Lavender smiled. “What was she doing? Was it really so bad that Professor Snape would involve the Aurors or was he being…well…him?” She chuckled. Snape was known for being malicious and threatening.
Kissing her back adoringly, Lavender didn’t want it to end. “Is there any way I can convince you to have your way with me first?” she purred. Stretching, her breasts swelled to the top of her blouse as she gave Fleur a sly look.
“Merci,” Lavender whispered lovingly. “Remember what I said though, no matter what I choose, when we go to Paris and for every day after that you want me, I am yours and only yours,” she vowed, feeling very connected to Fleur in that moment.
Taking her hand, she held it until they got to the door so Fleur could go scold her sister.