"Well, missed opportunities..." FLeur shrugged, but she really did hate missing that opportunity..
"You know exactly what and who I am speaking of because you smell exactly like 'er..." Fleur continued to growl, her face buried in Tracey's neck, inhaling her lover's scent. "Do not zink I do not know exactly what you 'ave done. What type of potion you brewed..." Since she was a child, Fleur's mother and grandmother had shared all the veela's weaknesses with her and one of the few was it's attachment to smell and that her been the downfall of more than one veela...
Fleur growled again as her hands roamed Tracey's body over the girl's blouse. "Good girl...you don't know zhe meaning of zhose words..." she chuckled harshly.
It was becoming easier to see that her veela was effecting Tracey as well. It seemed that Tracey's little plan of seducing was a two-way street.
Not able to resist any more, FLeur grabbed Tracey's shirt and ripped it open with a growl, needing to fel the girl's skin. Buttons flew everywhere.