Fleur was having the time of her life as they rocked on the dance floor, their bodies smashed together, their hips grinding. It was the most fun she ever had in a public place … though the man who was grinding against her was responsible for her peak private moments as well.
"Harry, this is not appropriate," she found herself muttering when his fingers climbed up, once again ready to disappear under her skirt.
"Why, because you're married, and it's wrong?" Harry replied, magic helping them to talk easily despite the music.
Fleur felt a flicker of guilt at the mention of her marriage, but that died in a sea of annoyance, knowing Harry was mentioning it just to annoy her. And, she had no intention of letting him succeed. "No," she said without even bothering to turn back, trying to sound as confident as possible. "I have limits … when we're in public," she whispered throatily.
"That sounds like a challenge. Maybe I should see if it's true," he said, his hand climbing up once again.
Fleur felt like she was freezing and burning at the same time. Freezing because she was afraid of him doing that. Even with the repelling ward, she wasn't ready for that. However, even then, she couldn't help but feel excited about the idea of Harry ignoring her complaints and bending her down, treating her like a public whore. It was an exciting idea, even if he would never do that.
Right, her mind echoed as his fingers continued to climb. He wouldn't do that, right? "Don't tell me you're afraid, miss veela," he whispered.
She didn't know what she expected in her own reaction, but a deep blush and a desperate whimper was not it. She felt like she was losing control, and it needed to be taken back. She just didn't know how.
Then, Harry pulled his fingers back. "It looks like you're saved by Hermione, Fleur," Harry muttered, then added. "Or, at least I think that's Hermione, but it's hard to believe." He didn't hide his arousal. "Who could have guessed she could look that sexy.
Fleur traced his gaze, and only then she understood what he was talking about. Hermione was walking toward them, wearing a red dress that was as courageous as hers. It wasn't as tight, and it was not strapless, but it compensated for it by having a deep cleavage, revealing a deep valley. And, it was just as short.
She had to admit, Hermione looked beautiful wearing that. But, that didn't make hearing his words any easier. "Wow, who would have imagined the bookworm of Gryffindor hiding those tits," he said, dazed enough to stop his hips.
His reaction made her feel angry and jealous. How could he refuse to pay attention to Hermione while he was with her? And, to her shame, it took a few seconds for her to remember one very important fact.
He had just seen Hermione naked during breakfast when Fleur's previous attempt to tease him failed spectacularly — or succeeded spectacularly — so it didn't make sense for him to act like he had seen Hermione like that for the first time.
Meaning, he was just messing with her.
It was a very unfamiliar feeling. Even if it was a fake, deliberate reaction, it still rankled her. When flirting with someone, especially when that flirting included a lot of physical connection, the last thing she worried about was for the man to pay attention to someone else. Usually, she had the opposite problem.
She couldn't say that she appreciated the feeling, even with the novelty of it. She liked it even less when coming from the first man that managed to fuck her properly. However, before she could say anything, Hermione already reached them.
"I arranged us a private booth," Hermione said. "Let's go."
Fleur wanted to refuse. Not because she didn't appreciate the extended privacy, but because she didn't want to share Harry's attention with someone else. Even if that someone was Hermione, who would never push too much. Even now, she was wearing that dress to fit in rather than impress Harry.
Otherwise, she would have put on that dress immediately.
Or, not invite her in the first place, easily monopolizing Harry's attention.
Fleur couldn't help but chuckle. It was clear that, even after all that time, Hermione still didn't consider him a sexual candidate. That meant, there was one bet Fleur was guaranteed to win.
And, the reward was very tempting. A full day where Harry followed her every order. A nice change of pace. Too bad she couldn't spend that time publicly. As much as she found the idea of Harry wearing a tux, and following her orders entertaining, she would probably never step out of her home, asking his help to test every little dirty fantasy she had.
Some, he would help either way, but there were some that required a certain amount of submissiveness, something that it was clear Harry was not suitable for.
That bet was part of the reason Fleur didn't object when Hermione grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs. She would have been happier if she left Harry behind, but he was being dragged as well.
Fleur noticed Harry's gaze landing on Hermione's hips. Not that she blamed him. The dress was short enough to make it a show even when walking on a flat surface, and currently, Hermione was climbing stairs while staying in front of them.
Hermione had beautiful hips. And, her choice of underwear, a red lacy piece, made them even more impressive.
However, when they arrived at their booth, Fleur was surprised by the delicious smell. Her eyes widened as she took note of the spread. "Wow," Fleur gasped as she took a note of the spread. All her favorite foods.
Hermione smiled. "Well, you did me a big favor for coming here, so I want to make sure you have your favorites," she said.
"You're the best," Fleur said as she hugged her.
"No problem, girl," Hermione responded by hugging her back. Her arms were tighter than she expected, but it was still pleasant. "But, let's not keep the food waiting. I would apply the warming charm but…"
Fleur chuckled. "It would ruin the taste, not that I expect your barbarian palette to catch the difference," she said, deliberately exaggerating her accent and arrogance at the same time, making Hermione giggle as well. Joking with Hermione was comfortable … and it gave her an excuse to recover from the dance.
She took a seat, took a bite … and her eyes widened. "This is delicious," she gasped as she started eating.
"Not bad," Harry commented as he looked at Hermione. "Excellent pick. Perfectionist as always." Hermione just preened under his attention, which encouraged her for the next move. "Since Fleur's busy, let's dance," she said as she pulled him to his feet.
"And, you know how to dance?" Harry asked. Fleur frowned. It was rude to call her out like that.
"Well, not exactly. Clubs are not my scene, but it doesn't look that hard," Hermione commented. "I'm sure I can handle it."
With that, Hermione stood in front of her and started moving to the rhythm. Unfortunately, that rhythm wasn't the best. It barely even qualified as rhythm.
Fleur smirked as she watched Hermione hanging on his arms hesitantly, trying to maintain a simple rhythm. Hermione was excellent in a lot of things, but dancing in muggle clubs was clearly not one of them.
She watched them dance a bit as she enjoyed the excellent combination of food and wine. Hermione didn't know how to dance, and while Harry was a good dancer, he was clearly not good enough to compensate for Hermione's lack of skill.
It was funny at first, but soon it started to get a little tragic. As delicious as the food was, she couldn't enjoy it while she watched Hermione's panic flare whenever she missed the beat or somehow managed to step on Harry's feet. Harry didn't lash out, just had an amused smile as she watched Hermione's incompetence, but Hermione was taking it personally, with her face falling more and more.
Anyone else, Fleur would have watched with amusement without intervening, but Hermione was a very good friend. So, she stood up, abandoning the delicious spread Hermione was kind enough to arrange, and walked toward them.
The temptation was there to take Harry and let Hermione sit, but that was a problem. It would reinforce Hermione's idea that she was a bad dancer and make her even sadder.
Also, Fleur didn't trust Harry not to escalate things once he was in her arms again, and she wasn't ready to do that in front of Hermione … again. One lap dance disaster was enough.
"I think you enjoyed her enough, 'Arry," Fleur said as she took Hermione's hand. "Why don't you let me take the next dance. It wouldn't be a proper girls' night out without two sexy ladies dancing while a poor boy watches haplessly."
Harry made a show of sighing. "What a thankless job," he said mockingly as he went back to his seat, and poured himself a stiff double.
Fleur turned to Hermione. "Sorry about that," she whispered, magically making sure that only Hermione heard her whisper. "But I thought you would appreciate a little dancing lesson."
Hermione blushed. "I would, but what about Harry. It's supposed to be for him."
Fleur smirked. "He's a big boy, he can deal with it," she said, then looked at Harry's interested gaze. "And, watching two sexy girls putting on a show for him is hardly a bad night."
"One sexy girl —" Hermione started, but Fleur cut her off. "Nonsense, you're a total knockout, particularly with this dress," Fleur said, even putting her hand on her thigh, where her dress ends, for emphasis.
Then, she showed a few dance moves, and Hermione adapted to them decently enough. She wasn't exactly a gifted dancer, but she was attentive enough to quickly shed the worst of her mistakes. "Careful with that move, while wearing this dress," Fleur warned her with a smirk. "Unless, of course, you want to give the whole club a show."
"Sorry," Hermione said.
"Nothing to be sorry for," Fleur said. "It's a good move, just not in this dress. Actually, what's the story with it."
"Well, I used Harry's credit card to pay. So, when the manager asked, I told them that I was his secretary. She accepted, but she mentioned that there was a dress code for the VIP section, and…"
"This is one way to follow the dress code," Fleur said, entertained.
"Do you really think that it's sexy?" she said.
Fleur smirked. "Do you trust me?" Hermione nodded. "Then, watch Harry, but not let him notice that you're looking," Fleur said. Hermione nodded again. Fleur smirked as she tugged the skirt of her dress up, giving Harry a fleeting show. Hermione shivered in excitement under her fingers. "How was it?" Fleur asked.
"It was … different," Hermione said, her shock spectacular. "I mean, the way his eyes glowed as he looked ready to devour me…"
"That's what it means to drive a man crazy," Fleur said.
"It's … fun," Hermione admitted, blushing. "Do you think we can do more?"
"Sure, do you want to go downstairs? I can even tone down the ward if you want," Fleur offered. Dancing in a crowd was not something she particularly enjoyed, but she would do it for Hermione.
"No, that's too much for now," Hermione said, then threw a furtive glance at Harry. "We do have an audience here, don't we?" she whispered with a sudden cheekiness.
That caught Fleur flat-footed, but she was quick to nod. "Sure we do," she said. It was a perfect chance to mess with Harry in a very fun way…
