Fleur gave a fake haughty chuckle at Lavender's teasing. It was clear that Lavender was trying to gode her. "Do not tempt me, chere. You know I could 'ave you over my knee een a second."
"I do not know. Eet depends on 'ow desperate and turned on she ees." Fleur mused back.
Turning to Gabrielle, her fingers threading in her little sister's hair, she began kissing her in a visually alluring manner, for if Lavender chose to open her eyes. She was sure there was no sight more arousing than seeing two veelas of the Delacour's elegance kissing.