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As Harry pulled her down, Hermione was still feeling the impact of the bomb Daphne had dropped. She wanted to ask Harry to clarify, but her mouth was currently occupied, making that impossible.

Leaving her with her own thoughts to solve the issue. First, she tried to convince herself that it was just a mean prank and nothing else, something similar to Daphne's tricks before the exams, trying to sabotage Hermione's performance to make herself look better.

She managed to convince herself of that for a fleeting moment, and then her gaze rose to catch Harry's beautiful emerald eyes. "Is something in your mind, Mione?" he asked. Just like that, she lost her confidence in her earlier assumption.

His voice was simply too soft, too teasing, like he knew something that would shock her, but keeping it back. She wanted to ask him that … but he pulled her deeper.

For a moment, she thought about pulling back and asking that question directly, but after a momentary thought, she changed her mind.

If what Daphne had said was true, she needed to do her best to keep her position. She had to be the best, which meant a lot of effort to keep her position despite that slut Daphne doing the unthinkable.

And, if that was a lie, there was no harm in keeping Harry happy.

After all, Daphne was hardly her only problem. Fleur was getting more and more active as well.

"You're doing excellently, sweetie," Harry said as he passed his fingers through her bushy hair. "Like you have something to prove. I like it."

Hearing his tone, Hermione suddenly found herself more willing to believe to the unpalatable one out of the two alternatives, no matter how much she didn't want to believe. It was a problem, but not an insurmountable one.

She would handle it like she did every single problem she faced. Working hard and studying. She just tightened her grip on his legs, ready to show the first part of her commitment — and glad that she had been reading to show the benefits of the latter.

She pushed herself down, filling her throat with his presence completely, staying there as she hummed and gulped, knowing just how well those worked on him while he was safely in her throat.

"Damn, girl. That's new," he gasped, his voice strained enough to show just how impactful her new trick was. Her smile spread widely, the elation of her upcoming victory making her ignore the discomfort and repeat the trick once again, until he filled her throat with his seed.

"Incredible," he said as she pulled back, doing her best to gulp down every drop, happy with her victory. "Continue like this, and you'll stay as my favorite despite the baby," he added.

And, just like that, her smile was gone, replaced with a serious expression. She wanted to rage at his stupidity … but then she remembered she wasn't entirely being careful about that as well. She applied the necessary charms afterward, but she should have just treated it as forcing him to do his homework and taught him about the necessary spells.

What was done was done. She ignored her desire to cry and rage pointlessly, and instead sat on his knee, enjoying the warmth of his skin. From the way he delivered, Hermione could sense determination, which allowed her to skip several dangerous and unhelpful topics.

Instead, she sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his waist. "I hope you learned a lesson from that, Harry," Hermione murmured as she buried her head in the nook of his neck. "But don't worry. I'll do my best to help."

"Really, won't you be busy?" he asked.

"With what?" Hermione asked as she raised her head, only to catch his mischievous gaze, realizing the trap too late.

"Your own baby, of course," he suddenly said as he flipped her, and suddenly, she found herself on her back, being invaded once more.

"Harry, no. No baby," Hermione said, blushing furiously as he declared that. "Not until we can finish this stupid war, at least," she added with a bad blush. "I'm not like Daphne. You need me for the war."

"Well, look who has an overinflated sense of self," was the answer she received, but it didn't come from Harry. No, it came from Daphne, standing at the doorway, wearing a towel that was just small enough to be tantalizing, wrapped around her body carelessly — or at least, carefully worked on several minutes to give a sense of careless wrapping while displaying her assets perfectly.

A move worthy of a Slytherin of her caliber.

"I don't know what you are talking — about," Hermione said, which would have been delivered bitingly if Harry hadn't chosen to push in halfway, invading her core. "Also, do you mind, we are doing something private here."

"Nonsense," Daphne said as she closed in, her walk sexy enough to make a model jealous, telling her that she really needed to up her game. "You watched my show, so it's my turn. I get to see if what they say about bookworms is true."

Hermione said nothing, but Harry just smirked and gave her a little shrug, telling her that it was her fight. Hermione sent a frown in return, which only made him smile wider.

Alright, she would show her how it was done.

"Well, if it's a lesson you want," Hermione said as she grabbed Harry's shoulder and flipped their position, with a warning glare to him telling him to play along. The kind that she reserved for true emergencies like he decided to skip studying the night before the exam … or this.

Even with all the changes he had gone through, he knew not to cross her when she was truly determined.

"Let's start with the proper riding technique," Hermione said as she put her hands on Harry's chest, and started moving softly, her smile growing as she noticed Daphne's sudden jealous glare.

Hermione was too smart to miss that reason. Even with a baby on the way, Harry didn't truly trust Daphne. Oh, he dominated, he protected, he controlled … but trust, that was different.

It was something that only she could give him, something she proved again and again by standing with him despite the biggest obstacles, against the monsters and sadists alike, and by accepting every aspect of his personality he revealed.

Even though, this year, it had been tough at certain points, but Hermione persevered … and her reward was under her, writhing in pleasure as she did her best to move her hips the way she had learned in that strip club visit — and hadn't that been an interesting experience — and practiced incessantly afterward.

She danced, watching as Daphne reddened, her face displaying a beautiful mixture of jealousy, shock, and desire. Yet, none was as beautiful as the understanding, echoing the times that she realized she had once again ended the second best in the exam no matter how many tricks she pulled.

Just like those times, she realized that the trick she pulled wasn't enough to overcome the endless effort Hermione put into the task at hand. Whether it was the exam, or her relationship with Harry.

"Pay attention, he really loves this," Hermione said as she leaned forward to nibble his neck before climbing up, leaving a kiss on his cheek … then continue going higher, burying his face between her tits, earning one last amused glance from Harry before he was buried into her assets, her hips still dancing.

"Oh, really," Daphne growled, doing her best to stay calm, but Hermione could see her expression was cracking.

"Of course. It's really fun—" she said, interrupted by a moan as his lips clamped around her nipple, earning a loud cry from her. "Sorry," Hermione added as she deliberately lowered her gaze to her breasts, which, even with the help of the pregnancy, wasn't enough to match hers. "I didn't mean to mock you with a trick you can't pull."

It was fun to rub her superiority over her … especially when Harry was doing his best to drill her, solving her frustrations through the rush of pleasure.

"Oh, don't worry. I have my own … tricks," Daphne said, her fingers dragging along her stomach, however, her victorious expression slipped off her face when Hermione didn't give her the satisfaction she wanted.

After all, what was the point of getting annoyed with something she couldn't change … she just needed to focus on the things she could control, and it would be enough.

"I'm sure you have," Hermione answered but said nothing else as she focused her attention on her hips, using every single trick she had learned from Crystal and applying those on Harry, one that earned a loud groan as he filled her insides. 'You just need to work hard to make sure you don't end up the second best once again," Hermione added, then chuckled. "Assuming you can climb up that much."

With that, she leaned to kiss Harry gently. "Don't forget that we have promised Fleur a party," she added as she pulled back, enjoying Daphne's shock.

"F-Fleur," Daphne stammered.

"Yes, the French Champion, the absolute stunner with the veela blood," Hermione answered, her smile widening with every word. "But don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to be better than her … or a metamorphmagus auror with a habit of changing whatever Harry wants. You're Daphne Greengrass, after all."

With that, Hermione turned and left, ignoring Harry's soft chuckle, happy that she was the victor in the first round.

However, she was aware that, with the unique advantage Daphne had, the battle was far from over…

She was ready for it.