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While the fact that she had lost her bet on a technicality was annoying, Fleur didn’t let that bother her. Since her husband wasn’t at home, it meant that they were still at the Burrow, meaning she could still catch the latter end of the party.

Picking what to wear, however, was a bigger challenge. She needed something that could entice and tease Harry without making others suspicious. In other words, it was the exact opposite of the bet she had initially set up, but considering she had already lost that bet after dozing off in the bathroom after three explosive orgasms compressed in fifteen minutes, it didn’t matter.

The fact that she had lost rankled her far more than the eventual forfeit. As a veela, she was supposed to be the dominant party, but that turned out to be the exact opposite of the situation she was in.

The worst thing was that she couldn’t fight against it. She couldn’t take control in the bedroom unless she discovered a way to give him even more explosive orgasms than she was giving her. Against any other man, she could have just denied sex which would have turned them into putty in her hands … unfortunately, Hermione ruined that. Alone, Fleur was confident that she was far superior to Hermione, but she didn’t play fair.

As her most recent foursome had shown. Fleur acknowledged that she was arrogant, but even she wasn’t arrogant enough to confidently weigh herself better than a foursome — especially when two of the participants had tits that drove even Fleur crazy.

“Good thing I have an excuse to bring someone to our bed,” Fleur muttered even as she put on a simple blouse and skirt combo that she could adjust as necessary, though the real surprise was underneath. A garter belt, a shelf bra, and a very noticeable absence of her panties.

She was dressed for war. The fun kind.

When she apparated back, she prepared herself for a lot of inconvenient questions, questioning her about her lengthy disappearance and the change of her outfit. She expected Harry to cover her to a point, but she had a feeling that he would still let her sweat a bit.

To her surprise, when she returned, there was not one question for her. Instead, everyone was looking at Ron and … his fiancee.

Lavender Brown.

Her presence was as surprising as the ring she was displaying to Molly, who was circling the couple with a big smile, in a way Fleur had never experienced. For her, it was always snide comments and cold dismissal.

Nor did she remember Hermione ever getting that kind of reception.

Harry was the only one who noticed her arrival as she stood at the doorway, watching the commotion. Though, she wasn’t too surprised. While Molly was drunk in the excitement of finally getting a daughter-in-law she approved, the others were just flat-out drunk. Ron and William were laughing obnoxiously as they helped themselves to another glass of fire whiskey, and the rest of the Weasley clan wasn’t too far away.

“You’re finally here,” he said with a big smirk.

“Shut up,” Fleur said. Losing was bad enough without his subtle gloating. She pointed to the dining table. “What’s going on here?”

“Ron decided that Lavender was his true love all along,” Harry said with a shrug, but Fleur could see his utter lack of care. Not that she blamed him. From the perspective of the general public, Ron was a successful, decorated wizard and a war hero, which gave him a lot of clout, especially after Harry decided international travel was a better option than living in Britain, which turned him into the face of the new government.

Hermione should have been that person, but the magical public was hardly going to let a muggleborn take all that credit.

All that success meant that Ron had developed some unpleasant quirks that clearly annoyed Harry as much as they annoyed her. As for whether those annoyances justified stealing his fiancee, Fleur didn’t really care.

Harry didn’t seem to care either.

“I’m so sorry I missed the party,” Fleur said, not bothering to hide her utter lack of care. Luckily, Molly was too enamored with her newest daughter-in-law to shame her about it.

“A great loss. It was fun,” Harry replied, deadpan.

Fleur responded, and suddenly, they found themselves in their own corner, chatting happily while the rest of the family enjoyed their own fun, most of them too drunk to care about why they were standing too far away from the rest.

She had been surprised by the lack of attention at first, but Harry mentioned that he was using a spell to block the rest of the table from feeling her allure whenever it flared. The lack of unwelcome attention from Ron and the others made listening to Harry’s tales even more enjoyable.

However, as much as she enjoyed Harry’s stories — his wandering hands under the table helped — she couldn’t help but watch Lavender’s basking with annoyance. It wasn’t that she wanted to be in her place at this point after years of subtle rejection, but watching Lavender accept while all her early approaches had been refused didn’t sit right with her.

Too bad she couldn’t make them pay … or couldn’t she?

Suddenly, her mind went toward to the bet she had just lost, where she was tasked to seduce another beauty to their bed — well, any surface, really — as a price for losing. And, she couldn’t help but feel like Molly’s new favorite daughter-in-law was an excellent candidate. And, as an added benefit, it would make Hermione pay as well.

Fleur didn’t forget how Hermione set her up. While it ultimately ended up in a way she was happy with, it didn’t make Hermione’s move any less annoying.

The perfect situation to take down two dragons with one spell.

“Why don’t you join with the boys and give me an opportunity to get along with Lavender,” Fleur asked.

“You want to get closer to your new sister-in-law,” Harry said teasingly, his attitude showing that he immediately caught on to what she wanted to do. In a way, being read that easily was unsettling. It felt almost like being naked … but then, she had been naked with him many times, so it wasn’t a bother.

Fleur blushed, but it didn’t ruin her vicious smile. “Yes, very close. Just get Molly away, and I’ll handle the rest…”

“Compelling,” he said even as he walked away. Fleur watched as Harry had been accepted into the group, and a few suggestions were all that was needed for Molly to dash away. A few more words from Harry, and five minutes later, he led the men to the garden, pulling their brooms for a midnight Quidditch game, which left Lavender alone.

Fleur caught up to Lavender even as she followed the rest out, already decided on how to play the game. Though, even as she decided that she couldn’t feel a touch weird. All her life, she had been the kind of woman who thrived on competition. It wasn’t enough for her to merely succeed—she needed to win, to come out on top, to prove to herself and everyone else that she was the best.

Ironically, one thing that she had never been competitive in was the one topic that other women had always blamed her for.

Seducing men.

It was one thing that she had never had to fight for … until Harry. Not only she was doing that, but also she was turning that into a competition. Not the one she planned to start with Lavender. No, that was merely a pseudo-competition. Merely a bait.

No, the real competition was the one with Hermione.

And, she intended to win.