Harry said nothing for a moment, enjoying the way the girls looked at each other, their shock growing with each passing second. Penelope even sent a glance to the door, like she was considering running away, clearly not processing the fact that she had been 'caught' by one of the students that had idolized her back in the good old days when she was the head girl, her future filled with hope.
A great difference from finding herself as a waitress in a strip club, in the process of slowly turning into a stripper.
He would make sure to turn her into his private dancer, of course, but corrupting her more without revealing that fact was certainly more fun.
"Girls, don't you know that us men have fragile egos. Mine would soon wither if you two continue to ignore me," he said with a chuckle.
"Harry!" Hermione gasped, almost - but not quite - as urgent as the times she tried to admonish him for not doing his homework in time. After all, despite everything they had done, Hermione had her own priorities, priorities that her new amorous habits could hardly change.
"What, Hermione. I thought you would be more comfortable with a familiar face in such an organization. But if you're merciless enough to send the poor girl back to the crowd, forcing her to defend herself…"
"Of course not!" Hermione answered, quick to panic, then turned to Penelope. "Sorry," she whispered.
"N-not your fault," Penelope said, her voice despondent. "I'm the one who found this job to make a bit extra cash."
Hermione looked concerned, but Harry had no intention of letting the night devolved into a sad mood. Instead, he walked toward the large seat where they could watch the show that was going on downstairs, and he didn't neglect to grab Hermione's waist and drag her with him as well. He sat down first before pulling her on his lap - which, considering the way she dressed, was an extremely provocative sight.
"Harry!" she gasped.
"Don't worry, Mione, there are no strangers here," he said with a chuckle before turning to Penelope. "Isn't it so, sweetie?" he asked.
"Of course not," Penelope answered, but Harry could see that it was the habitual reflex of a waitress, giving the one that would keep the customer happy. She would be much happier to get away, a move that was impossible - not because Harry was forcing her to stay here, but because it was her own financial struggles.
Harry had to admit, he was satisfied with the performance of the sandy-haired witch, especially since rather than complaining or bargaining, she just walked toward the mini bar in the room, and started preparing drinks - her small dress straining to hide her body as she leaned forward, once again giving a glimpse of her skimpy panties that came with her working uniform.
Though, her lack of concern was not too shocking, considering just the night before she had been on his lap, giving a semi-public lap dance that ultimately left her topless - while her coworkers were giving a much more salacious treatment to Sirius while almost nude - and sent her under a table, sucking him good enough to give another meaning to the title of Head Girl.
After that, serving some drinks in a private room wasn't as challenging. Especially since she clearly assumed that Hermione's presence would restrict Harry from acting too aggressively even though they were in a private room.
That was completely misguided, of course, but Harry didn't bother telling her that. She would learn that soon.
Not too soon, however, as for the moment, Harry decided to pay attention to the brunette witch on his lap instead, who was already looking downstairs, the beautiful dance that was happening on the stage downstairs enough to distract her.
Admittedly, it was a justified distraction, because a statuesque blonde was at the main stage, currently busy removing her white leather shorts, revealing a black lace thong to the roar of the crowd as she seductively swayed around the pole, her back arching in a way to strain already deficient coverage of her panties even more.
Hermione gasped in shock as the dancer followed the music for a few seconds before suddenly grabbing the pole, extending her body out perpendicularly, her legs splitting wide, showing the amazing strength of her body along with its incredible beauty, giving a beautiful combination of physical strength and seductiveness.
"Not bad, isn't she?" he whispered to Hermione's ear even as he let his hands slip under her shirt, leveraging her crop top for easy access, not that her transparent conjured top was creating a huge impediment in the first place.
He expected her to complain at his aggressive start, but as the song changed, yet the dancer stayed on the stage, she seemed to be too fascinated by her slow strut to complain about teasing her in front of the woman she once idolized.
Though, considering their adventures, maybe he shouldn't have expected her to react aggressively in the first place. As the dancer moved across the stage, swaying her body in rhythm to the beat, Hermione shuffled in her seat, focusing on the dance.
Only to be pulled out of her fascination once Penelope arrived with the drinks. "Thanks, sweetie," Harry said as he took the glass, while Hermione flinched in shock, blushing after getting caught.
"Come on, sweetie, it's not like it's her first time seeing a naked dancer, no need to be self-conscious," Harry said with a chuckle, but Hermione said nothing, too busy blushing. "Well, if you're going to be like that, maybe we should approach it in a different manner," he said, though even as he said so, he could see Penelope already panicking - showing she definitely not wanted to be sent away.
"Penelope, why don't you leave…" he said with a deliberately lingering manner, letting that exact panic grow more - and fueling it even further with a small mental touch - "… and ask the beautiful dancer downstairs to join us so Hermione could see her dance from an even closer angle. She's clearly interested in it."
"Harry!" she gasped.
"Shush, you're clearly fascinated by her dance, and there's no harm in a closer view," he explained, even as he winked at Penelope, who was calming down after her earlier fear.
"As you wish," Penelope said as she turned back and left, her hips swaying beautifully - if significantly exaggerated. It was enough to make Hermione jealous… if she was paying attention to Penelope rather than the dancer, to a level that surprised Harry. Though, Harry was familiar enough with Hermione that it was not a direct carnal drive, but fascination at her dancing moves, a great combination of athleticism and eroticism, hitting every single insecurity she had perfectly.
Hermione was a beautiful young woman, but her reputation as a bookworm for years was enough to leave her self-confidence damaged, especially when combined with some of her own perceptions.
The show of the dancer was the exact opposite of her mental image, hence triggering her fascination. Harry couldn't help but chuckle as she gasped in fascination while the dancer, Crystal as Harry learned from the announcements, get rid of her bustier to reveal her breasts and arched her back, bending until her hands were on the floor, creating a beautiful bridge.
"Well," Harry murmured as he let his hands dance over her body once more, but she reacted less than he would have preferred otherwise. So, Harry decided to punish her by vanishing her bra, which left her tits relying on her transparent crop top for coverage.
A bad deal.
Enough to distract her from the show. "Harry, what are you doing-" she started, only to freeze as he applied the same spell to her panties. Technically, it wasn't as impactful as her skirt was not transparent, but considering the length, it wasn't a huge improvement either.
Yet, as the music continued to throb, she didn't say anything else, at this point, familiar with his attitude enough to know that it would be pointless. Instead, she watched as Crystal moved to the final part of her dance, her boots wide apart as she did several splits on the stage to show her flexibility, her back arching to further push the moment, her boots stretching out in a perfect line as her torso was torqued back.
Soon, her hands rose over her body, caressing her breasts as the cheers of the crowd rose, and Harry used the opportunity to slip his fingers under her skirt, caressing her knob aggressively. Normally, he would have acted slowly, but since the sudden idea of a private dance show driven by her fascination changed his plans a bit, he needed to act a touch more aggressive than he wanted.
He stayed inside her thigh for a moment, slowly stroking her bare skin back and forth, giving a sense of intimacy before his fingers climbed up, forcing her legs to spread - not that she resisted it much. With the dancer stepping down from the stage, her attention turned to him, accepting the invasion of his fingers readily.
Harry started stroking her knob rather aggressively, each brush bringing her closer to climax, though Harry was aware that his touch was only a part of it. The location, the encounter, and the music were doing the lion's share of the work, reducing his challenge a lot, almost to the point of boredom - at least, it would have been boredom if it wasn't for the sexiness of her moans, signaling her climax was not too distant.
Luckily, it was just a little warm-up before the final event, Harry thought as he heard a soft knock on the door and pulled her fingers away, leaving Hermione on the edge of a climax…