Lavender groaned. "I want…to taste you and make you feel good. Please?" she begged weakly. Feeling the brush of Fleur's lips, Lavender leaned up to try and deepen the kiss, but Fleur was gone. Craning her neck, she searched about for a kiss but whimpered desperately as she failed to find it.
"We should…get married," she moaned, not even really sure what had caused her to say it. She just felt so connected to Fleur. "Can you imagine…white dresses and…the best honeymoon ever?" She giggled happily at the idea. It was a strange but strong compulsion.