At Ginny's lunge, Gabrielle felt an inordinate amount of relief. This was far more like the way things were supposed to be- Gabrielle teasing, hery prey falling easily into her trap, and no one able to blame Gabrielle's Veela nature for what followed.
The younger witch allowed Ginny's tongue into her mouth, Gabrielle's hand slipping in under Ginny's clothes to stroke the older woman's thigh. She wrapped one of her legs around the other woman's, shifting them both so Gabrielle was half on top of Ginny.
"I do not know what Bill would say," Gabrielle admitted, bending her head to press her lips to Ginny's neck, "But I know that Fleur would demand to know why she was not informed of this, and promptly climb into the bed."
And if Bill understands properly how we Delacours are, he would not be far behind his wife, Gabrielle thought to herself, unwilling to say such a thing aloud for fear of Ginny's reaction. Truth it may be, but if it had not already occurred to Ginny that perhaps her brother was more sexually adventurous than he appeared, Gabrielle was not going to be the one to tell her.