Fleur had always considered Lavender hers. Her girlfriend. Her lover. Her mate. She had to admit, her Veela's natural instincts made her very possessive of Lavender and always considered the girl not as her posession, necessarily, but more as...she didn't really know. Just that Lavender was hers. Fleur chuckled at Lavender's comment, obvious that it was just a joke. "Oui, eef zhat ees what you want. Mon petit jouet..." she purred, joking. My little plaything...She knew that Lavender would be able to tell she was only joking. Lavender was so much more than that to her...
Lavender's questions brought Fleur somewhat out of her haze, realizing what she had just confessed to. She drew back some and looked honestly at Lavender. "Oui." she nodded, deciding that it was time to come clean about the Delacour sister's relationship. "Gabrielle and I 'ave...a special relationship..."