"Maybe at one point, eef I was ever zhat desperate for, 'ow do zhe english say, a 'shag'." Fleur shrugged. She was sure her slight attraction to Ginevra was just out of desperation for a soft body, rather than the rough one that held no tact like her brother.
"But not now. I am more zhat 'appy wizh zhe two girls who share my bed." The old Fleur, pre-Lavender, would probably take her sister's suggestion and see how good Ginny was.
Fleur pretended to think for a moment before a grin spread on her lips and she suddenly flipped Gabrielle over, her fingers not stopping their movements. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed her sister and pinned one of her arms to the bed with her free hand. "I zhink I will punish you and not let you touch me..."