Gabrielle was too frustrated and angry to think about how odd it was for Fleur to be in a tizzy right along with her. She was so turned on and needy and just wanted her sister to lick her until she came. Was that so much to ask?!?
"Well, when will I see you next?" Gabrielle demanded, not intending to wait very long. In fact, she was already thinking about sneaking out later that night. How hard could it be to sneak back to Fleur's room in the middle of the night?
Looking at her older sister quizzically, Gabrielle asked, "Are you afraid of her?"
It was then Gabrielle felt her first little surge of fear. Fleur was a skilled witch who would have won the Triwizard Tournament if not for the rediculous things that had happened. If that was the case and Fleur was afraid of Carrow... Maybe she should be careful? Gabrielle was usually one to throw caution to the wind and dismiss any warning. However, she found herself nodding as her sister spoke. "All right," she conceded softly. Accepting the kiss gently, the feel changed from wanton lust to undying affection with its softness.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "'e is zee worst of zee Slytherin boys. Perhaps I should push him down zee stairs when we get to zhem?" she suggested with an evil look in her eye.
With a last kiss, Gabrielle straightened her clothes and made her way out to meet Draco. On the way, she saw the invitation left for her, with her name on it, and snatched it up. Without a word, her nose stuck in the air, she walked past him and in the direction of the Slytherin Dungeon. The whole way she studiously ignored him. What was odd was that Draco did the same back to her.
When they arrived, Gabrielle heard Draco mutter something about Prefect Rounds and he disappeared. Having gotten the password from Professor Carrow, she announced to the portrait, "Sanguine Right."
The portrait swung open and she made sure she made a striking impression as she swooped through it and into the common room.