Harry Joins.

"I know, I am." Harry's voice was thick with want as he climbed onto the table, positioning himself between Hermione's legs. He took over from Fleur, stroking Hermione's inner thighs as he leaned in to kiss her.

Their kiss was deep and passionate, their tongues exploring each other's mouths as if reconnecting after a long absence. Hermione could feel Harry's erection pressing against her stomach, and she reached down to wrap her hand around it, her own excitement growing.

Fleur took the opportunity to spread Hermione's legs wider, her own slick hands caressing and teasing her pussy. Hermione moaned into Harry's mouth, her body already primed for more pleasure.

"You two are incredible," Hermione murmured, her eyes flicking between Harry and Fleur. "I've never felt so...so desired."

Fleur chuckled, her hands never stopping their delicious torment. "You're a goddess, Hermione. And it's our pleasure to worship you."

With a final, lingering kiss, Harry pulled away and positioned himself at the entrance of Hermione's pussy. He slid in, filling her completely, and she gasped as the sensation of being filled by him once more overwhelmed her.

Fleur didn't waste any time, her mouth closing around Hermione's clit, her tongue flicking and teasing it mercilessly. Hermione's hips bucked, and she cried out as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm.

"Fuck, Harry," she panted. "Fuck me harder."

And Harry did. He pounded into her, his cock hitting all the right spots as Fleur's mouth worked its magic on her clit. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wetness of their bodies, and their mingled moans.

Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasure built and built, until she was sure she couldn't take anymore. But she didn't want it to end. She wanted to drown in the feeling of being loved and desired by these two incredible people.

Fleur's hands moved to her breasts, pinching and playing with her nipples as she continued to lick and suck at her clit. Harry's hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with all his might.

And then it was too much. Hermione's body shattered into a million pieces, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. She screamed, her voice echoing through the room, as her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock.

He groaned, his own release following swiftly. He pulled out and spurted his cum over Hermione's stomach, mixing with the gel and sweat that already covered her.

The three of them lay there for a moment, panting and spent, their bodies sticky and warm. Then, with a chuckle, Harry leaned in and kissed Fleur. "Thank you for taking such good care of my girl," he said.

Fleur grinned. "My pleasure, Harry. She's a delight."

Hermione watched them, her heart racing. She had never felt so alive, so free. This was a memory she would cherish forever.

"Now," Fleur said, her voice still breathless, "I think it's time for a real bath." She winked at Harry. "We can't have you leaving here sticky, can we?"

The three of them stood up, their bodies sliding against each other as they made their way to the large, sunken tub. It was filled with steaming water, scented with lavender and jasmine.

They climbed in together, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. Harry pulled Hermione into his arms, her back against his chest, as Fleur sat opposite them, her legs straddling Harry's.

They basked in the warmth of the water, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. It was a moment of perfect harmony, one that Hermione knew she would never forget.

A) Fleur has more clients.

B) Hermioe invites Fleur to join Harry and her on a walk around the castle.

C) Fleur gets a request to join someone for a night of sex. (Who?)

D) Add.