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The next morning, Harry woke up with two clear feelings. He was ashamed that he had watched the porn video with the stepmother look-alike not once, not twice, but three times during the previous night. And he was very determined.

He was determined to prove that the woman in the video was not his stepmother. Deep down, he already knew it was impossible, but he needed proof. It was the only thing that could dispel the unpleasant feeling that had been with him since the first viewing. It was the only way to close the door he had accidentally opened and return to thinking about his stepmother in the proper way.

He also knew that he would need help. The first thing Harry did after waking up was log into Erotic Gate and check if the user "darkstorm" had sent him a message back. They hadn't, and he doubted they would. If he wanted to prove that his stepmother wasn't the woman from the video, he had to take another route, which required trusting someone more familiar with the topic.

It was a weekday, which meant that his stepmother had already left for work before he went downstairs. She had made him a cinnamon roll for breakfast, and he ate it quickly as he walked to the door.

Harry headed to Hermione's house, which was literally right next door. He knocked, but wasn't surprised when no one came to the door, given that both her parents worked during the day. He let himself in, as he had done many times before.

Hermione's room was the second on the left upstairs. Harry opened her door without thinking and immediately regretted it. She was sitting in front of her computer and webcam, shirt and clothes off, wearing only a bra and panties. She let out a surprised sound and looked over her shoulder at him.

Hermione was attractive. Her hair fell straight to her shoulders, slightly tamed thanks to potions, often worn in a simple braid. Her skin was tanned and flawless. She was tall for a girl, with a large bust and a perfect ass. The lingerie she wore was lacy and see-through, and she hastily pulled an arm over her chest when she saw Harry looking at her.

"Sorry," he said, quickly turning around.

"Who's that?" asked a woman's lightly accented European voice from the other side of Hermione's live stream.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "I'm in the middle of something!"

"Harry..." repeated the strange woman.

"He's...my friend," Hermione said. She looked embarrassed but also anxious, as if she was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

"So, your boyfriend?" the woman asked.

Harry opened his mouth to correct the misunderstanding, but Hermione spoke before he could.

"Yes!" she said. "He's my boyfriend! And I need to talk to him privately for a moment. Sorry, Fleur. We'll have to finish this later if you don't mind?"

"I understand," the woman said. "I'll be waiting for you, Hermione."

Hermione quickly ended the session and sighed in relief. On the floor next to her lay a robe, which she grabbed and pulled on, frowning as she turned to Harry.

"Sorry," he said. "I knocked. Just at the front door, instead of the bedroom door."

"Next time, be more careful," Hermione said. "This could have been much worse."

She shivered and shook her head slightly. Harry scratched his head, wondering how to approach what she had just said.

"You said I'm your boyfriend," he said slowly. "We've never even kissed before, Hermione. I thought we were just friends."

"We are!" Hermione said quickly. "It's just... complicated. That was Fleur. She's one of the first people who started donating to my erotic stream."

"Okay," Harry said. "I think you'll need to explain a bit more."

Hermione sighed. She walked over to the bed and sat down on it. Harry joined her, feeling much more open to the situation than he expected. He guessed it was probably partly due to his own recent troubles in the confusing realm of amateur pornography.

"At first, I didn't really know what I was doing," Hermione said. "I told Fleur too much about myself and let her get too close. She's kind of like... a creepy, sexual French lesbian. She keeps trying to buy me a plane ticket to take me to her apartment in Paris so she can..."

Hermione blushed and covered her face with her hands.

"Hey, it's okay," Harry said. "I'm glad you're telling me about this."

"You're the only person I can tell," Hermione said. "No one else knows I do this. That's why I said what I said."

"You mean about me being your boyfriend?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded. "I thought maybe if Fleur thought I had a boyfriend, she would stop pushing for me to meet her in person."

"Why don't you just block her?" Harry asked.

"She knows where I live," Hermione said. "She somehow found out who my parents are. She also gives really good tips, but I could get money from other, safer clients. I'm more afraid she might tell my parents. That would be a nightmare."

"I can imagine," Harry said. "That's the kind of thing most people would want to keep secret."

Most people, including his stepmother? Harry tried to push the thought out of his mind.

"So you don't mind?" Hermione asked. "Being my pretend boyfriend? It's just for Fleur, and you don't even have to do anything."

Harry hesitated, realizing that her situation was the perfect starting point for his own request.

"I'll do it in exchange for a favor," he said.

"Of course," Hermione leaned in a bit closer. "Anything, Harry. What is it?"

He opened his mouth but suddenly found the words stuck in his throat. Hermione couldn't give him a better answer to his request, and he didn't have to worry about her telling anyone. They were best friends and trusted each other. She would keep his secret.

But how would she react? What assumptions would she make about him based on what he was about to tell her? What would she think?

"I found a video online," Harry said slowly. "A porn video. With a woman who looks very similar to someone I know."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "I know a few of my streams have leaked and been re-uploaded, but..."

"Not you," Harry said. "Someone else. Jesus, how do I even say this? It's...my stepmother."

Hermione's mouth formed a small circle, and her eyebrows shot up. She covered her mouth with her hand, but Harry couldn't tell if it was out of surprise or to stifle a laugh. His face immediately began to warm, and he considered trying to play this whole mission off as a joke.

"Oh, wow," Hermione said. "Huh."

"Don't get me wrong!" Harry said. "I just... I found it by accident. And I don't even think it's her. The hair color is wrong, and the woman in the video wears glasses."

Hermione slowly nodded, giving him a curious, slightly judgmental look.

"Come on," said Harry. "Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds. I just watched the video and got confused, and I didn't know what to do."

"Of course," said Hermione. "Harry, I understand. And I promise not to jump to conclusions. Besides, I already knew you were a bit of a pervert."

"Pot calling the kettle black," muttered Harry. "So, will you help me? I just want to find proof that the woman in the video definitely isn't her."

Hermione nodded. "In exchange for being my pretend boyfriend? I think that's a fair trade."

She extended her hand, smiling mysteriously. Harry shook it, feeling relieved to have both her help and a friend he could confide in.

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