"Now, the first rule of sensuality is a lack of fear. Don't be afraid of touching," Fleur declared confidently even as she pulled Hermione closer. "Don't be afraid of putting your hands on my body."

"Are you sure?" she whispered.

Fleur chuckled. "Just think of me covered with whipped cream, and you'll have no problem."

Hermione blushed. "Sorry about that. I didn't know what came over me then. Just that, when I had a taste, I was just … so excited."

Fleur blushed as she realized the reason. It was Harry's cum. Of course, any such discharge had some amount of magic that a veela found attractive, and Harry had a particularly potent … load, but Fleur didn't know that it also worked on ordinary witches. She had thought that it was a veela only trait.

But then, it wouldn't be the first time her heritage was unfairly maligned.

"Don't worry. It was your first brush with nudism, it can get overwhelming," she said, quick to misdirect Hermione from the true reason. She didn't want to admit the truth. It was too shameful.

"Thanks, Fleur," Hermione answered as her hands landed on her sides. "You always know how to make me feel better. Feel free to tell me if I'm doing anything wrong."

With that, she leaned forward, and nestled her head against her neck. As she kissed her neck, Fleur chuckled. Her neck had always been a weak spot, but it needed to be handled in a special way, soft yet controlling, with a very specific pace. There was no way—

Her thoughts stalled when her kisses sent a shiver through her body. Fleur's eyes widened in surprise as Hermione delivered a perfect teasing. Lost in her shock — and much to her shame, pleasure — it took a while for Fleur to remember one critical fact. Hermione was there when Harry did exactly the same thing.

Damn her and her near-photographic memory.

Of course, she wasn't exactly a wound-up toy that could be driven into arousal with one touch. Oh, how she wished that was the case, as that way, she wouldn't have spent most of her life locked in a mediocre sex life. However, her body was still sensitive after the dance downstairs, where Harry brought her to the edge before Hermione interrupted them.

And, now, she was suffering the aftermath.

Hermione didn't stop kissing her neck as her hands traveled down, cupping her ass aggressively. Another move she learned from watching Harry. It was obvious. Fleur had to admit, Hermione had learned a lot from one solitary event. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought that she had personal experience.

"You're a quick study," Fleur muttered, though mostly to slow her down. Her attempts to tease Harry weren't going as well as she hoped.

"You think so," Hermione said.

"Of course," Fleur said. "This is not a topic I would lie about."

However, Fleur wasn't above cheating a bit. She used the opportunity to repeat her trick. First, she cupped her ass. When she raised her head, Fleur started kissing her neck, enjoying her shivers.

It was fun. Admittedly, more than she expected. Maybe it would be safer to stop … but then, she glanced at Harry, who was watching the show with great desire, and decided to continue. A chance to drive Harry crazy was too precious to miss. She could already imagine how things would go once they went to her bedroom. Or, maybe, he wouldn't even wait until they returned, and drag her to the bathroom to fuck her like a bar whore —

With her imagination overdrive, she moaned loudly when Hermione twisted her nipple without a warning. Another trick she learned from Harry. She knew that the lap dance was trouble … though it wasn't the way she expected it to bite her in the … tits.

She didn't know how to react, because she was surprised. Being molested by Hermione in a private booth of a muggle club was like being blasted by an unexpected silent spell. With no defense ready, it hit hard.

Fleur considered reacting angrily, but Hermione's gaze was bright and earnest. "How was it?" she asked, no doubt asking about how it affected Harry. Fleur didn't need to look to know he would have a smug smile, amused at Fleur's defeat.

"Not bad, for a start," Fleur suddenly growled. "But, we need to do more if we want to impress him." With that, Fleur grabbed Hermione's waist and made her turn, so that her back was pressing against her chest.

Fleur left a trail of kisses along Hermione's cheek, but all the while, she kept her eyes fixed on Harry, enjoying the shine in his impressive eyes. That was an excellent show, especially since Hermione didn't hesitate to press her body tight and wiggle, maintaining the eroticism.

"How about this, Harry. I'm a very impressive teacher, right?" Fleur said. "Look, she can dance much better already."

"True," he said as he leaned back, confident. Sexy, but too put together. Fleur wanted him to lose control.

"Of course, those were just the beginner moves. I have some more interesting moves since Hermione wants to put on a show." Hermione opened her mouth, but Fleur silenced her with a finger.

Fleur knew it was not fair to push Hermione out of her comfort zone … but it wasn't also fair for her to live almost three decades without a proper orgasm despite her needs.

Both as a woman, and as a veela.

So, she did something she wasn't proud of. She decided to goad Hermione for a stupid, rash decision. "Come on, Hermione, it's the perfect idea," Fleur whispered. "You're angry at Ron, and what better way to do than repeating what Lavender did, but with Harry. You know just how much Ron wants to be Harry. You can tell him, or you can keep it a secret. Either way, you won't need to be angry, because you'll be the victor."

Fleur could see that, as she whispered, Hermione was getting interested. Fleur cupped her breast gently to arouse her.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Hermione asked, soft and vulnerable.

"Yes," Fleur lied, expecting to feel guilty … but there was no guilt. Just arousal, borne from Harry's look of interest.

She could sense that Hermione was hesitating, so she decided to cheat. She slipped a hand under her skirt, pulling up, and in the process, gathering her dress to her midsection, showing Harry her panties, and her wetness. "Look how wet you're, just by the idea," Fleur whispered like a succubus.

While Hermione tried to decide, she put her hand to her belly, rubbing gently, sensuously, each repeat bringing her lower and lower. "Imagine just how angry and impotent Ron would look if he saw you on Harry's lap, and knowing his cock is twice the size. Harry is that big."

"How do you know Ron's —" Hermione started, but Fleur chuckled.

"I don't, but if he was anything like my unlucky husband, he's nothing impressive," Fleur admitted. This time, she felt some guilt, but when mixed with pleasure, it was far from dissuading her. Instead, it gave her arousal a dark yet delicious edge.

"Harry, my dance partner requires some inspiration. Why don't you help us a bit," Fleur asked.

Harry just smirked. "I can't be the only one naked here. I will look like a pervert."

Fleur didn't bother mentioning that her ward would keep them safe from the gaze of the muggles. Harry knew that. He was just baiting Fleur for a reason. She decided to give one. "Raise your arms," Fleur ordered.

Hermione did so, and before she could even process it, Fleur had already removed it. "Fleur," she gasped.

"You told me that you borrowed it. We can't afford it to get wrinkly," Fleur replied. It was a stupid excuse, but it didn't matter. Not when Hermione was standing in front of Harry, aroused, wearing just her panties … which were already halfway transparent with her arousal.

"This is, so naughty," Hermione whispered while Fleur started touching her again. Not her belly this time, but also caressing her naked breasts, appreciating their shape.

"Look how much he desires you. I have seen Ron look at you. So boring, so … lazy. Don't you think that a night with Harry is better than a lifetime with Ron," Fleur said. This time, she believed her words.

More importantly, as she delivered those words, she realized that she was sharing her ideas on her own marriage as well. What did it give her? An absent husband who was jealous of her success. A bunch of redheaded extended family who thought that they could insult and ogle her depending on their mood, yet she was supposed to act nicely. A father-in-law who might as well not exist, and a mother-in-law who wanted to lock her inside to spawn children.

All for a thoroughly underwhelming sex life. No, if she was being honest, her marriage was dead. Utterly, and thoroughly dead.

"I don't think I can do it," Hermione whispered, then looked at her. "Not without your help."

"Don't worry, I'll help," Fleur promised.

"Good," Hermione said, smiling widely as she turned toward her. "But, if you want to help, you're overdressed." Before Fleur could realize what was going on, their position was replaced. Fleur was in front of her, with her back against her naked chest. The only difference was that her arms weren't raised, but not because she was resisting.

The only thing that was keeping her dress in place was a sticking charm. Hermione dispelled it, and her dress immediately pooled around her ankles. "Beautiful panties," Hermione muttered as she brought her finger against her wetness. "Amazing texture. Is this silk."

"Yes," Fleur chuckled, which was mixed with a moan. She was impressed with Hermione's daring, even though she used an absurd argument. "But, since you want to play this game, there's no need for any excuses, right?"

Fleur turned toward Hermione, her lips parted open, ready to convince her for a kiss. To her surprise, Hermione just lunged forward, her tongue invading her mouth. It surprised Fleur.

Just not as much as the arousal she felt.

It wasn't the first time she was kissing a girl. She tried that a few times, hoping that it would be a more satisfying experience, but they all ended up underwhelming, boring events. Hermione's tongue was different. As it scoured her mouth, she was feeling excitement.

She didn't know how much of that pleasure was about Hermione's enthusiastic yet sloppy kiss, and how much of it was the fact Harry was watching, no doubt enjoying the show provided by two sexy women, dressed only in their panties.

But, she wasn't Hermione, who needed to chase answers like a starving hunter. No, she could wait for the answer to that particular question.

Tonight was about fun…