Fleur couldn't help but smile with amusement as she pulled back from the kiss, and Hermione let out a desperate whimper.

"Oh, sweetie, such a little virgin," Fleur chuckled. "A kiss, and already lost. Don't forget that we're dancing for our audience." Only in her mind, she was ready to admit that she wasn't feeling too different from Hermione. Being kissed, all the while giving Harry a show was a thrilling feeling. Especially since he had pulled his cock out, pumping lazily.

"J-just because I'm a virgin doesn't mean you can underestimate me," Hermione gasped, trying to cover up her shyness. It was cute.

"Of course not, sweetie. However, it's true that you're a bit inexperienced. Why don't you just follow my lead," Fleur said.

"N-nonsense," Hermione answered. "I can do anything you do, and more. You don't need to coddle me."

Fleur might have been annoyed if someone said that, but knowing Hermione's habits, it was surprisingly cute. After being friends for a long time, Fleur was very aware of Hermione's habits of getting overcompetitive … usually only on academic topics, but it seemed that Harry's presence was enough to trigger that side of her personality as well. "Alright," Fleur said with a chuckle. "Why don't you go and show me, and see if I can follow."

"As you wish," Hermione said as she took a step forward.

Meanwhile, Fleur caught Harry's gaze, and shared a smile, both amused by Hermione's sudden show of initiative. The amusement stayed even as Hermione crouched in front of Harry. However, her amusement faded, replaced with confusion when Hermione grabbed Harry's legs, and sank her head down.

Fleur's eyes widened as she watched Hermione devour half of Harry's cock at once. It was impressive … for a virgin. Then, she pulled once and sank even deeper. Fleur watched, surprised by her performance. Hermione pushed herself lower and lower until her nose was touching Harry's skin.

Once she pulled back, Hermione was wheezing, but it didn't erase her smile. "How was it. Not bad for a virgin, is it?" Hermione commented.

Fleur couldn't help but match her smile with a feral one as she knelt down next to her, their naked shoulders touching. "Not bad … for a virgin," she replied with an even wider smirk, and gave a lick to Harry's length before wrapping her lips around.

It was hard, but Fleur pushed herself down at once, not bothering to stop halfway. It was not easy. Even with their morning practice, it was not exactly easy or pleasant. However, she was determined to show Hermione. Instead of pulling back immediately, she stayed in place. It was difficult and painful, but it didn't make it any less pleasurable.

Particularly since, Harry let out a deep gasp. "How was it," Fleur said once she pulled back, proud of her success.

"Nothing I can't do," Hermione said.

Fleur opened her mouth, but Harry interrupted. "I think it's time for a change of location." With that, he grabbed their shoulders, and they apparated away.

No, Fleur realized. It wasn't apparation. It didn't have that unpleasant squeezing sensation that would have their mood. Instead, it was a gentle fading, followed by a shifting. "What was that?" Fleur gasped even as she realized she was in an unfamiliar bedroom. Likely Harry's.

"A new trick I figured out," Harry said with a shrug. "I always hated the sensation of being squeezed, so I developed a new method. It's more power intensive but …"

"Not like you're struggling in that department," Hermione completed. Fleur did a double-take in her tone. She had never heard Hermione like that. Her voice was suddenly silky, filled with desire. "But, we can talk about that later. First, we have a competition with Fleur to finish."

At that moment, Fleur would have been an idiot if she hadn't started suspecting that she had been played. One that quickly turned into certainty once she watched Hermione push down her panties before setting Harry's lips, her wetness sliding down with an ease that no virgin should show.

"The bachelor party," Fleur gasped, connecting the dots quickly.

"That was quick, impressive," Harry said.

"Not as impressive. She was the one that provided the dress and the mask," Hermione replied as she pushed herself down.

"Why help Harry seduce me?" Fleur couldn't help but ask. She never felt that confused, especially with her lack of anger. She should be seething at Hermione's betrayal, but she felt nothing but arousal. Maybe it was about what she had been thinking earlier. After all, it was minutes ago when she was undressing Hermione on the dance floor, with the full intention of sacrificing her virginity just to score a point against Harry.

That earned a chuckle from Hermione. "Help him? You didn't look like you needed any help this morning in the kitchen, coming out covered in his cum," Hermione said.

Fleur blushed even more. "True," she admitted. "So, how it all started —" she started, when Harry waved his hand, and a stack of photos flew from a drawer, showing Hermione enthusiastically sucking Harry. "In his childhood bedroom. Damn, that was cold," Fleur admitted.

"He was the one that allowed it," Hermione chuckled, which turned into a moan halfway as Harry pulled her down. Fleur's eyes widened, shocked, though it soon turned into amusement as she received the full story.

She had to admit, it was deviously sexy. "Excellent story. I think it's my turn."

"Oh, I think my story was the 'tip' of the iceberg," Hermione replied.

Fleur didn't miss her focus on the word tip, nor did she miss her smirk widening. "Harry already told you," Fleur said.

"No, try again," Hermione said. Fleur looked confused.

"Invisibility cloaks are such useful tools," Harry intervened.

Fleur's eyes widened. "Damn, you were there. That's seriously … sexy," Fleur said, and to her surprise, she found herself actually admitting it.

Harry chuckled. "You don't even know half of it. Our little nerd here was sitting on the other sofa when you were giving me that delicious lap dance." Harry replied instead. "Though, to her defense, I had just fucked her into an orgasm, and she couldn't walk."

"Fuck," Fleur muttered, impressed. That was daring and sexy, especially since Harry didn't waste even a day after stealing one Weasley's fiancee, and moved on to the wife of another. Though, speaking as the wife in question, Fleur wasn't exactly complaining.

"It was beautiful, but not as beautiful as watching you surrender your back end," Hermione interjected, her smile even naughtier, though it might be about Harry's cock invading her deeper and deeper.

"You were there as well."

"Cloak," Hermione replied. "Unfortunately, that was all I was able to see."

That surprised Fleur as much as the others. "Why stop there?" Hermione blushed.

Harry intervened once again. "Because, our little slut here was worried she couldn't resist joining in, enough that the moment she had a chance to bet, she asked for a threesome with you as the reward."

"So you won," Fleur said, then her eyes widened as she remembered she had a bet of her own. One that she had been so confident to win, but as she watched Hermione jump up and down at his cock, she decided to ignore it completely. She might have somehow won if this was the last day, but with six more days, it was impossible.

She shivered in excitement. She didn't like losing, but spending a day following Harry's every order didn't feel like losing.

"No, I lost," Hermione said. "I bet that after covering you with cum, he wouldn't have much to spare. I was wrong."

"We even have evidence," Harry commented, once again making Hermione blush despite their position. Another stack of photos appeared, showing a very dirty — and a very sexy — Hermione.

"So you lost. Then, what was this about?" she asked, more out of curiosity than anything. And, it wasn't like she had anything to do while waiting for her turn.

"That was Hermione seducing you. Our little horny minx here was responsible for everything. I just played along. If she failed to arouse your interest, you would have been alone under me, moaning my name."

Fleur noticed Hermione's fragile gaze, no doubt afraid that, after learning everything, she would get angry and leave. To be fair, it was what she should do rather than being seduced by the fiancee of her brother-in-law; even though that title wouldn't stay true for long.

However, as she watched Hermione riding Harry with all the strength she could gather, already close to orgasm, she found that such ideas didn't have much hold. Since she already embraced hedonism, why keep herself back. "Well, at least I'll have a friend to take the heat. Maybe we can last longer if we can take breaks."

"Yes, he's a monster," Hermione moaned, her voice showing that she wasn't too far away from a climax. "I can't believe he managed to fuck me into a coma even after the morning you two had."

Fleur was about to answer, when Harry reached to grab her head, and pulled her close. "I think we have talked enough. We're three smart, capable people. We can come up with a better use for your pretty tongue."

"Yes, we just need to experiment —" Hermione tried to interject, only to die when Fleur pressed her tongue against her clit. The taste filled her mouth while excitement filled her heart.

He was right. This was better.