Tracey grinned as Fleur drank too. This was getting easier by the moment. It seemed that Fleur had forgotten that Tracey had been put into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat. There were a great many, very nasty, things that she was capable of.
She pouted when Fleur pulled away and sat down. Tracey didn't chase her, at least not immediately. Pouring more wine into the empty glass, Tracey struck a sultry pose against the desk as she down it. "Abuse?" She chewed her bottom lip. "What if that's what I want?"
Slowly, Tracey slinked over to Fleur and straddled her lap. "But, Professor, what if I need you advice?" Acting shy, she paused before leaning in to whisper in Fleur's ear. "I…my poor knickers are totally soaked, they have been since I came in here. What do you think is wrong?" Tracey's lips brushed the shell of Fleur's ear before pulling back to look at the other blonde with her bottom lip between her teeth.