Fleur could only shrug. It was true that she wasn't particularly attracted to Slytherins usually, they always seemed to bore her for some reason. But, it seems, that there are always a few exceptions. "I am sure one of zhem would be zhrilled to be...entertained by you."
"Zhat sounds like a interesting idea..." Fleur purred. It was true that she had found herself staring at the Quidditch captain's body in classes sometime. She couldn't help it, the girl had a very impressive body and she always wore those short skirts and tight blouses...she would never make anything of it, she had Lavender who was more than enough for her, and one corrupted student was enough. But, if Gabrielle wanted to play and tell her about it later, who was she to deny her sister anything she wanted.
Fleur chuckled as her sister reminisced about the "other" Gabrielle, as Fleur called her. She hadn't been to attracted, though the girl did have a nice body, but remembered Gabrielle's fascination with her. "I remember 'er. I believe she ees on zhe french national team now, non?"
As Fleur slipped the panties off the younger Delacour, she inhaled the girl's lovely scent and placed a kiss right above her wet cunt. "You smell so good, soeur..." she murmured before dragging her tongue between Gabrielle's folds, taking her thumbs and pulling them apart so her tongue could reach deep.