Ginny didn't know what to do as she watched Hermione and Harry in a concealed corner, safely — mostly safely — behind a ward, Hermione's panties pulled down below the bottom of her little skirt.

"Come on, it's just very exaggerated dancing," Ginny repeated, trying to convince herself since she couldn't see exactly what was going on. She could see that his hands were under her skirt, but it was impossible that he was fingering her. Right?

Worse, Hermione didn't push him away, not even once, showing she didn't seem to mind that. The only silver lining, no one else could see them.

Ginny bit her lips as she received an answer to her earlier question. The skirt moved to the side as she bent over, showing Harry's hand right above her pussy, showing that he was indeed fingering her.

"Impossible," Ginny murmured even as the question popped into her mind once more. Was there a chance that her dream was not a dream?

She was willing to write that dream off no matter how accurate Harry's naked body was because Dream-Hermione was a slut to an impossible degree. Yet, watching the real Hermione being fingered shamelessly behind the ward, in the corner of a dance floor, she realized maybe that degree was not that impossible.

Ginny never felt that confused … not when combined with what happened during the day. She wasn't under the impression that she was dating Harry, but there was a difference between that, and the realization that he was fucking her one of best friends at the same time — who was also her future sister-in-law.

Presumably.

"Maybe it was just a dream," Ginny tried to convince herself. Maybe she was reading the situation wrongly. But Harry answered that question quickly.

By sandwiching her between his body and a wall, lifting them up with her feet off. He was facing her as his hips pushed forward. She hoped that it was just dry humping as his pants were still in place as he pumped.

Technically, they could be doing some kind of dirty dancing. But then, she noticed Hermione's expression of bliss mixed with strain … the same expression Ginny saw reflecting from the mirror as she tried to take his monster in.

Just like that, Ginny received the answer to two questions. One, her friend was being fucked, and fucked aggressively.

Two, the dream was certainly not a dream. Hermione was taking him inside far too smoothly to be their first time…

Shocked, Ginny watched as the man that she had been making love with just a couple hours ago held Hermione tight, fucking her mercilessly. She was not only shocked by the show she was receiving … but her own reaction.

Her inaction was easy to explain. She had overindulged, and she wasn't confident enough to stand up. Harder to explain was her confusing feelings, particularly the wetness between her legs, getting warmer with each second.

"I couldn't be enjoying it, right?" Ginny murmured in shock, but another source of shock took its place before she could answer. Harry pulled her top down, exposing her bare tits. Ginny had seen Hermione naked before, but somehow, in this situation, it looked completely different.

Hermione didn't bother fixing it, but with her panties around her knees, her tits weren't exactly a priority. She looked happy to leave both as she put her weight against the wall, letting him inside her even as he drilled aggressively.

Ginny bit her lips as she grabbed her own thigh, her fingers digging deep. "I'm just trying to use the pain to push away the alcohol," she murmured. A bald-faced lie that she didn't even believe herself, even as her fingers climbed up.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're alone, don't tell me that your husband ditched you again," said a voice, and Ginny turned, only to see the helpful waitress that helped her before.

"Oh, no, don't worry about it. He just went to the bathroom," she answered. "But do you mind getting me a bottle of water," she said.

"Sure thing, sweetie," the waitress answered and went away, leaving Ginny to watch the show.

They had changed positions while she was distracted by the waitress. Now. Hermione was facing the wall, and this time, there was some distance between her and the wall. Her hands were still on the wall, but she had to lean forward to do that.

Harry was behind her. Ginny couldn't see his shaft, but It was clear that he was fucking her friend from behind … and doing it mercilessly if the way Hermione's tits swung wildly with every push. In comparison, the way he pulled her hair was almost kind.

Hermione's cries were certainly not. The club was too loud for them to be heard, but Ginny could imagine them nonetheless.

She remembered them from the last night.

"It's wrong," Ginny murmured. She wished that she was referring to what Harry and Hermione were doing. Unfortunately, she was not. The target of her question was her fingers, currently busy pulling her dress up to finger herself.

She refused to feel guilty.

"Here's your water," the waitress said, distracting her from her thoughts. "Your husband is still not here?"

"No, he'll be here in a few minutes," Ginny answered.

"Is he still with that … secretary," the waitress asked. "I didn't see, but someone mentioned they were together on the dance floor."

Ginny froze at the comment, then she remembered the same woman warning her about her 'husband' and her tight-assed 'secretary' doing stuff. She didn't have the time to detail it before Ginny chased her off, dismissing her concerns.

Concerns that took a different turn as she watched them fuck.

"Don't worry about it, but do you mind telling me exactly what they were doing today?" Ginny asked.

"Look at that smile," the waitress murmured in shock. "You really like your husband fooling around, right?"

Ginny wanted to argue, but considering she was about to start fingering herself while watching them, it was difficult to do. "Yes," she admitted.

The waitress shook her head in amusement. "I'm going to tell you, but only because you two are cute … despite your perversions."

Ginny nodded. "Well, they were in one of those private decks where you can sunbathe without others seeing," the waitress started. "Your husband was wearing trunks, his muscles glistening under the sun. He was sexy…"

Ginny listened as she described Harry a bit more, convinced that it would take only seconds to convince her to have a threesome. It would be a lie to say the idea wasn't tempting, but the situation was complicated enough without mixing a muggle.

Instead, she turned her attention to Harry while the waitress described Harry's body. A little redundant for Ginny, considering she was watching him in real-time, but still helped her arousal. He was still behind her, but this time, she had collapsed on the floor, on all fours, being taken like a true whore.

Not something Ginny expected. Not from the fiancee of her brother — the second least favorite one, Ginny had to remind herself to ignore the guilt of letting this happen — and certainly not from the legendary bookworm of Gryffindor.

It was always the quiet ones.

"How about the secretary?" Ginny asked, cutting the waitress' description of Harry short.

"Oh, she was delicious. She wore nothing but a tiny bikini bottom that didn't cover her huge ass, and it was shining with a lot of sunscreens. Your husband was on top of her, slowly playing with her body even when I was there, while she moaned."

"Did they … do it in front of you?" Ginny found herself asking excitedly, already fingering herself furiously. She looked at them. While the waitress talked, they changed positions. Harry grabbed Hermione's leg, and lifted it, giving Ginny an excellent sight of her naked body, including the way she was devouring his length.

The view somehow aroused them as much as having Harry between her legs. Something was wrong with her.

"Unfortunately, no," the waitress admitted. "The secretary dashed away hurriedly, like she had an emergency to deal with. But your husband left just a minute later. I have no doubt that he went to her room to fuck her. I made sure to look around, but saw neither of them walk around."

"Fascinating," Ginny murmured, partly to the waitress' — inaccurate — story, but mostly to the way, Hermione's naked pussy devoured Harry's cock again and again, invisible to anyone but her.

Ginny was tempted to cancel the spell that was keeping them invisible. She was the sister of Fred and George Weasley, and learned a lot from them about pranking. It was nothing less than Hermione deserved.

Unfortunately, despite everything, she didn't forget that they were still on a mission. Creating a scandal that included both of them had the risk of alerting the death eaters.

That, and she was still feeling the aftermath of her amazing date — she called it a date, but it was anything but that a date — filling her body with a glow that left her leaning toward a more peaceful solution.

Luckily, she already had such an idea. "Actually," she whispered as she pulled back her fingers and grabbed the waitress' hand. "Do you mind doing me a favor?"

"Sure, what do you have in mind?"

She stood up, confident that she could walk after recovering for half an hour — and arousal helped to keep her mind clear from alcohol, amusingly. "My husband should be here in a few minutes. Half an hour, tops. Tell him that I had too much to drink in another bar, and you carried me to my room."

Ginny smirked naughtily as she said so, convincing the waitress that she had something interesting planned.

And, she did… She would make both of them pay … well, she doubted Harry would dislike it, but Hermione was in for a fun surprise.