“Zhey do,” Gabrielle conceded. It wasn’t so much that they weren’t Fleur’s type, her sister enjoyed elegance and refinement as well, but both girls being in Slytherin would usually make them anything but Fleur’s type. It was really strange to the younger Delacour that Fleur liked most of the qualities the Slytherins exhibited but did not like them. “Maybe I should get to know one of zhem better before I go?” she asked, smirking at her sister.
She kept smirking at Fleur. “Maybe. Maybe I could draw ‘er out?” Gabrielle suspected that now that Fleur was no longer a school girl that in some ways she might want to live vicariously through her younger sister. Maybe that was something she could do for Fleur? Gabrielle could only imagine her face when she told her about bedding Heidi Macavoy; since it was clear that Fleur had a little crush on the Quidditch Captain.
“I know.” Gabrielle wrinkled her nose. For the most part, Gabrielle liked her girls girly. As for boys, she liked them to run the gambit from a little girlish to very masculine. However, there were a few notable exceptions. “Zhough, I still do miss Gabrielle Retti,” Gabrielle pouted. The butch Quidditch girl who was just a little older than Fleur had been “the one that got away” to Gabrielle.
Gabrielle moaned as she was stripped naked. She caught a hint of her scent; that meant she was already very wet. “See what you do to me?” she whimpered. “Fleur…I need to come zo bad. Vill you make me come?”