"Zhe sexiest, non?" Fleur teased with a haughty grin. She knew and took a great secret pleasure in being the hottest professor in Hogwarts. Carrow might be attractive, but she is no Delacour. And she was glad her sister recognized that.
Grinning still, Fleur nipped at her sister's collar bone again. "Soeur, you know how well I can make you blush." she growled into her sister's skin. She glanced up to her sister with her signature arrogant smirk. "I can make you redder zhan anyone, chere."
As she felt the younger Delacour's hands over her breasts, Fleur groaned against her skin. Her hands slid up to unhook Gabrielle's bra before sliding the straps down and off her arms and tossing it aside.
Feeling the pressure of Gabrielle's legs, Fleur growled freely against the girl's newly exposed breasts. She rolled her hips into her sister. Something was different about her sister, she was always so responsive to her that even the slightest change was noticeable. So why couldn't she place this one? She ran her tongue across Gabrielle's nipple as she tried to place it. For some reason the change brought out the veela in Fleur even more.
What Fleur possible loved most about being with her sister was that her sister truly understood her. All her other lover's treated her so fragile, but because of her veela she was in fact far stronger than most others. But Gabrielle knew this, knew how strong she was. And wasn't afraid of it but knew and gave the level that Fleur could take. So, feeling the new strength of Gabrielle's legs around her waist made Fleur groan loudly and buck against her sister, biting down on her sister's breasts. Where had this strength come from?