Lavender smiled. “I do what I can…I really wanted to wear this for you,” she purred. “I think that is what saved me, seeming like I was being nice.” In truth, there was a younger girl in Gryffindor that had clothes that were a little worn and threadbare. Maybe she should do what she said she was going to do. Though, she would keep this one skirt without question…
Not understanding, the thumb rubbing her clit driving her wild, Lavender began to shiver and shudder. Crying out, her orgasm surged through her and she threw her head back as Fleur’s teeth found the right spot at her neck.
Recovering slowly, Lavender finally began to get her breathing back under control. “Ginny…wants you?” She felt a surge of jealousy. Kissing Fleur’s cheek, she whispered, “Well, she can’t have you…”