Air Drop.

As they parted, a bird fluttered overhead, dropping something into their midst. They looked down to see a peculiar plant, covered in bright pink bulbs. Before they could react, the bulbs burst open, showering them in a sticky spray. The Lust Spitter Plant had found its mark.

The potion from the plant hit their bare skin, and they felt an immediate, intense surge of desire. Harry's eyes locked onto Hermione's, and he knew he had to have her. He reached for her, pulling her into his arms, his hand cupping her breast as he kissed her deeply. She gasped into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.

Fleur watched, her own arousal growing as she saw the raw passion in Harry's eyes. She leaned in, her hand caressing Harry's back, then sliding down to grasp his firm buttock. The three of them were lost in a tangle of limbs and moans, the firelight dancing across their sweat-slicked bodies. The jungle around them seemed to pulse with their desire, the very air charged with it.

They kissed and touched and explored each other's bodies, their inhibitions stripped away by the potent potion. Harry felt as if he had been waiting for this moment for an eternity, his hands roaming over Hermione's curves, feeling the heat of her skin against his own.

Hermione, in turn, couldn't believe the sensations coursing through her as Harry's hands wandered down to her most intimate areas, eliciting gasps and whimpers from her parted lips.

The intensity of the moment grew, and Hermione found herself straddling Harry's hips, her own desires taking control. She looked into his eyes, a silent question hanging in the air, and he nodded, his own need mirroring hers. She sank down onto him, their bodies joining in a way that seemed almost predestined. The feel of him inside her was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through her that made her moan.

Fleur watched with a mix of curiosity and arousal, her own hand drifting down to stroke herself. The sight of Hermione riding Harry, her breasts bouncing with every movement, was incredibly erotic. She leaned in, her lips capturing Hermione's in a kiss that was as passionate as it was hungry. The two women kissed deeply, their tongues dancing as Hermione's hips moved faster, grinding against Harry in a primal rhythm.

Their eyes never left each other's, the connection between them palpable as the jungle sounds grew louder. Hermione's breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples peaked and sensitive to the cool air. She leaned forward, her hands on Harry's broad shoulders, and kissed him again, her tongue slipping into his mouth as she rode him. The heat between them was unbearable, their bodies moving as one in the frenzied dance of passion.

A) Fleur takes a seat. (On Harry face)

B) Harry flips Hermione over and Fleur sits on Hermiones face

C) Doggystyle

D) Add