"She charmed my bed as well," Gabrielle smiled, proud of her older sister. It was no easy thing to place multiple permanent charms that would not conflict with one another, but Fleur had done spectacularly well. "I came home one day to find that my bed was soft enough to drift away on. I did not leave it very much for the next few days."
Gabrielle's explanation was only a partial truth, but she did not think Ginny could properly appreciate the reality of it. In truth, one year Fleur had charmed it as a Christmas present, and they had spent the next entire winter break enjoying themselves (and each other) on the magically-comfortable bed.
"I am a student at Beauxbatons," Gabrielle offered by way of explanation, "If there is anything to be known about anyone, I will know it before they themselves do." She allowed herself to return Ginny's smirk- it was common knowledge how well informed Beauxbatons girls were, and how they came about said knowledge.
Gabrielle's eyes glinted. She had heard this story -from the girl in question of course- and was very interested in hearing Ginny's perspective on it. Ginny's story, though not very far along, was already different than the one Gabrielle had been told, but the younger woman was more inclined to believe Ginny's side of it. Ginny, after all, was not bragging to a group of teenage girls, as the girl in question had been. She was merely telling a story, girl-to-girl, and was in general a more honest sort.
Gabrielle laughed softly at Ginny's description of the girl's eagerness. "I can understand why she might wish to do so," Gabrielle let the very suggestive comment hover in the air a moment, before continuing, "Do go on."
Though it was not ladylike, Gabrielle enjoyed raunchy stories and seized the excuse to move forward the tiniest bit. Let Ginny think Gabrielle only wanted to hear her better.