"You 'ave." Fleur grinned. A few times after class she had seen that Lavender's seat had been indeed wet and she had to clean it before the next class came. "I love 'ow wet I make you..."
Fleur shrugged, "Not everyone 'as zhe same tastes. Zhough, I'm sure Parvati prefers zhinking about my sister, non?"
Nodding, Fleur slowly began to apply more pressure to Lavender's neck, careful not to press to hard, she knew her strength very well, having to learn how to control her Veela and the strength it brought out. All the while, Fleur's eyes never left Lavender's.
"Oui." She said, still keeping eye contact as she began to rub against Lavender's thighs. The fingers in Lavender's cunt curled as they moved in and out.