Fleur sat next to Harry while Lavender stood in the living room, her eyes gleaming with determination. She had taken Fleur's challenge to heart, and now she was preparing for what she saw as her victory, thinking that his immunity to allure would give her the victory.
"Well, let's see what kind of clothes you have in mind," Fleur said, adding just the slightest dose of disdain to her tone. Not exaggerated, just a touch. From anyone else, it would have been written off easily, but coming from her, it would work much better.
Fleur watched her closely, and noted the flash of anger on her face … followed by a sudden determination. "Oh, I have a few ideas," she said even as she looked at the corner, with no idea that she was walking right into Fleur's trap. "Harry, do you mind being a gentleman and conjuring a screen for me."
"Not a problem," he said even as he waved his hand, and a screen appeared. Fleur couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't the first time she watched him use wandless magic casually, but it never stopped being impressive.
From Lavender's quickening breathing, Fleur could see that she wasn't the only one finding that a sexy display.
Lavender said nothing even as she stepped behind. Fleur cast a modified silencing charm that would continue faking their breathing before she turned to Harry, a big smile on her face. "So, what do you think?"
"Not bad," he said, but Fleur found that his tone wasn't exactly filled with excitement.
"Really, that's all you can say," she added.
He smirked. "Well. You have to admit, after Hermione's show…"
His teasing smile told her that he was just teasing her, but that didn't prevent Fleur from frowning. She couldn't help it. Her pride didn't allow her to. However, before she could say anything, Lavender from behind the screen.
The moment she looked at Fleur and noticed her frown, Lavender smiled even deeper, no doubt assuming that her frustration was about the dress Lavender was wearing.
Though, she had to admit, the dress Lavender was wearing was impressive. It was a black, formfitting dress, but the fabric of it was more fitting to make a negligee rather than a dress that would be seen by others. Add in the deep cleavage it showed, it was certainly not something that an engaged woman should be wearing next to anyone.
Altogether, it was not what Fleur expected her to pick to start, but it was certainly effective. "So, Harry, what do you think?" she asked even as she took a step forward, displaying a slit that showed her leg and some of her ass.
It was a beautiful ass.
"Not bad," Harry said even as Lavender did a little spin. When the skirt fell down again, Lavender looked at Harry. However, the moment she did that, her smile fell down. It was his calm tone, Fleur decided, as if he wasn't impressed by what he was seeing.
Fleur was about to get angry at him for ruining it when Lavender looked at her, challenged back to her gaze. "Don't worry, I have others," she said before she moved behind the screen.
"That was rude," she said.
"Really? Why don't you keep me focused, then," he challenged.
"Oh, what a good idea," Fleur said even as she waved her wand, transforming her clothing at once, and she ended up in a tiny white dress, the kind a muggle model might wear to a very exclusive nightclub, though even they might not be daring enough to forgo underwear in this tiny dress. Especially since the fabric wasn't entirely opaque. "How about this?"
"A good start," he said, but Fleur was happy to note his gaze dipping down. Though, as she turned to the screen, she couldn't help but wonder whether she was pushing too much. Would Lavender see her and realize she was just baiting her for a threesome.
But, before she could come to a decision, Lavender stepped from behind the screen once again.
This time, it was enough to make Fleur gasp. She had to admit, of everything she expected Lavender to wear, a muggle-style bikini was not that. Especially one that was more string than fabric. There were only three tiny triangles, covering bare essentials while leaving everything else bare.
And, Fleur had to admit, Lavender had a lot to leave bare. She wasn't as beautiful as Fleur — and no, that wasn't arrogance, just confidence — but that didn't mean she lacked certain advantages.
Advantages like her rather expansive bosom, on almost full display, or her wider hips.
While Fleur was busy examining Lavender, she was doing the same to her; though her smirk showed that she thought herself to be the winner. Naturally, this was not the case. Fleur managed to hit a good balance between elegance and sexiness, but that didn't make the opportunity to 'strike back' any less valuable.
"Well, I don't think it's a good swimsuit," Fleur said even as she stood up, and started walking toward the screen. "Let me show you a good one instead."
"Oh, really," Lavender said. Then, as Fleur was next to her, she added a whisper that she clearly wanted to keep a secret from Harry. "A bit aggressive for an old, married floozy," she added.
Fleur appreciated the insult … as it allowed her to strike even more aggressively than she had been planning. She went behind the screen, and transformed her dress into a white one piece, one that looked far more modest than Lavender's … but with a nice surprise. She needed a nice surprise to twist the situation…
Or, at least, that was what she thought. But, when she stepped into the room, she realized the surprise was not necessary. Not when Lavender was already sitting on Harry's knee, with her hand caressing his hair.
Fleur smirked. Maybe she had been giving Hermione too much credit for arranging for a foursome, when all Harry needed was the barest of opportunity.
"You look … nice," Lavender chuckled as she looked at Fleur's outfit.
"It looks better when wet," Fleur replied. She had been planning to have a sexier reveal, but Lavender's escalation deserved it. She waved her wand, conjuring a small blast of water against herself … which turned her white one-piece transparent.
Lavender gasped even as Fleur walked toward them, and sat on his other knee. Lavender frowned. "Isn't it a bit much for a married woman?"
"Well, I'm wearing more than an engaged one," Fleur said shamelessly, happy with the way Lavender's emotion danced. Anger for her perfect 'victory' disappearing, shock that Fleur was willing to play the same game to win their bet without suspecting it was a ploy all along… And, most of all, the desperation of a gambler, one that has just lost their current hand, but already doing the mental arithmetics to convince themselves that the next move would win the game.
As Fleur played with Lavender, she understood why Hermione had pulled her little trick during the club — and the home party. It was a much more entertaining way of handling the jealousy of others, including the inevitable one Lavender would show if she still became a part of the Weasley family.
When she did become a part of it, Fleur corrected in her mind even as she smirked, realizing that Lavender wasn't exactly a woman of deep ethical convictions. Her story of how she ended up as Ron's fiancee was evidence enough.
"Oh, that's how you want to play, old lady," Lavender whispered as she leaned forward.
"I don't know what you mean. Did you forget that it's a bet all along?" Fleur whispered back.
Lavender panicked at the mention. "What are you girls whispering. Speak a little louder," Harry said, assisting Fleur quickly to maintain the mood.
"Nothing, Harry," Lavender said. "We were just saying that a swimsuit should hold well during physical exertion, to prevent any unfortunate accident at the sea."
A poor and transparent excuse to grab his hand and bring it to her breasts. But then they were already sitting on his lap, wearing swimsuits that would be exaggerated for anyone but a dancer at the strip club.
There was a limit to how subtle one could be…
"Good point," Fleur said as she grabbed his other hand, and dragged it to her hips.
Lavender growled with a challenging smirk. "Oh, let's see how much this married lady will play," she declared as she suddenly left her seat and crouched between Harry's legs, quick to unzip his pants, somehow thinking that she won.
Hermione had the right idea. It was very entertaining.
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