"It looks like you're not very lucky tonight, Susan," Hermione giggled. "Just half an hour, and you've already lost another piece."

"Shut up," Susan muttered. "I'm still not sure that you're not cheating."

"Don't be a sore loser, Susan," Hannah intervened, giggling with Hermione. "You're just playing too carelessly."

"It's easy for you to say. You still have your shirt," Susan grumbled. Hannah nodded, acknowledging her point. She was the only one who still had their shirt and skirt at the table. Hermione had removed her shirt, leaving the task of containing her tits to her lacy bra — a task that the slightly transparent top was not really suited for — while Susan had already stripped to her underwear.

It was made especially worse by the fact that Susan had a lot of accessories she had got rid of before during their strip game, while Hermione had been dressed far more sparsely. However, Susan was too enthusiastic to catch Hermione bluffing and teach her a lesson, and Hermione punished her for it repeatedly.

"Then you should play better," Hermione said with a chuckle.

"Maybe later," Susan said as she stood up. "I need to visit the ladies' room first."

"Again?" Hannah said. "Are you sure you're feeling well?"

"It's the wine," Susan said, then looked at Hermione. "And, Miss Perfect here might have ruined some of the appetizers. I'll probably be gone for a few hands."

"Do you want us to wait?"

"No, continue," Susan said graciously. "I don't want to ruin your fun, and I'm clearly behind." With that, Susan walked away, only in her underwear. Susan's set wasn't sexy like Hermione's. Merely a beige, functional set that covered as much as possible, prioritizing support over style.

An understandable concern, as Hannah certainly suffered from the same problem. Having big boobs was certainly not worth the hassle.

Still, Hannah was glad that the stripper was already sleeping safely. While the set she tried to cover as much as possible, it didn't mean it succeeded. It was still too revealing.

"Sorry about her. She's a bit prickly today," Hannah said once Susan was gone.

Hermione shrugged. "Too bad. It would have been fun to watch her dance with the stripper." Hannah blushed at the idea, especially how it might follow. She didn't know what she would have said if Susan had done that and followed it by inviting her to a dance. "Let's play," Hermione said.

They played two more rounds, which finally cost Hannah all of her accessories, including her shoes and socks, but her shirt was still in place. Hermione, on the other hand, lost her skirt. However, just as she was about to start a new game, her gaze was locked on the bookcase. "Hannah, did you…" Hermione started, only for Hannah to blush horribly before she could even punish.

Hannah knew that she was bad at subterfuge, but it was a personal worst even for her. Hermione didn't even need to finish a question. She dipped her head, expecting Hermione's anger for invading her privacy.

"I'm sorry," Hermione said.

"Wait, what?" Hannah replied, surprised. It wasn't the response she had been expecting. "Why are you sorry. I'm the one who invaded your privacy."

"Doesn't matter," Hermione said. "It wasn't like Ron's betrayal was secret. But, it doesn't mean you have to see Neville with that woman as well. I mean, you might have given him permission to go that far, but that doesn't mean that you want to see him … that close to another woman."

"T-thanks for your concern, but it doesn't matter," Hannah said, happy with Hermione's misunderstanding. The situation was bad enough without admitting Neville's lies. She wanted to change the topic. "Let's play another round."

She played quickly and aggressively, which wasn't the best idea. Soon, she had been stripped to her underwear, but a lucky hand cost Hermione her bra. To Hannah's shock, Hermione didn't even blink before getting rid of it.

Hannah couldn't help but blush at the sight, particularly since Hermione seemed to be utterly confident baring her naked breasts. "It's just the girl's night, nothing you don't have," Hermione chuckled as she shrugged, which made her tits jiggle. Hannah couldn't help but compare them to hers.

Hermione was not as big as her, but that didn't mean her tits weren't attractive. Hannah had to admit, they were certainly more elegant.

"Still, what if that … dancer decides to walk by, and get a drink."

Hermione chuckled. "Not that we need to worry about it, but it's not like anything he hadn't seen before," Hermione said with a chuckle.

"What?" Hannah gasped, shocked.

"Which part you have having trouble with," Hermione said with a chuckle, like she hadn't said something shocking.

Only when Hermione pointed, Hannah even realized that there were two parts to her statement. "Both," she whispered.

"Well, let's start with the latter part," Hermione said. "I don't have anything he hadn't seen before, because I had received his services when I was alone, to make Ron pay for his disrespect."

"You did?" Hannah said.

"Of course," Hermione said. "Doing that with Lavender was bad enough, but also he lied about it. He told me that he didn't touch anyone, treating me like stupid and disrespecting our relationship at the same time."

"And, you made him pay by having a lap dance," Hannah whimpered, shocked by her daring. Yet, also jealous. Here, she was in the same position as her, and she could only swallow it silently.

"Not exactly. Can you keep a secret?" Hermione said. Her predatory smile scared Hannah, so much that she wanted to refuse it. Yet, before she could even answer, Hermione waved her hand and summoned another stack of photos, which was pulled from a random book in her bookcase. "Here," she said.

Hannah couldn't help but gasp as she looked at the pictures, each of them showing a naked Hermione, with a … manhood taking an important part, covering her with…

Lost in her shock, Hannah didn't even pay attention to Hermione standing up and walking behind her. Only when Hermione leaned over her, pressing her tits against her back, she flinched. "This is my favorite," she said as she reached one photo, one that showed Hermione's open mouth, filled to the brim, spilling to her tits.

The same tits that were pressing against her back.

"As for the first part of my earlier sentence," Hermione said lazily.

Under the current circumstances, where she was looking at Hermione's naked pictures, Hannah found it hard to remember them immediately. "About why we shouldn't fear the stripper barging in," Hannah muttered after thinking for some time.

"Yes," Hermione said. "It's simple. We don't need to worry about it as long as Susan is still absent."

Hannah's eyes widened. "You don't mean?" she gasped.

"Yeah, why do you think Susan is going to the bathroom so many times. If her stomach was actually bad, she could have just asked for a potion."

"Yes, but … maybe it's not as serious enough to require a potion," Hannah defended Susan, but even as she said it, she knew it wasn't convincing.

"And, how does it explain the sudden pink spots on her ass, and why her lips were so puffy, almost bruised?"

"No," Hannah gasped, shocked. Though, her shock wasn't enough to make her forget Hermione's naked tits pressing against her back. She wasn't comfortable with such closeness. "She won't."

"Alright, why don't you go and check the corridor, then. They are either in my bedroom or the bathroom."

"I … I shouldn't," Hannah muttered.

"Look, I understand your determination to follow Neville's wishes as he followed yours, but there's no harm in looking. Technically, you are trying to make sure nothing happens to Susan," Hermione said, then paused as she stood up, though still patting her head. "Still, I'm jealous. You have such a loyal and honest boyfriend. So different from my bastard ex-fiancee."

"Yes, Neville is the best," Hannah said, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. She still couldn't believe that he had lied to her, about such an important topic even. Did he think that it would stay secret forever despite the fallout from that party?

Or, maybe he knew that Hannah would learn it, but he didn't care. Hannah couldn't help but chuckle darkly. Why should he, when he had nothing to fear. Weren't she just here, next to two friends who would understand her dilemma, yet rather than asking for their support, Hannah was trying to sweep the thing.

All because she was a coward.

"Yeah," Hannah muttered suddenly. "You're right. There's no harm in looking."

Right?

"That's my girl," Hermione chuckled as Hannah stood up, only to hug her. Hannah would have normally hugged back, as she was an even bigger hugger than Hermione, but the same wasn't true in their relative state of undress. "Go and bust them," she added.

Hannah walked away quickly, but not quickly enough to escape Hermione's playful slap to her ass. It was too much.

As she walked forward, traversing the corridor, she didn't know whether she wanted Hermione to be right, or wrong. If she was wrong, nothing would happen. And, if she was right, she would see her best friend doing … things with a male stripper.

While walking, she was leaning toward it being wrong, but that changed when she stood in front of Hermione's bedroom door. There was absolutely no sound coming out, but when she looked through the keyhole, she saw a completely different scene, showing her that the silence was the result of a charm.

She was stuck there, her mind shouting her to retreat, while her instincts disagreed wildly….


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