An easy Hermione(And Fleur)

The first month was easy and smooth for Ron and Hermione. Ron asked Hermione out, she said yes, and they acted disgustingly sweet with dates and pet names. Although thankfully FAR more tasteful than the whole Lav-Lav situation. Ron could say he might truly love Hermione, her smile, the way she would argue with him before laughing, and yes her very hot body.

It scared Ron somewhat how that love made him want to see Hermione WRECKED on Harry's cock even more. The fact the most they had done was some handy-shenanigans only helped. Hermione was for Harry to claim, not him...even if Hermione didn't know that yet.

Harry's month wasn't as smooth, but was far more fun. Fleur came back, and asked to talk to Harry. The two vanished for a week with only the occasional letter to let everyone know they lived. After that they emerged and Fleur was near unrecognizable.

Wearing fishnet undershirts and underwear, SMALL skirts, obviously heavy makeup, and high heels, Fleur hung on Harry's arm like a whore with her pimp. And she was VERY vocal about how much she loved him, and the sex. Lots and lots of sex. Of every kind. That she was very much not shy about at all

And that was when Fleur gave them the turning point, Ron getting Hermione some fishnet leggings to try, just to see if she liked them. Because Harry sure did.

The day Hermione wore said leggings changed it all. Harry rained her with compliments about her legs and butt, and despite her blushing protests she couldn't stop him, nor did she really want to. And then he grabbed Fleur and took her to nearby closet.

Loud **** noises could be heard, as was Harry moaning "Hermione!" for 15 long minutes. When they emerged Fleur's hair and make up were a mess, she had cum on her chin, and she was beaming in delight, while Harry merely looked happy.

Over the next few hours this cycle of praising Hermione, closet with Fleur, and relax until repeat was danced by Harry several more times. And when they had to leave, he groped Hermione's ass.

From that day forward Hermione's wardrobe mysteriously changed, fishnets wherever possible, all shoes were now heels, heavier make up, and no skirt that even kind of reached her knees. And Harry just praised, and groped, her more.

By the end of the second month Hermione was hanging off Harry's arm almost as much as Fleur, and the three were snuggling in the common room couch (Ron had no idea why Fleur was allowed into the school, or why Harry got a private suite of his own for him and Fleur, but he didn't argue it at all). Ron cleared his throat. "'Mione? It's date night." He told her meekly.