“A glass of water would be nice,” Lavender responded with a gracious shyness. Her mouth had gone dry with her nervousness and if she hoped to talk through their meeting then she was going to need something to help wet her whistle.
“Well, that is good to hear,” Lavender said with a small chuckle. In truth, it really didn’t make her feel that much better. For a moment, she actually though of Ginny’s very cute brother. He was another of her little crushes. However, Fleur taking off her robe killed any thoughts of anything else including her failed test and her little crush on Ron.
She found that she was staring at her Professor’s legs and curves for a long time. Lavender didn’t say a word. Her mind seemed to lose its ability to form words and sentences. “W-what?” she stammered as she tried to get back her train of thought.
“H-help me?” Lavender stammered again. It took all her willpower to raise her gaze to meet Fleur’s. Sadly, the intensity of the feelings she felt for Fleur weren’t lessened at all as she met her gaze. The sultry tone made her weak and she was glad to be sitting down.
“It…it…” She swallowed hard trying to compose herself. “I like you skirt,” Lavender added without thinking.
Her cheeks blushed as she looked away for a second. “I just…have a little crush…I guess I’ve been daydreaming about it a little. I’ll…try not to, Professor.” What was wrong with her? Lavender was usually unflappable, especially with flirting and such, how did Fleur do this to her?