Gabrielle gasped as her blouse was torn open. Most girls would have been putty in her hands by now. Clearly, Sara was something special. How long she be able to resist? She was excited to find out. "My new blouse?" Gabrielle pouted. "'ow am I supposed to explain zhis? A sexy Slytherin tore it off because she wanted to ravage me?" Gabrielle teased. She was sure her sister, the Charms Professor, could help her if she couldn't figure it out.
"I am very, very wet," Gabrielle moaned. "I wonder why zhat iz... Any ideas?" With Fleur having started it, Gabrielle was soaked. She had no intention of telling Sara about that. Besides, she didn't need to know. It was about Sara now regardless about what had happened before...
"It seems zhat you are very wet as well." Gabrielle slid her hand into Sara's panties. Running her fingers between her wet, velvety, puffy folds, Gabrielle teased Sara before finding her clit once more and starting to rub insistently.
"I will make you so much wetter though," Gabrielle vowed.
She saw Sara's moment of hesitation. It was perfect, deliciously so. Gabrielle was a little surprised when she confirmed it. Though, Gabrielle had been certain before that. "Does she love it?"
"Should I be jealous? You are 'ere with me now, non?" She smirked. "Besides, what concern of it of mine what you do when I am no 'ere?"
Taking Sara by the arms strongly. Pushing her towards her bed, her Veela strength started to show itself. "I promised to make you wetter. I am going to while I see 'ow you taste," Gabrielle said in a husky tone.
Once she was on the bed, Gabrielle would be under her skirt in a heartbeat...