Lavender smiled, happy that Fleur let it go so easy. She wondered if there might be something more to it. Did Fleur want it just to them as well? Lavender was more observant than most gave her credit for; though, she knew she could be ditzy from time to time.
“You are the most elegant person I have ever met,” Lavender told her with obvious pride and a bit of hero worship for her older lover. “Don’t worry,” she added, trying to lighten the subject, “I’ll keep your secret.” She smirked at Fleur before giggling.
“Are we at the point where we should introduce our mothers?” Lavender teased, before thinking that the joke might be taken wrong by Fleur.
Lavender moaned again, more loudly this time trying to play it up a little for Fleur’s benefit. “I’ve wanted you to touch me all day,” Lavender admitted breathily. “I’ve been so wet since I started staring at you in the Great Hall.” She blushed, her tone low and shy. “It’s bad, I know, I shouldn’t have stared…I’ll be more careful next time,” Lavender assured her, having thought about what she had done after the fact. It had been the least careful she had been since she and Fleur first kissed in this very room.