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Hermione felt herself tremble in shock as she caught the gaze of the blonde in front of her, her satisfied, conniving gaze was enough to confirm that it was not the poor, innocent Tonks, whose most evil idea was to change into her looks to get a moment with Harry with herself.

The one in front of her was the Slytherin slut, one that had committed an unforgivable crime. Even thinking about it, Hermione was having trouble breathing, and trembling.

First that, now trying to get with Harry.

She needed to be punished. Hermione reached for her wand, but before she could touch it, Harry prevented her. Not by casting a spell to disarm her. Or even by asking her. No, he just shook his head, but that was enough.

"Harry, please," Hermione gasped. "You can't have a snake-like her here," she added at the risk of sounding like Ron. "You don't know what she had done to me."

Harry smirked, which annoyed Hermione, making her feel like she had been being dismissed. "And, pray tell, what exactly she had done?"

"She…" Hermione started before she fell silent, even thinking about it angering her. "She … she tried to sabotage my final charms paper. I-imagine, if that evil slut succeeded, I might have received just an E…" she said before she fell silent.

Remembering that not everyone gave the education the proper weight.

"Oh, what an unacceptable sin," he said as his smirk widened, grabbing Daphne's waist before he pulled her onto his lap. "It looks like you deserve to be punished."

Hermione didn't know who he was referring to. Technically, he must have been referring to Daphne … but considering he used his wandless abilities to pull a chair for her and pushed her onto it magically, while Daphne got to lay on his lap, both naked, she felt like she was the one being punished.

The speed Harry's hand landed on Daphne's ass further confirmed it. It was a soft spank, one that didn't even make any sound, followed by a long caress. Worse, he kept his gaze fixed on her, leaving not even the slightest doubt that it was a punishment for her.

That was worse enough, but as the second playful spank landed, Daphne turned to look at her, her expression victorious, making her feel even more conflicted.

Hermione had to admit, Daphne had been a dangerous opponent to her when it came to classes, often ending up the second. She was able to defeat her always, but sometimes, the margin was closer than Hermione would have liked. Yet, none of those close calls Hermione had seen Daphne bragging prematurely. She had always waited, poised to strike the moment her defenses were down.

Meaning, she had a good reason to believe that Hermione couldn't just convince Harry to discard her.

Not exactly good news. She hated to admit it, but she felt somehow resentful. After all the times she had helped Harry, being his best friend, it was hard to believe she couldn't convince him to discard one annoying Slytherin blonde.

After all, it wasn't like she made any problem with any of the other girls. She even helped him with Tonks.

Well, she thought, blushing, and realized that help was not the correct term there. Shared was a much more appropriate word. Curse her habit of being linguistically accurate.

Worse, even as a part of her wanted to rage, a bigger part of her knew that the resentment she was feeling was temporary. He made a decision, and as his best friend — and a lot more — she would do her best to comply with it. Her momentary anger didn't change that.

However, thinking that was hard with Daphne watched her with a smug expression, almost mocking, as if she was trying to anger her —

Then, it clicked. Of course, Daphne was trying to anger her. She wanted a reaction, so that she could invalidate Hermione in Harry's eyes. Hermione had no doubt that it wouldn't work. Harry wouldn't just discard her after everything.

Yet, she still suppressed her anger. Not because she was afraid of the nonexistent consequences, but because she didn't want to give Daphne the satisfaction.

She was the better one in class no matter how much Daphne tried to sabotage her. And she would be the best one for Harry. She leaned back and decided to enjoy the show.

Luckily, she had a lot of practice in enjoying the show while Harry worked on other girls. Never one she had despised so intensely … but that was the difference between the practice and the real exam.

And, she had a lot of practice for this.

For a moment, she said nothing, just leaned back and enjoyed the show, happy to see Daphne's expression slipping a bit, enough to confirm that her lack of victory bothered her. Unfortunately, she also noticed her expression shifting back to pleasure whenever Harry's hand landed on her ass, easily confirming that her arousal toward him was real.

It would have been so much easier if she was trying to fake it.

While Daphne enjoyed her spanking, Hermione turned her attention to her body. Not to enjoy her body, but to take note of her weaknesses. Her first target was her chest, expecting to find them smaller than hers. They were still smaller, but barely, surprising Hermione. She had always thought that Daphne had smaller breasts.

It must have been the robe that concealing them. Then, Hermione continued to examine her body more and more, comparing their bodies aggressively. In the end, Hermione decided that she had a decisive advantage when it came to hips, and decided to join the show.

She decided to stretch a bit. She made a show of shuffling in her seat before speaking. "Do you mind if I stretch while I watch you punish her?" Hermione asked with a deliberately sweet voice. "It's still early, and I don't want to feel stiff all day."

Daphne frowned, realizing that she had a plan, but she didn't care about that. She only cared about Harry's response. "Of course, go ahead," he said. "Actually, let me help you with your clothes," he added. Hermione wanted to interrupt, as she had been planning to use her skirt strategically, but before she could make that decision, he waved his hand, once again showing his incredible magical control.

As her clothing transformed, her potential argument transformed with it, as her clothing turned into an extremely thin and tight pair of yoga pants that looked like they were painted on her, and a sports bra that would have gotten her kicked out of even the most permissive gyms.

"Thanks," Hermione said as she stood up and leaned against her chair, turning her back. Losing the view was a bit of a pity, but it was not about enjoying the show. It was about showing Daphne who was better.

With that, she went through a few stretching moves that displayed her superior assets to the best effect, aware that Harry was looking at her. Then, she turned her gaze down to see Daphne frustrated while she got Harry's attention.

Frustratingly, she wasn't as torn up as Hermione had been expecting considering she had managed to lose Harry's attention even when she was lying on his lap, naked. Oh, Daphne was frustrated slightly, but nothing much.

She had seen Daphne reacting worse to a typo that didn't affect her grade.

Something was wrong.

Yet, Hermione said nothing, and continued her show. If there was one thing she had learned from her endless study sessions, grind was the solution to most problems. She went through difficult poses that put her flexibility to the limit — making her glad that she had been challenging herself on that aspect for the last few months — while Harry's hungry gaze made her feel much better.

Daphne's moans while Harry fingered her ruined her mood a bit … but that was the fight she had entered. She wasn't going to surrender while she was clearly winning.

She went through more and more moves, while Daphne did her best to moan louder, but she failed to hold Harry's attention. His eyes were all on her…

She could feel victory closing in. A moment later, Harry pushed Daphne off his lap, which confirmed her victory further.

Amazing step. She would have loved his push to be more dismissive than gentle … but she would take what she could get. She lacked the strength to call him on that. Instead, she took a step forward while looking at his arousal. "You look like you have a problem with that," Hermione said. "Do you mind if I handle that while Daphne goes and takes that shower she needs? She's sweaty."

Hermione expected a comeback, but Daphne just smiled. "Good point," she said while Hermione crouched down in front of Harry, ready to show her abilities.

"You'll see," Hermione whispered, soft enough that only Daphne could hear due to their proximity. "I'm much better at this than you. You'll lose to me in another thing."

Unfortunately, they weren't as useful as she had hoped. Daphne just smirked as she leaned forward. "Good, it'll be difficult for me to serve him properly as my pregnancy progresses. It'll be good to have a handy slut. I was afraid that I had to call Tracey."

With that, Daphne stood up and walked away, her naked hips swaying, leaving Hermione frozen.

Surely not, right? However, before she could ask any questions, Harry grabbed her head and pulled her down. "Now, help me solve the problem you created," he said, and her throat was once again filled with his presence.

It couldn't be true?

Could it?