"Oui." Fleur agreed, scrunching her nose in displeasure at the thought. Schoolboys and all of their fumbling...when she did seek male company, it had always been men that she found pleasure in. Rolling her eyes, Fleur had never seen the same appeal to Slytherin girls as her sister, but she supposed to each their own. Who was she to judge her sister's choice in bedmates? "Oui, save zhem you must, non? 'ow noble."
"Oh, I made you blush zhat night?" She was teasing her sister, of course. They both remembered that night well. "Did you blush when I came into your room in my nightie after maman and pere 'ad gone to bed?" she licked across Gabrielle's collarbone. "Or when I first confessed zhat I wanted to be wizh you in zhe most intimate of ways? Or was it not until I touched you?" her tongue trailed between Gabrielle's breasts. "You were still young chere. You still are. But chere you are ma petite soeur. A part of my own soul. 'ow could I resist such a zhing, non?"
Growling, Fleur's eyes were already beginning to cloud black. "I do. But somezhing..." she trailed off for a moment, not sure how to explain it. "My veela is in a rare form tonight."