I was at the door with my cloak tucked away when Hermione opened the door.
"Wow, that was not the way I expected to be greeted," I murmured as I let my gaze dip down, taking a view of her excellent body, one that concealed nothing, just adding a red hue to her sexy body. I might have already seen that, but that didn't mean my display of fascination was fake.
She was a beautiful woman even wearing her frumpy nerdy clothes… but dressed in the spectacular manner she had been displaying, looking at her was a true pleasure.
"S-sorry," Hermione muttered as she ducked her head, blushing hard. "Things had gone… out of control a bit."
"Oh, really," I said as I took a step forward and hugged her. "Not that I'm complaining, but what exactly led to this situation." As I spoke, I dragged my arm through the side of her body, enjoying the softness of her nightie and her skin.
"Well… Fleur was a bit difficult to convince when it came to trusting ex-death eaters," Hermione said, throwing a glance to make sure she didn't offend me. I just smiled.
"That's to be expected," I said even as I brought my hand down and cupped her ass, leading her toward the living room as I did so. She might have found my familiarity with the location weird… but she had bigger problems, like explaining the absurd situation she was in. "But how exactly her lack of trust led to this."
Hermione took a deep breath, which did some nice things to her amazing and barely covered breasts. "She believes that there's only a reason for someone to betray the winning side."
I chuckled. "I'm guessing she didn't mean a principled stand against war crimes."
Hermione responded with her own nervous chuckle. "No, she did not." Then, she took a deep breath. "I shouldn't be surprised that a whore like her only believes in the power of sex."
I said nothing as I sat on the couch and pulled her on my lap. "And, I'm guessing she wants to see the evidence in her own eyes."
"Yes," Hermione answered, a sigh escaping her mouth. "You better-" she tried to add, but this time, her tone was sharp, no doubt about to deliver a warning about Fleur, one that I killed by focusing on her neck. I didn't want to listen to a lecture when I could do something much more interesting.
I focused on teasing her, ignoring the temptation to push her down.
I ignored it, because tonight was about Fleur, giving her a chance to take revenge for not just the last night, but all the times Hermione acted like a jealous bitch against her.
I wanted them to get along, and Fleur needed her own pound of flesh before burying the hatchet. I focused on Hermione's neck, making her moan, until a familiar voice called.
"Wow, maybe you're actually telling the truth," Fleur commended as she looked at us from the top of the stairs. Hermione turned toward her as well, only to gasp in shock.
Understandable, as Fleur's choice of outfit even surprised me. She had completely foregone her top, and while she had been wearing panties, they were hardly anything that could be called substantial, more lace than fabric.
She had tied the sash tightly around her waist, keeping the robe close, but that didn't help as much as it might have implied. The thin robe not only molded around to her body like a second skin, but also it was small enough not to connect fully at the center, creating a thin but deep cleavage.
The robe was short enough to leave her long legs completely exposed, and her current angle as she climbed down the stairs handled the rest. I couldn't help but imagine how she would look from behind wearing that and bending over, but that would have to wait.
"Wow, are you sure that she's here to watch and not show off," I whispered to Hermione's ear, which angered Hermione.
"F-fleur, what are you wearing!" Hermione gasped.
Fleur smirked as she climbed down. "I'm wearing the robe just like you explicitly asked and I promised," she declared shamelessly as she climbed down the stairs, a response that left Hermione speechless even after I stopped teasing her and wrapped my hands around her waist gently instead.
Hermione just growled in anger as Fleur moved, the sash of her robe loosening slightly with each step. "Make sure to keep it closed, at least!"
"Sure, if you want to be a prude," Fleur answered dismissively, not bothering to hide her chuckle even as she adjusted her robe - and managed to make that moment incredibly sexy.
I made sure my appreciative look was clear enough that Hermione noticed it, which only made her more furious. But, before she could say anything, I addressed to Fleur. "I think it's the first time we're officially meeting," I said, not bothering to hide my amusement, confident that Hermione would misread the reason.
"Yes, a pleasure to meet the man who had been captured by our resident bookworm," Fleur answered, her tone dismissive enough to make Hermione shuffle in outrage. An outrage that kept her silent, especially as I did absolutely nothing to conceal my appreciative look at Fleur, making Hermione notice it.
While Hermione poked my side in anger, Fleur finished her walk and sat on a single chair, crossing her legs slowly enough to give a weaker man a heartache.
"A pleasure for me as well," I said, then hugged Hermione's waist tighter. "What can I say, she's a special lady," I said as my hands rode up, cupping her breasts. "How can anyone actually believe someone like her is inferior, I can't even imagine." But, even as I did so, I kept my eyes on Fleur, annoying Hermione even more.
"Oh, I can see that you're really fascinated by her," Fleur said as she shuffled in place, her satin robe riding up her hips to give an even better view of her body. I looked at her revealed ass, and Fleur smirked smugly, looking at Hermione victoriously. "Though you're a bit distracted…"
"Maybe try to keep your robe in place," Hermione bit back.
"Sorry," Fleur said, her smile getting even wider. She shuffled in her place to act like she was trying to fix her robe, but while doing so, she tugged her robe. It covered a small amount of her hips, but not enough to make a difference.
Especially since it deepened her cleavage even further.
"Better?" Fleur asked, her expression even more smug. Meanwhile, Hermione just growled in anger, showing just how little she cared about Fleur's non-apology. Fleur ignored that as she turned her attention to me. "So, about your spying activities, what exactly do they entail, and why do you need my help?"
"Yes, explain it," Hermione said immediately, clearly wanting to get this over as soon as possible. Not because she was uncomfortable with her state of undress, but because she was uncomfortable with Fleur's relentless flirting. That was clearly not what she expected when Fleur wanted to watch…
"Our biggest problem is that not many people trust me due to my unfortunate family name," I answered, acting like I missed Hermione's level of discomfort.
"Yes, I can understand that kind of prejudice," Fleur answered as she leaned forward slightly, pushing her chest out to further enhance the view of her nipples, which were getting harder every second… a development that showed excellently on her amazing top.
I had to admit, she was impressive while managing to act like she was unaware of just how deep of a view her new position gave us down her robe, her cleavage getting even more prominent due to the position of her arms pressing them together.
As Hermione growled, once again, I celebrated Fleur for her choice. It was just enough to drive Hermione crazy while somehow managing to maintain at least some plausible deniability.
"So, what exactly do you need from me," Fleur said as her smile grew. "I'm guessing you don't expect me to work as your secretary or something to bring information."
"No!" came the answer, but it was Hermione that did so, her jealousy clear. Admittedly, considering the show she watched me as I treated my 'mysterious secretary' her reaction was understandable.
Too bad it was already too late.
"Honey, I'm talking," I said as I slapped her ass, hard enough to make her yelp. Then, while Hermione growled in anger, I turned my attention to Fleur. "As much as I would love to have you around, wearing a tight pencil skirt, that's not what I need. We just need someone that will receive some anonymous messages from me and bring them to the Order." I chuckled. "I would have used Hermione-"
"Oh, I think you're using her pretty well," Fleur cut in, which didn't help Hermione's mood any.
I chuckled as I continued like nothing had happened. "Unfortunately, Hermione is busy with some really important missions. We need someone that can manage constant contact with the rest of the Order."
Fleur sighed as she leaned back, acting like she was thinking hard, her eyes closed. However, it was just an excuse not to notice just how much her robe shifted as she moved. Hermione's growl of anger showed that, but Fleur deliberately missed it.
"I think it's really important. And you're clearly trustworthy-" Fleur answered as she opened her eyes, but before she could finish her words, Hermione interrupted.
"Oh, no, I can't ask that of you," Hermione said as she stood up. Then, she fell onto her knees, and looked at Fleur. "Just sit there and watch… while I prove our love!"
Jealous Hermione was the best.