“You do?” Gabrielle purred. She had already been pretty well convinced that Fleur liked it. Gabrielle knew her sister would never consider her a slut, though that hardly meant that she might not get a thrill out of seeing her dress like one.
Gabrielle ducked in for another drag of her sister’s cigarette. “Mother does not need to know, non?” Dragging her lips over Fleur’s again, she whispered, “And you ‘aving your head between my legs and licking me all over would make ‘er pretty agry too, I think. So, I think zhat both should stay a secret from her.”
“I went in search of who you suggested,” Gabrielle told her, not exactly answering the question. “Parvati…zhe girl from zhe halls?” She made it quite clear that the story hardly ended there.
Gabrielle had been smiling and happy. When Fleur said she loved her, Gabrielle was so shocked she wasn’t sure who her sister meant. “Who?” she asked genuinely. Her mouth fell open. “Non…” she whispered in disbelief and shock.