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Harry froze for a moment, between handling his shock and enjoying the view, leveraging the fact that both girls were too distracted to notice the opening of the door. He walked in and shut the door, his cloak on to conceal him from their view.

They were experienced, but Harry didn't need to hear them talking to know what they were doing. He caught Ginny's bright green eyes, taking a glimpse inside as she trembled under Fleur's touch, excitement, and fear in equal amounts.

"I'm so happy that Harry allowed me to take revenge," Fleur said in her memories the moment Harry disappeared, dragging her away to the muggle side. She had the courtesy of conjuring a set of clothing for her — an extremely revealing set — as they glided through the streets, often using magic to change her clothes.

Ginny might have missed, but Harry could see that Fleur only made her walk in extremely daring clothes with no men in sight, showing that she had very much understood the lines Harry was drawing.

He browsed the memories as Fleur dragged her into an upscale lingerie store, forcing her to try a great number of fascinating pieces, spanking, hugging, and caressing her in between.

Expertly keeping her on the edge, though Harry suspected a few select spells and her allure played a role in her current state.

No wonder she was trembling that badly, he thought in amusement as he once again took the sight of the show as Fleur's finger wandered over Ginny's surprisingly amazing cleavage, perfectly complemented by her black and red underwear that didn't even cover her rock-hard nipples.

"P-please, let me cum," she whispered after a moment, delirious and needy.

"Oh, not before 'arry arrives," Fleur whispered back, her accent flaring along with her vindictive speculation.

"M-mercy," she whispered.

"Oh, little girl, you should have thought about that before you decided to spend all your summer insulting me behind my back. Did you think I didn't hear them, or I lacked the courage to retaliate?"

Ginny was in no position to answer, but Harry thought the second was likely the case — and not too unjustified, considering she needed his help to even start despite sharing a house for more than a month.

Still, Harry didn't interrupt them, watching Fleur play with Ginny. Seeing her in lesbian predator mode was a particularly interesting mixture of entertaining and arousing.

He wanted to see more of it. And, while it was unlikely for Fleur to suddenly change her pattern after waiting for him for so long, so he closed in, still invisible, and whispered into her ear. "Why don't you start giving me a show," he suggested.

She flinched, but considering it was far from the first time they had used the invisibility cloak in their private fun, she adapted before Ginny — poor, distracted Ginny — noticed what was going on.

Harry pulled a step back, though rather than turning to Ginny, Fleur walked away, fumbling with her bag. Harry might have complained, but the sight of Fleur bent over, her ass displaying perfectly, was more than enough to cut any complaint short.

He was glad for his choice when she rose, with a crop in hand, made from the same white leather.

She was prepared.

Fleur walked back to Ginny, who was distracted by her own need to pay attention to what Fleur was pulling. And, after that, Fleur kept the crop behind her back, hiding from her as she stood in front of her.

This time, when Fleur's hand landed on her bosom, her touch didn't linger on her cleavage but squeezed her breasts aggressively instead, squeezing them aggressively enough to earn an explosive moan.

Yet, even then, Harry was surprised when Fleur leaned down to capture Ginny's nipple between her lips, earning a confused moan out of her, far more than anything they had done during their shopping trip.

Ginny's confusion was palpable, and Fleur's hand disappearing between her legs didn't particularly help. Yet, the pleasure in her moans was intense enough to steal any question she might have otherwise had.

A finger disappeared inside her, then turned into two, pumping inside her just like Harry had been doing earlier the day. Ginny closed her eyes, desperate to climax, Fleur's magical tricks making it a hopeless objective.

Yet, it worked enough to distract her as Fleur rose. Her left hand was still in place, but unlike Ginny, Harry paid attention to her right hand, which was raising the crop.

The white leather crop landed right onto Ginny's stomach, hard enough to make a cracking sound, yet soft enough to make Ginny cry in a confused manner rather than just pained. "Little whore," Fleur declared happily as it cracked on her skin again, enjoying her position even more than Harry expected.

Clearly, Fleur was using the opportunity not to tease-torture Ginny, but also to discover some interesting things about her. Interesting things that contrasted rather amusingly with her submissiveness toward him.

He wondered how she would react against Hermione, especially since she had discovered a great number of other things about herself in the process, but it was a decision for later. Instead, he waved his wand, conjuring a blindfold for Ginny, expecting her to blame Fleur for it as he discarded his cloak.

Fleur looked at him, her excitement clear. Harry gestured for her to continue as he closed in the distance, and just as he stood in front of her, pulled her panties down.

Revealing her glistening core.

"Are you going to listen to my orders?" Fleur asked as she whipped Ginny once more, whose moans worked wonders to push Harry to full mast.

Fleur smiled as she pushed her perfect bubble ass back, not showing even a hint of an attempt to take control, once again highlighting the dichotomy of her preferences, her submissiveness, and her desire for domination in a surprising alignment.

Harry pushed his hips forward, slipping into her wetness slowly. Fleur tried to hold her moan, but that failed greatly.

She was lucky that Ginny had more important things to focus on, maintaining her little cover. "Yes. Now, please, just let me cum," Ginny begged needily.

"Not yet, you have a bit more punishment to take first," Fleur said as she pushed her hips back, taking him even deeper inside.

"P-please," Ginny gasped as Fleur's hand started to have free reign over her body. "I did everything you have asked for all day."

"Good, you'll do some more," she whispered. "You just need to be pleased that you're doing good."

It took all he had for Harry to hold back his chuckles, entertained by Fleur's attitude even as her hips danced obediently for him. He let his hands dance over her body, caressing the edges of her breasts before reaching her hair, clenching a fistful of blonde hair, parting her pretty lips in a pained moan.

As his hips moved forward, Fleur started to lose her sense of control, her punishment getting less and less intense. Her pleasure was still more important than her newfound rewards.

Though that didn't matter much, when the crop landed on her body, Ginny moaned once more, the mixture of torture she was enjoying had broken her limits. Harry might have let her suffer under the torture a little more, but he had a long day already.

Fleur was more than enough to keep him occupied before sleep.

So, he waved his hand, dispelling the spell that was keeping Ginny from reaching her climax, which was all that was needed for her to finally push from the edge and explode into a chain of moans and trembles.

Ending up collapsing unconscious, the mixture of her explosive climax and the exhaustion of the day incredibly devastating.

"Harry, why did you—" Fleur tried to question before it was interrupted by a moan, realizing that he had dispelled the spell.

"Well, it's clear that you had played with her enough," he said as he grabbed her hair, pushed her on the floor, and grabbed the crop off her hand.

"It was for you —" she started, only for the crop to land on her ass.

"That's an exaggeration at best, sweetie," he said with a chuckle. "You had clearly enjoyed the shopping trip, and not just as a preparation."

"But—" she started, only to fall silent as the crop landed on her ass again.

"I don't have a problem with that, sweetie. It's good that you had fun, but now it's time to pay back that fun."

Her mouth opened, only to fade into another moan as he invaded her core aggressively…

A good way to end a spectacular night, he decided…