Fleur was still confused as to who it could be. Would Lavender have told Ginny such a thing? She didn't think so. She was getting frustrated.
Letting the overall fall some, Fleur slipped her hand under Ginny's shirt to stroke at the skin of her stomach. "If you want me to fuck you, zhen tell me who told you. I want a name." she growled and held the idea of her fucking Ginny over the girl's head.
"Zhey are zhe best." FLeur said confidently. She had had a lot of practice in casting illusions to cover up illicit activities over the years.