Hermione couldn't hold back a gasp when Fleur walked out of the alley after a crack that signaled her presence. It wasn't the first time she had seen Fleur in a sexy dress, not even close. Even before what happened in the morning, she had seen Fleur wearing some alluring dresses. Fleur was never one to hide her body just to appease the others.

However, what she was wearing tonight was different.

She wore a strapless black dress, one that showed far more of her cleavage than it was appropriate for a public outing, and the skirt wasn't too different. The skirt was not much better, barely able to cover her ass, her heels displaying her legs perfectly. Daring. Even with her hands gathered in a simple ponytail, she looked like a movie star.

Wearing a tube top and jeans, Hermione couldn't help but feel undressed, like a duck that decided to hang out with a swan. Only Harry's arm, casually hanging on her waist, gave her the necessary confidence to greet Fleur with a smile. "Hey, Fleur. You look amazing. A bit sexier than I was expecting for a night out with friends, though."

Of course, Hermione had no problem with the way Fleur was dressed, but some fake surprise should make Fleur not suspect her true aim … that at the end of the night, she would be sharing her bed with not only Harry.

Fleur smiled widely, trying to hide her smug expression behind a sheepish one. She wasn't very successful. "Well, I don't visit muggle clubs much. I asked what was appropriate club wear at the shop, and they gave me this. Was I wrong?"

Hermione barely held back a snort. Fleur's excuse was absurd. Hermione would have said that it was the most absurd excuse she had ever heard … but Fleur's excuses back at the kitchen were even more absurd. Though, to her defenses, walking around naked was harder to justify than a sexy club attire.

"Nonsense," Harry said shamelessly as he let her go — but not before surreptitiously squeezing her ass as if to bolster her confidence. Hermione couldn't help but smile. It was a very Harry move. "You look perfectly amazing for a club, Fleur," Harry said as he covered the distance, and hugged her.

Hermione turned her back, acting like she couldn't see them, but she watched their reflection from a nearby window.

Fleur smirked as he hugged her, only for her eyes to widen when his hands slipped under her dress, cupping her ass directly. Fleur wasn't the only one shocked. Hermione was as well. Fleur's dress was already pushing the limits of public decency … and his sudden daring was even more shocking.

Then, Hermione noticed something else. No one was looking at them. For a moment, Hermione thought that Harry cast a spell, but thinking, even as Fleur walked toward them, no one was looking at her even Hermione's modest outfit had drawn some gazes.

While her confidence had been boosted somewhat, she wasn't arrogant enough to think that she made a better eye candy than Fleur, especially not when she was dressed like that. Hermione closed her eyes momentarily and cast a detection charm — another spell she could cast wandlessly, but not with any kind of ease.

She wasn't shocked to find a subtle muggle-repelling ward around Fleur. Subtle, yet expertly crafted. Hermione had to admit, that ward was almost as beautiful as her dress. Hermione was confident in her abilities, but she could acknowledge that Fleur belonged to a different class when it came to wards.

Hermione had to admit, the ward was as sexy as the dress … well, almost.

Though, the presence of the ward explained Harry's daring actions. Hermione was impressed by the speed he noticed it, but not surprised, or assumed it was due to his abilities relating to … his new job. Harry always had excellent situational awareness. It was what made him an excellent combatant.

However, as he stopped mauling Fleur's ass and walked back to her side, she focused on more interesting things. Like the fact that he hugged her waist again, his other arm still around Fleur's waist, his hand cupping her ass.

"Thanks for arranging this, Hermione. It has been a while since I was able to go out with my busy schedule."

A thrill went through her as she imagined the end of the night. However, she didn't say anything, looking for an opportunity. While Harry readily accepted the idea of a threesome, he came with a condition. Since she didn't win her bet, convincing Fleur for a threesome was her task.

A challenge she accepted readily.

They walked into the club, even the bouncers not paying any attention to them as they just passed through the VIP entrance, Fleur's repelling ward doing wonders. Soon, the deafening music hit their ears, making speaking an incredible challenge.

"So, Hermione. How about you arrange a table for us and get us some drinks, while I bring Fleur to the dance floor. She's an excellent dancer."

Fleur frowned at his dismissal, offended by her behalf. Hermione appreciated it, even though it was misguided. Harry's dismissal was just a part of his challenge. He said that he would be monopolizing Fleur, and it was her job to interject herself.

So, Hermione leaned to Fleur's ear before whispering — though she had to rely on magic to block the deafening music. "No, I asked him to do that. I'm not in the mood for dancing, but I still want him to have fun."

Fleur still looked at her to make sure she was serious. Only after Hermione smiled, Fleur nodded. She opened her mouth to reply, but that died when Harry dragged her away to the dance floor.

They sneaked to the dance floor easily, Fleur's flawless ward helping them. Usually, muggle-repelling wards left their targets dazed and confused, but not one around her. It only convinced any non-magical person around her that she was utterly ordinary.

A fact that Harry was leveraging for his fun as he pushed his hands under her skirt once more, mauling her ass even as they danced, their bodies melding together as they swayed to the music.

That surprised Hermione a bit. Not that Fleur accepted his touch, but she did so where Hermione could see … but then, maybe she wasn't the only one whose perspective had changed. After all, where was the harm in a little petting after a lap dance and walking around naked?

And more, of course, but from Fleur's perspective, those were supposed to be a secret.

Hermione chuckled with amusement before she climbed the stairs, to the VIP section. "May I help you?" asked the manager — a sexy woman with an even sexier dress rather than another bouncer — standing at the entrance, not impressed by Hermione's dress.

Hermione could have waved a simple suggestion to arrange a table for them — wrong, but considering the importance of her mission, she was willing to bend a few harmless rules — but instead, she pulled the credit card Harry passed to her.

The manager's eyes widened, then tightened in suspicion. "Are you the owner of the card, madam?" he asked, taking stock of her outfit. Hermione readily admitted it was not club attire, or particularly expensive.

"No, it belongs to my … boss," she said with a slight giggle, finding the idea of playing the secretary more entertaining than the girlfriend. She pointed Harry at the dance floor, dancing with Fleur. Being actively pointed allowed the muggle woman to bypass the effects of the ward momentarily. She saw Harry dancing with Fleur, who was clearly beautiful and slutty enough to prove Harry was the owner of the card.

"Right this way, madam. And, sorry for the delay," she said immediately as she led Hermione inside. Hermione didn't miss her subtly swiping the card through a machine, her gaze widening. "Which table you prefer?"

"Not a private room, but somewhere a bit more … concealed," Hermione said. "Make sure to arrange some light dishes, French Cousine, and a bottle of wine," Hermione said, then rattled some of Fleur's favorite vintages. "Any of them would do." Then, she remembered Harry enjoying his scotch while Hermione was giving a lap dance, back when she still thought that her identity was a secret. "And, a bottle of scotch, something smoky."

It was an expensive order, especially with the club overcharging for it, but with Harry's credit card, money was no problem. He mentioned that digging through secret wizard tombs paid well. How well, Hermione had no idea, but the manager's attitude implied that she might be underestimating how many digits were in his bank account.

She ordered food confidently, as it was the whole point they picked this club.

Like everything she did, Hermione made sure to do her research. The club was not only one of the best destinations for dancing, but also it had a surprisingly excellent kitchen, earning several excellent commendations for its excellent French cuisine.

Fleur was not a glutton, but she did have a weakness for some tasty treats from her home country.

The table was beautiful. Essentially, it was some kind of balcony. It wasn't fully enclosed, but the seats had very high backs. Even if Hermione stood up, only her head and the top of her shoulders would be seen by the other customers in the VIP room.

The other side had a much lower blockage, allowing Hermione to look down to the dance floor. The perfect location for her to watch Harry and Fleur having fun.

And, they were having fun. They were in the middle of the dance floor, the crowd unknowingly flowing around them without touching them. Fleur's back turned against Harry, leaning forward slightly while Harry rested his hands on her ass. Fleur was grinding against him desperately, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the 'dance'.

Amusingly, they weren't the only ones enjoying their time. They might be practically invisible, but that didn't prevent Fleur's allure from affecting the dance floor. So, despite it being relatively early, the crowd was already acting like the party was going on for hours, getting more and more feverish.

Hermione chuckled in amusement, about to go down before she realized something. She was truly not dressed for the club. And, she couldn't just transfigure herself something. She might be magically capable, but when it came to fashion, she was horrible.

But, that didn't mean the problem had no solution. She waved to the manager.

"How can I help you, madam?"

"Look, my boss sprung this to me at the last moment, and I don't have anything to wear. I'm sure you have something that can help me impress him," Hermione said.

The manager smirked. "Oh, I'm sure we could come up with something."