Chapter 62: Evidence

It took a while for Hermione to answer while she sat across Fleur and pondered on what to do at the sudden offer. "E-evidence of our love," Hermione stammered after a lengthy consideration. Fleur just smiled, her expression predatory.

"Of course, call this mysterious spy here, and I'll make sure that he could be trusted with you." Hermione didn't react, so Fleur pushed for more. "Either that, or go convince another person. I'm sure Hogwarts students will be more willing to trust a Slytherin."

Hermione didn't even notice the fact that Fleur wasn't supposed to know my house. Of course, it could have been a guess, but still, Hermione was ordinarily sharper. Instead, she continued to look at Fleur, shocked at the request. "Right now?" she finally asked.

"Why wait?" Fleur said.

"What if he's busy?" Hermione said.

"Then tell him to make time," Fleur answered. Hermione opened her mouth to answer, but then sighed. After all, that was her mission, and she was only shocked by the way Fleur asked for my presence rather than Hermione convincing her.

She was never particularly quick on her feet.

"Alright," Hermione said as she sent a magical message - luckily using something less attention-grabbing than a Patronus. I sent her an answer, telling her that I would arrive as soon as possible.

"Good," Fleur said as she stood up and started to walk. Hermione didn't react, assuming Fleur would change for the company. At the stairs, Fleur stopped and looked back. "What are you waiting for? Don't tell me you're going to greet your lover in those drab clothing."

"I… was," Hermione answered.

"Nonsense, follow me," Fleur said, her tone brokering no argument. Without the allure addling her mind, Hermione might have rejected the invitation, but with that, she obediently followed.

I was just behind them, watching the convoy. When Hermione arrived, Fleur was already digging her wardrobe, revealing some of the more interesting items from her wardrobe. "Undress," Fleur ordered.

Hermione walked toward the bathroom, but Fleur stopped her. "Come on, 'ermione, we're both women. No need to feel shy," Fleur whispered throatily. "Don't tell me you can't handle a little nudity."

Hermione looked at her, shocked, her blush getting deeper as she struggled to get her rollercoaster of emotions under control, trying to decide what to do.

"Don't tell me you're shy," Fleur said with a derisive laugh that was designed to anger Hermione. At the same time, Fleur pulled off her top, leaving herself half-naked. "Better?" she asked, her tone challenging and smug.

Hermione's growl of anger was a thing of beauty as she quickly shed her clothing, each article of clothing landing on the ground with a bigger impact. After having sex outside more than once, she had a better approach to nudity.

Still, she took a deep breath when she ended up nude, trying to maintain her brave expression while she tried to keep her twitching arms from wrapping around her naked body. Instead, she raised her head in a combative manner as she took a step forward to the wardrobe.

"Much better," Fleur answered with a chuckle. She didn't make a move to remove her shorts, but the way they were wrapped around her body, hardly changed anything. "Now, let's pick something interesting for you," she added and raised a long red dress.

As Hermione grabbed it, I realized it was not a dress, and Hermione made the same realization a few seconds later as she raised it up. "T-this is not a dress, this is lingerie!" she gasped.

She was right, as the red outfit was certainly lingerie, and not a modest one considering just how transparent it was. "Of course, 'ermione," Fleur answered, her accent deliberately exaggerated. "Without it, 'ow else you're supposed to show your love."

It finally clicked for Hermione. "You don't mean… making love," she said, her gasp beautiful enough to almost tempt me to shed my invisibility cloak and join them.

"Of course," Fleur said, acting like she had been just talking about the weather. "What else could you mean by showing your love?"

"T-that's not love!" Hermione protested. "That's lust!"

"I'm French, we don't believe in love without lust," Fleur answered with a simple shrug. Though, as she did so, she made sure to shake her body aggressively, her tits dancing in a way that imprisoned Hermione's attention for a long moment.

The allure and her beauty were a dangerous combination.

"Of course, you don't have to wear it if you're a coward," Fleur added, which, once again showed that, despite all her bookworm reputation, the hat had been correct when it put her in Gryffindor. She was more than impulsive enough. Hermione put it on immediately, which made her look even more naked than her birthday suit.

"Better," Fleur said as she examined Hermione. "Now, let's go down and greet him, and you can show me your love.'

Hermione sent her a challenging glare, but that glare didn't survive long when she realized what Fleur had said. "Wait a minute! What do you mean, we!"

"I'm going to watch, of course," Fleur answered, her smirk getting even wider. "Otherwise, how can I be sure you're not faking it. I need to see your love and passion first-hand to be convincing."

"This is absurd! You're married!"

"So," Fleur answered confidently. Her marriage had already disintegrated, but Hermione was unaware of that fact. "It's just watching. Of course, it doesn't count as cheating. At least it doesn't in a more developed country. Maybe this backwater world has different rules."

Hermione froze at her words. She opened her mouth to argue, but that died just as quick. It wasn't like she hadn't had sex in front of others before, which made it much easier for her to accept - though I didn't doubt for a second Allure removed a long fight and made her nod in confusion. "M-maybe," Hermione said. "If you think your husband would be alright."

"Oh, he'll be more than alright," Fleur said, though her tone suggested that she was referring to me rather than poor Bill Weasley who was currently in Egypt, drinking away his sorrows.

Hermione just shook her head in confusion, unable to mount a better defense as Fleur passed her a pair of stilettos to complete her outfit. "Now, sit, I'll do your hair and makeup," Fleur ordered.

Hermione followed, being attended by a naked Fleur in front of a mirror, which didn't help her to calm down the slightest. Fleur smirked as she applied daring makeup on Hermione, one that looked amazing… but also made Hermione look like a whore.

A very well-paid one, but a whore nonetheless, especially combined with her outfit. She clearly carried a grudge for Hermione's careless words the night before.

Poor Hermione.

"Don't move," Fleur warned as she slapped Hermione's ass, hard, making her flinch. Helpless, Hermione obeyed.

"Good, let's get ready and wait for him there," Fleur said and started dressing. First, she put on a pair of heeled shoes, the kind that was even taller than Hermione's. But, when she reached for the next piece, Hermione's gaze widened. "You can't be serious!" Hermione gasped.

Due to the angle, it took a moment for me to see what Fleur had pulled from her wardrobe. It was a white bustier, one that looked considerably more substantial than I expected. But, when Fleur put it on, it barely covered her nipples, showing that Hermione's complaint was not exactly empty.

While Hermione was busy choking in shock, Fleur pulled on a pair of shorts, this time satin rather than elastic, once again pure white. They didn't hug her body like the previous ones… yet they looked much sexier. "You can't be serious," Hermione gasped as she looked at Fleur.

"Of course I am, you can't expect me to dress like a frumpy housewife, I'm not British," Fleur said, acting like being French explained everything. It did not, of course, but Hermione was too shocked to argue properly.

I decided to intervene at that point, and cast a spell to ring the doorbell. "He's here," Fleur said smugly. "Let's go and meet with him."

"Not while you look like this!" Hermione gasped.

"Don't tell me you don't trust the strength of his love," Fleur countered with a smug smile, but this time, Hermione just crossed her arms and looked at her angrily.

"Look at you. What you're wearing barely qualifies as underwear. Do you think you can go there practically naked?"

"Why not, it's not like he'll look anywhere but you," Fleur said smugly, knowing just how inaccurate her statement was and enjoying every second of it.

She was truly vindictive.

Hermione glared at her as she spat, "No. No way!"

"Fine," Fleur said dismissively as she reached her wardrobe once more, and pulled a robe.

"Better," Hermione growled, missing the fact that the small satin bundle of cloth in Fleur's arms wouldn't substantially help. I rang the doorbell again, and Hermione started running toward the stairs. "Don't come down without putting the robe down, or else!" she shouted, unaware of just how little that robe would help.

Though, as Hermione disappeared, Fleur put it on, and checked her reflection with it on… only to frown and reach toward her wardrobe. I cast a silencing spell and apparated to the door, not wanting to ruin the surprise…