Hermione was lying on her bed naked, trying to decide whether to continue waiting or return to the kitchen. When she had left them alone after their climax, she expected them to stop having fun soon. Therefore, she was mightily surprised when their absence lasted more than she expected.
She had expected them to call her for breakfast in a few minutes, but their absence lasted almost an hour, and she was starting to have second thoughts. Still, she stayed away, knowing if she went there, she would end up in the mix.
And, the idea of pranking Fleur in the situation was just too tempting to deny.
"Finally," she muttered when she finally heard footsteps approaching her. To her surprise, it was Fleur that came to call her. So, Hermione let the book she was trying to read — unsuccessfully, which was a rarity for her — hit her chest and close her eyes, acting like she had been asleep all along. A quick explanation as to why she didn't question their long absence.
"Hey, sleeping beauty. It's time for breakfast," Fleur called to her once she opened the door, her relief clear.
Hermione opened her eyes, only for her eyes to widen. Fleur looked not only utterly exhausted but also covered with Harry's seed. Oh, she tried to hide it by spreading some whipped cream and chocolate over her skin, but it was there.
Hermione suspected Harry actually asked her to keep his cum on — probably through some other bet baited by Fleur's pride — and the food was Fleur's way of covering it up. She looked too tense for it to be her idea, and a shower was easier than covering herself with food.
Though, she had to admit, Fleur looked sexy enough.
"You look messy," Hermione said. "Food fight? It looks like Harry decided to be naughty."
Fleur sighed in relief, though Hermione didn't miss the mocking smirk that soon followed. "Oh, yes, he was very naughty," she added, thinking that it was her who managed to pull a joke on her. Then, she looked at her, giving her a full glance. "You know you don't have to walk naked right. No need to feel pressured," Fleur said.
"No, it's liberating, and I trust Harry," Hermione said, which was, amusingly, actually true.
Fleur looked at her, looking conflicted. Hermione saw something that she thought might be jealousy, which was absurd. Fleur was feeling jealous of her. Or, maybe not. After all, she and Harry just had a bet about whether he could fuck her in the ass, which must rankled Fleur quite a bit.
Hermione just stood up and started walking, not willing to have that discussion without Harry in the room. Why miss the fun. "Let's go, I'm famished," she said. She spanked her ass as she passed Fleur.
Fleur gasped in pain. "Careful!"
"Come on, girl. I didn't hit that hard. What's with the reaction?" Hermione said despite fully knowing the reason for her pain. Veela or no veela, taking Harry's monster to her ass was not a simple thing.
Fleur's expression of shock was amusing. "I … I slipped and fell down while trying to get a cup."
"It must be a 'hard' fall for you to react like that," Hermione said as she walked away, unable to resist the temptation of emphasizing the word. It was just too fun. Fleur followed with a noticeable limp.
When she arrived at the dining table, however, her eyes widened. She had expected that, with the delays, the food had long been ruined. Instead, she was looking at a spread that would have rivaled a small hotel in quantity and clearly surpassed anything else that had been ever cooked in her apartment. That much was obvious even without tasting.
Then, she leaned in to pick a fork. "Delicious," she murmured.
"Yes, delicious," Harry said, and Fleur growled. Not understanding the reason, Hermione checked them through the mirror, only to see Harry ogling her ass, while Fleur poked him out of jealousy, far more obvious than before.
Hermione didn't know what happened after she had left, but clearly, it was enough to make Fleur act uncharacteristically jealous and possessive. How fascinating. She picked herself a seat. Harry moved to sit next to her, but he was too slow to prevent Fleur from taking the seat next to her.
His smirk made it clear that the delay was intentional, so Hermione acted unaware. It was easy when she had a delicious breakfast to enjoy. One that she could eat without guilt since Harry was there to help her burn. However, she was impressed. Even after putting Fleur through a true workout, he still looked fresh. His adventures clearly kept him fit.
Just because she was enjoying her food immensely didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the breakfast in other ways as well. Even as they chatted, Hermione suddenly swiped her finger through the whipped cream on Fleur's breast.
"Hermione!" Fleur gasped, shocked.
"What, the whipped cream is on the other side," Hermione said mockingly as she sucked her finger, which tasted saltier than ordinary whipped cream. "It's not just whipped cream," Hermione said. Fleur tensed. "Hmm, I never tasted it. What is this?" she followed.
Fleur relaxed, her smug smile back as she thought Hermione didn't recognize the taste. To her credit, she would have been right two days ago. But then, she wouldn't have been sitting together having a nude breakfast two days ago. "It's just a unique French sauce. Unfortunately, it's difficult to make, and someone had to go and use it in our food fight."
A good lie, Hermione had to admit. Too bad it gave her a very interesting attack angle. "It's rude to make your efforts go to waste," Hermione said, and much to Fleur's shock scooped some more.
"You don't have to —" Fleur whispered, only to gasp when Hermione scooped another one, this time brushing against her nipple under the cream. It was swollen enough to show Harry paid some extra attention to her breasts during her absence.
"Nonsense. It's delicious. And you went all the trouble to extract it," Hermione said. Even with deliberate wording, Fleur missed it. Hermione's smirk deepened, wondering just how far she could push her.
For a while, she kept herself limited to occasional swipes as they chatted around the breakfast table. Fleur looked ready to bolt, but she stayed in, making Hermione guess that there was another bet, probably requiring her to stick around.
She wondered just how many bets those two made in her absence. However, regardless of the number, Hermione knew that Fleur's column of victories would stay at zero, which was unlike the fate of her orgasm counter.
Hermione wondered whether she was a terrible friend, or a very good one. Either way, she had already committed to a direction, and she was too stubborn to change it. So, the next time she wanted a taste, rather than scooping, she leaned forward, and licked Fleur's cheek, acquiring her reward of chocolate mix more directly.
"Hermione!" Fleur gasped.
"It's getting harder to scoop now that it's drying," Hermione excused herself with a big smirk.
"Come on, Fleur. Don't tell me a friendly kiss is enough to break you. Where's your confidence?" Harry teased. Fleur's reaction gave Hermione a better idea about their bet.
She sent an appreciative smile to Harry before turning her attention back to Fleur, looking at her again, but this time, in a way she never looked at her before. After all, not only Fleur was her friend, but also she was a … well, she. Hermione had always thought that she was only attracted to men … but then, she also thought that she liked Ron, which was enough to prove that she didn't know herself as much as she thought she did.
And, why not test herself. It was an excellent opportunity. If she had any trouble, or things escalated, Harry was here to assist her.
"Nothing can break Fleur, right?" Hermione commented, once again touched by her pride. It wasn't as smooth as Harry's, but Fleur was once again confused enough to fall for it.
"Of course not," she replied smugly.
"Yes, she won't break even if I do this," Hermione said even as she leaned again, this time aiming lower. She licked her neck, getting some more chocolate from there. "Right?"
"O-of course," she repeated, but this time, her eyes wide, and she was shocked, clearly caught flatfooted.
Hermione decided to follow her words before her tone and leaned forward again. Her lips clamped on her neck for a moment before trailing down to her collarbone. At the same time, she put her hand on her inner thigh.
Fleur froze, so she kept her hand in place and acted like she was just trying to use it to balance herself. Her kisses, on the other hand, got more aggressive, moving from one 'food stain' to another, leaving Fleur's body clean.
"Maybe that's a bit much," Fleur muttered when Hermione's lips finally arrived at her breasts.
"Nonsense. It's delicious," Hermione said. "And, what's the harm. You allowed Harry to suck them the last night, and it was just a friendly lap dance." Hermione could feel herself squirm as she said those words. They might be the most absurd, farfetched excuse she ever had to use in her life, and she had some competition there — the lies she told when she decided that time travel was an acceptable method to get extra classes coming to her mind.
Even as she said that, she expected Fleur to put a stop to that quickly, so she went for the reward quickly. Rather than lingering at the edge, she attacked the center and captured her nipple. But, to her surprise, Fleur said nothing, just let out a shocked moan.
That moan, along with her allure — this time an uncontrolled, wild blast that showed just how much she was affected — encouraged Hermione for more. She let her hand move along her inner thigh, caressing every inch, enjoying the way Fleur shivered under her touch.
And, that excitement drove her to make a mistake. Her fingers climbed too much until they touched a very distinct wet patch. Not just her arousal, but also Harry's cum, still filling her. It looked like Fleur's determination to keep her pussy protected didn't last an hour.
Fleur gasped as she finally pulled back, her eyes wide. "Sorry, I just remembered that I had a … thing," she said, not even bothering to answer as she summoned her wand with a gesture, and then apparated away, not even bothering to dress.
Hermione looked at her disappearance, shocked. It didn't help when Harry started chuckling. "What?" she asked, blushing badly.
"It's fun to watch you learn a lesson every man had to learn a day," he said. "Trying to move bases too fast never works well."
It didn't help her blush any, or the fact that she had just tried to make a move on her second-best friend … in front of her best friend; their genders made it even more confusing for her. Hermione decided that the situation deserved a long, clever reply. "S-shut up!"
"Impressive. I can see that your verbal abilities didn't degrade," he said. "But, since we already finished the breakfast, are you ready for the magic lesson."
"Yes!" Hermione gasped, her otherwise confused attitude evaporating immediately. She always enjoyed digging a mystery, and what Harry pulled with that cloak certainly qualified.
"Come sit on my lap, then," he said.
"I don't think that's wise," she said. "I need to focus, and if I sit there…"
"That was not a negotiation," he said with a big, dangerous smirk, and waved his hand. Hermione expected a targeted spell, but she didn't expect to find herself apparating … right to his lap.
"Harry, what was that!" Hermione gasped. He had just pulled something impossible. A ranged, targeted apparation!
"It's a part of the story," he said. "I'll tell all, but you need to stay on my lap."
"You're a jerk," Hermione growled as she slapped his chest, but settled on his lap. After all, the only reason she didn't want at first was to keep her focus. "We'll do your way, but you better be ready to repeat if I get distracted."
"Miss Bookworm getting distracted during a magic lesson. Impossible," he teased with his words.
At the same time, his fingers teased her in a different manner. She felt her hips move, followed by a presence — one that was rapidly getting familiar — slowly filling her.
It was going to be an unorthodox lesson.
