Lavender’s brow furrowed and she frowned slightly. She liked Ron… “Really?” Lavender shrugged impotently. He wasn’t the most suave boy ever, but he wasn’t that bad? Was he? “I didn’t think he would be…that bad.” She tried to make light of the situation. “I mean, some of that is to be expected. He is a teenage boy, after all.” She grinned wickedly. “Plus, didn’t I do a little drooling over you myself?” Lavender winked at the sexy French girl.
Nodding emphatically, Lavender wasn’t done struggling yet. If Fleur wanted her down, she would need to hold her down. “It’s…not going…to…”
However, the hands on her tummy stilled her almost immediately and her groaned weakly as she slumped to the bed. “Not fair…you know I love that,” Lavender whimpered.