Lavender blinked and smiled prettily at Fleur’s words. Any sentence that had love referring to something about Lavender sounded like music to her ears. She just smiled at Fleur for a long time. “Well, I’ll remember that,” she finally responded shyly.
“Good. Do you think…well, I don’t think they would rent a room to any of the three of us. Would you be able to get one for Gabrielle and Parvati, if she comes along? Sadly, I don’t think I can get anymore show tickets. But, maybe my mum can pull some strings.”
Her breath hitched as Fleur whispered to her and nipped at her ear. Lavender’s eyes fluttered shut. “I can’t wait,” she breathed, trying to get herself back under control. It seemed Fleur had other plans.
“What do you think when you are thinking about me?” Lavender asked, quite curious as to what that might be.
“My mum is great. Though a little…high strung,” Lavender told her. “She is used to being the center of attention from her days as a model, I think. So she can be a bit of a handful.” Lavender spoke with affection, but that didn’t mean her mom didn’t have flaws.
“Eww!” Lavender giggled and wrinkled her nose, a horrible image of her mom and dad having sex with a few random French people popped into her mind at Fleur’s remark. “Sorry,” she giggled sheepishly. “I just…got a bad image in my head.”
She hugged Fleur and quickly dispelled the image. It was hard not to get back in the mood with Fleur so close to her. “W-what do you think you are doing?” she sighed happily as Fleur kissed her neck. “You aren’t trying to get a reaction out of me, are you?” Lavender squirmed excitedly beneath Fleur’s hand that had snuck under her shirt.