur, and the inevitable disaster that would have followed when she caught her fucking Harry.
She was also glad for it, because even with everything that happened, she would have a front-row seat of the scene of Fleur finally refusing Harry's advances. As much as Fleur had done, she was mostly driven by her desire to tease Hermione. Yes, she had lost control toward the end by allowing Harry to finger her, but Hermione was sure that Fleur would go wild when she saw Harry's naked body.
After all, why would she stay in Hermione's bedroom for so long if she didn't use the opportunity to recover from her daze, and gather her strength for a confrontation? Right? Hermione couldn't wait for Fleur to slap Harry and disappear. A small part of it was teasing Harry to pay back for the way he treated her; but mostly because Hermione wanted to continue.
He was yet to cum, after all.
But, her thoughts came to a halt when Fleur finally walked to her view, wearing Hermione's tallest heels … and nothing else.
Hermione's eyes widened as she watched Fleur saunter forward with utter confidence like she was not naked. Only when Hermione caught her gaze, did she realize Fleur was unsettled. She clearly expected Hermione to be there, and hearing the opposite made her indecisive.
"You look marvelous, Fleur," Harry commented, not bothering to hide his hungry gaze. Though, Hermione doubted anyone could do so looking at Fleur.
"Yes, I do," Fleur answered, her smile stabilizing at the compliment, feeling more comfortable at the compliment. "Too bad it's all the show you'll get," she said. Hermione relaxed at that attitude. She knew Fleur enough that, even with her teasing tone, she was preparing to reject Harry the moment he insisted on one.
"True. Since Hermione is gone, there's no reason to give another lap dance," he said. Hermione gave a soft sigh, happy to see that Harry wasn't pushing for it either. That way, Fleur could leave, and she could continue helping Harry with his problem.
But, then she looked back to Fleur and saw something she didn't like. Fleur looked surprised … but also indignant, as Harry had just insulted her. Hermione froze as she realized Fleur took Harry's easy acceptance as an insult.
She was once again being played. Yet, Hermione couldn't come out and say it, not without explaining her nudity. And, she doubted Fleur would miss the reason for her disheveled appearance either. And, she couldn't just face Fleur.
Hermione didn't feel guilty. After all, it wasn't her fault. All Fleur needed to do was to refuse to cheat on her husband. Easy.
Right?
"It's good that Hermione is taking steps to make her life interesting, right?" Harry said even as he sat down, not bothering to cover his erection.
Fleur missed the innuendo, clearly more interested in Harry's lack of reaction, her frustration growing. "Certainly. Marriage is fun," she said before they started chatting about marriage. A weird topic of discussion, particularly when both of them were naked, sitting in perfect ease.
Hermione didn't know what to feel, until Harry cast another spell. She could barely feel that it targeted his cock. Hermione felt doubt about its function, as Harry certainly had no trouble maintaining an erection … but then she noticed it started to go down.
All it took was to notice Fleur's affronted gaze to realize exactly why he did so. He was convincing Fleur that her nudity didn't affect him, a fact that was reinforced by his gaze, stopping to look at Fleur's body whenever she was aware. His gaze still devoured whenever Fleur looked away, but she was unaware of it.
"I think it's a pity your show got cut short," Fleur suddenly commented. "I had some interesting things planned."
"We were just helping Hermione. A lap dance would be wrong without her."
"True, but I still think you deserve a reward," Fleur commented as she parted her legs, which were crossed before, displaying her pussy perfectly. "Maybe an ordinary dance."
"Sure, if it'll make you feel better," Harry commented. And, the more dismissive he acted, the angrier Fleur looked.
"Oh, believe me, it'll make me happy," she growled in frustration as her allure filled the room once more. However, this time, Hermione barely felt. This time, it was a directed attack rather than an accidental blast, focused on Harry.
Harry made a show of gasping, looking slightly dazed. But it was clearly fake, as he found a chance to dispel his earlier spell, his erection quick to rise again.
At the same time, Fleur stood up, her back turned toward Harry as she bent forward. It did two things. It gave Harry a perfect view of everything downstairs, giving him the fuel he needed to go back to full mast. And, it brought Fleur's face close to Hermione's invisible body, enough for her to get a perfect view of her smug smirk, thinking that she was achieving an excellent victory, perfectly at ease to win through her nudity.
Hermione had to admit, Fleur looked amazing as she wore nothing but the heels, positioned right in front of Harry. Then, she started dancing, and it turned even more spectacular. Hermione was feeling distracted, and she wasn't even being targeted by her allure.
Yet, Harry was just amused. Oh, whenever Fleur was looking at him, he made sure to have a glassy expression, but other times, he looked toward Hermione's general direction with a wide, victorious smirk.
His smirk was justified, considering Fleur was already breathing hard, and not due to exhaustion. She was clearly aroused by her own show. Hermione wondered whether using allure had some kind of backlash, or it was just Fleur getting off the idea of driving Harry slack-jawed with desire.
Either way, it meant her hips were moving with more than professional efficiency as she got closer and closer to Harry, somehow embodying her desire. She was seduction incarnate as she danced nude in front of Harry, her body even enticing Hermione.
Yet, Harry continued his ploy, pulling Fleur closer and closer to the fire. He was patient as her hands traveled all over her body to highlight her curves, never missing a beat. Even in her very confused state, Hermione was amazed at how hot and seductive Fleur looked.
Fleur swayed, her hips swinging to the beat as she drove closer and closer. She froze for a moment as Harry reached to touch her hips, but with Harry's hands staying in safe zones, at least in the context of a naked private dance, Fleur continued.
A mistake, Hermione could easily. Harry was reading Fleur perfectly, pushing for more only after she got used to the previous touch. Soon, he was caressing her inner thighs even as he pulled her closer. Son, she was dancing between his spread legs without skipping a beat. All he needed was to grab her hips and pull her down.
He did not, of course, but he made some other changes. He stopped wearing that dazed expression, and replaced it with a more honest one. One of pure desire.
Fleur checked that expression several times, but rather than alerting her, it seemed to embolden her further. She continued to sway to the music like she couldn't feel his blatant touches on her ass, cupping them aggressively once more.
Hermione hoped that Fleur would stop it. Unfortunately, she wasn't surprised when she bent down once again, which not only brought her ass dangerously close to his erection, but also grabbed Harry's hands to bring them to her tits.
But, she was surprised when Fleur brought her hips low enough for her naked pussy to brush against his cock. A cock that had been in Hermione just minutes ago.
Hermione wanted to call things off. Unfortunately, she couldn't think of a way, not after spending all that time, invisible. There was no way of revealing herself without coming across as a total pervert.
For once, Hermione's Gryffindor courage deserted her. She just watched as her married friend was seduced by Harry.
So, she wasn't surprised when Harry used his leverage to pull Fleur closer, making her lap dance even more dangerous as she sank into his lap. She rocked her hips faster and faster, having several close calls even as her hips danced.
She didn't react to Harry's hands traveling back to her hips, at least until he modified the trajectory of her hips slightly, and his cockhead disappeared between Fleur's lips. She gasped. "I think that's a bit much for a lap dance," she said as she tried to pull back, but Harry clamped on her hips hard.
"Come on, Fleur. It's just the tip. It doesn't count," he said. It was an absurd, stupid statement. One that even a teenager wouldn't believe, let alone a married, experienced woman. Yet, with Harry's throaty tone, promising endless pleasure, Fleur's expression of shock and anger soon turned into indecision.
"Just the tip. And, for a second, not more," Fleur said with a sigh, as she had just allowed him to get a bite of her plate rather than letting him slip his shaft into her wet pussy. Just the tip, she said, but Hermione knew that there was no chance Harry would stop there.
Yet, Hermione just watched.
