When Lavender stuck out her tongue, Fleur growled more dangerously, her eyes dark, hair mussed adn bearing her slightly sharpened teeth. A mate of a veela had the power to make the veela react more strongly than anyone else.
"Oui, I will. But first..." with one last lingering kiss, Fleur arose from her seat on the chaise. "I believe Mademoiselle Brown needs a punishment, non?" she purred darkly adn slowly began to slink over to the bed.