"You want what?" Fleur raised a brow. Tracey couldn't mean that she wanted Fleur to abuse her, sexually at least. An image of Lavender and how she liked Fleur to dominate her came to her mind."I couldn't. You are a student..." she repeated again.
As Tracey straddled her lap, Fleur groaned in pleasure. "My...advice?" Fleur managed out. Her hands gripped the arms of her chair to keep from groping Tracey. She could feel the heat of the Slytherin's body on her. The lips on her ear sent a rush through her spine.
It was so strange, her feelings. She was usually so in control and the dominant one. So what was so different this time?
"Zhat sounds like, ah, a problem. I'm sure one of your girlfriends could, um, explain eet to you..."