Chapter 2

Harry was split on her decision to look the other way as she pushed her bathrobe down, giving him a beautiful view of her back, accompanied by the occasional glimpses of the sides of her breasts whenever she shuffled a bit, her bushy brunette hair mixing beautifully with her back.

In a way, it prevented the amazing view of her breasts he might have been getting.

On the other hand, it gave him a chance to fix his pants and reposition his legs to hide his raging erection — after all, she still needed to believe that he wasn't able to see her show, and his boner would have changed that story.

"Is it just me, or is this the longest we've ever gone without anything new happening. No death eater intervention, no surprise, nothing," Hermione murmured, though Harry recognized her attempt as a way to cover the awkwardness of the situation.

She was clearly feeling uncomfortable in the silence following her action. Her sigh of relief when Harry opened his mouth only confirmed that. "Well, it's not like every day can be an excitement. The less event, the better, we can focus on our search," Harry said, doing his best to sound casual.

Like he wasn't affected by the sight of her naked back.

"Yeah, but it feels weird," Hermione answered, before the discussion turned casual. Harry did his best to contribute to the discussion, though keeping his voice even was one of the greatest challenges of his life.

And, considering his life, it was not a simple statement.

He talked and talked as her hands danced on her beautiful skin, covering her arms with lotion, though his heartbeat started to quicken as her hands finished her arms and focused on her torso, covering her breasts with the lotion.

Harry wished that he had a way to make her turn, to get a glimpse of her beautiful breasts. Unfortunately, that was hard to do without ruining her beautifully growing anger.

And her anger was growing, mixing with the frustration of her half-naked state, the movement of her hands getting faster and faster. He knew the reason for it was more to do with her lack of success at getting him to react to her plan.

She was always anxious to chase success.

"Harry," she said with a throaty tone. He was sensitive to her moods greatly, which was why the moment she used his name with that tone, he recognized that she wanted to escalate. "I can't believe Ron thought that we would do something like cheating!" she followed, growling, but her tone was still throaty.

A spectacularly sexy mixture.

"Yeah, I can't believe it, you're like a sister to me. It's completely unimaginable," Harry said, playing his role perfectly. A part of that role was not to mention that adult sisters didn't sit on the beds of their brothers and sexily covered their tits with lotion.

The way she froze at his words was beautiful enough to put a smirk on his face, but knowing her enough to predict her next action, he did his best to erase that smile.

Just in time, Hermione turned, a frustrated expression on her face as her hair flew. It took everything Harry had to keep his gaze on her face when her sudden turn finally revealed her glistening breasts to his gaze, showing that his goading was even more effective.

"Of course, just like a sister," she growled, followed by a whisper that he managed to barely catch. "At least this time he didn't forget I'm a girl," she murmured, referring to their fourth year. "Completely harmless," she added with a louder voice as she looked away once more — which, unfortunately, once again deprived him of the beautiful view.

"Naturally," Harry answered calmly, curious just how far his apparent disinterest would push her right at that moment.

"Exactly, he's such a silly boy," Hermione murmured, her voice even throatier. "Thinking that we could ever solve our stress by relying on something carnal, like our bodies wrapped together, sweaty and hot, going back and forth to solve it. Nonsense."

As she spoke, she stood up, and started walking toward the door, the firmness of her steps the greatest indicator of her frustration.

He preferred that, because it gave him a chance to recover his wits, gulping, trying to resolve his suddenly dry throat. Her throaty voice worked even better than her half-naked body to enflame his arousal, and it was good for her to miss that fact.

After all, he needed her frustration to escalate further.

Still, he determined that it was the most he would get for the moment, before she went to her room and started thinking once more. Which was good, as it would have given him a chance to solve his raging boner.

Yet, this time, she managed to surprise him. Right at the doorway, she stopped, pausing just enough to warn him before she turned, displaying her glistening breasts to his gaze. It took all his considerable willpower not to react to that, remembering that he was supposed to be near blind, and unable to see her.

"By the way, it's your turn to do the laundry, right?" she asked.

"Well, I trust your memory," Harry said, acting like the naughty way she bit her lip was unseen taking all of his ability.

"Excellent, do you mind washing this as well," she said and removed her robe, throwing it on his bed.

Revealing herself in full glory.

Harry didn't know how he managed to hide from gulping as he saw her, more than at any other time. Her body was shockingly flawless, with pale skin, breasts made perfectly for his palms, and long, toned legs.

And, most importantly, her beautiful core, completely clean, displayed an inviting beauty with its wetness.

"Of course not," Harry managed to answer, though if her satisfied smile was any indicator, he wasn't able to hide his hitch from her as well as he would have liked.

"Excellent," she said as she turned, slowly sauntering back to her room, her ass shaking alluringly at each step.

It seemed that his little ploy would be more painful than he had first expected.

Hermione was breathing hard as she closed her door behind her, doing her best not to slam it close. Only halfway to her naked walk, she realized the absurdity of what she was doing.

She was lucky that he was effectively blind without his glasses.

Still, as she sat on her bed, she didn't make any urgent motion to dress. She had to admit, it felt nice to remind her friend that she was not just one of the guys. Hermione felt a bit bad. It was not fair to Harry…

But she needed all the help she could get after being abandoned by her boyfriend in the middle of their mission — and since he was yet to return, it was clear that his abandonment was clear.

And, she would be lying that suddenly revealing herself didn't feel exciting. There was a thrill to revealing herself, one that she didn't taste before. And, Harry was the perfect target without his glasses.

Pity that he would be wearing them for the rest of the day.

"But … is it the only way," Hermione said as she suddenly walked to her wardrobe. First, she pulled a hidden box, filled with a variety of frilly and lacy items of various colors. She had packed them to reward her boyfriend once things developed to a certain point — though it seemed useless.

She was tempted to wear them, curious whether he would be able to repeat his statement about her being like a sister while she was wearing one of the sexier pieces she had picked. A gulp of panic later, she banished that thought, and continued digging through her wardrobe to find something less interesting.

After some digging, she found a tank top, which was a modest piece of clothing when she had been wearing them constantly a few years ago, and some elastic shorts she wore while she was doing yoga.

She was about to reach for her underwear, but then decided against it. Not that she would actually go out without it, but she wanted to see how she looked.

"A sight to behold," she found herself muttering as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her tank top was straining badly, exposing far more skin than she was used to. Nothing sisterly, with the way her nipples were pushing against her top.

"Maybe I should go without a bra," she murmured even as she pulled her shorts down, and put on some underwear first. Unlike her top, there was no question of maybe avoiding underwear, not with the way it stick to her body like it was painted on.

There was a reason she only wore it while exercising privately.

Still, she made a compromise by picking something random from the box — ending up in a lacy black piece — to wear under her shorts, to feel even sexier.

"I look hot," she murmured as she looked at the mirror once more. "That will show Harry dismissing me like that."

She felt that, for some reason, that was not an appropriate thing to say, but excitement and anger were a devastating combination, enough to make her ignore that, instead leaning against the makeup table.

She needed to make sure her attractiveness was clear.