"'E is." Fleur nodded. She always dreaded Ron, he was so un-refined and rude almost. It was highly unattractive. He always said things before he thought about them. "But wizh you, eet is cute. Wizh 'I'm, eet is...unnerving. Blatantly staring and drooling and saying improper zhings.."
Chuckling, Fleur squeezed her thighs against Lavender's sides. "I beg to differ..." she purred.
"Zhat is zhe point." Fleur said as she traced her fingers over Lavender's stomach, over the writings she had done earlier. Moaning, she moved faster on the phallus, her breast moving slightly as she rocked.