"Well, you do 'ave good musings, on occasion..." Fleur drawled. "But I do non believe for a moment zhat zhey are innocent. I do non zhink you know zhe meaning of zhe word." Fleur lover that her lover was anything but innocent. They seemed to match up perfectly in their sexual interests and appetites.
Fleur laughed. It was true, her French accent was something that could not at all mix with an English one. And vice versa. She loved how Lavender was always able to take her mind off of serious and dark matters. She knew there would be hard and dangerous times ahead this year, but for the moment, she allowed herself to forget all of those for her fiancee. She leaned in, affectionately nuzzling into Lavender's neck.
At the mention of a "younger sister", Fleur growled and gripped Lavender's hips, nails lightly digging into them. "Non, I do not zhink you could 'andle my sister. Besides, she is much less experienced." Fleur bit her lovers neck. "And you are mine."