Gabrielle shrugged. Wasn’t that the fun of having Veela blood? Gabrielle found it so easy to get what she wanted almost all the time that she felt no need to apologize for it. Why didn’t Fleur see it the same way? It didn’t seem like Fleur should be sorry for getting what she wanted, but how could Gabrielle tell her that?
Unable to find a way, Gabrielle let it pass without comment.
“Zhat is quite a few!” Gabrielle chuckled, teasing Fleur. Gabrielle could not throw stones, her list was far, far longer even if it was only Hogwarts students. “Clara Pritchard and Tracey Davis?” She grinned. “Slytherins? You?”
“And Quidditch players? You seem to be sharing more of my taste, soeur.” Gabrielle hugged her tightly. “It’z zee tight bodies, non? Though, I bet none of zhem would be able to ‘old you down and control you like I do…” Gabrielle really didn’t like the idea of anyone dominating Fleur other than her.
Gabrielle squealed at Fleur’s suggestion. It was more exciting in many ways to have it be a total stranger or even strangers. She would certainly hold Fleur to her suggestion. Gabrielle nodded enthusiastically in agreement. As much as Gabrielle was a slave to her lust, she didn’t want Fleur to lose her job.
“Please, Fleur?” she whimpered. All the teasing was too much to bear.