Lavender shrugged. Ginny was a slag and Hermione a bookish prude, what did they know? Lavender’s dislike for Ginny really wasn’t very rational as the younger redhead did the same things that Lavender did. However, that didn’t lessen Lavender’s mild dislike any. Now that she knew Ginny didn’t like Fleur, that dislike increased a bit.
“Thank you!” Lavender exclaimed with a gleeful expression. She tried very hard to be fashionable even within the tight confines of the school’s uniform rules. It seemed that Fleur had noticed her efforts which made them all the more rewarding.
Her breath became quick and shallow as one of Fleur’s hands rested on her side. Professor Delacour’s words didn’t register. All she could feel was her breath tickling her ear and it caused her to shiver lightly.
With Fleur’s other hand on her shoulder, Lavender couldn’t stop a soft moan. Leaning back, she pressed lightly against Fleur. The charm was forgotten as the relished the feel of the swell of Fleur’s breasts pressing lightly against her back.
“I’m…sorry….Professor,” Lavender whispered breathily. “I don’t think I can do it right now. I might need…another glass of water.” The heat between her legs had become a dull ache. She knew that her knickers were soaked and she was a little afraid that the back of her skirt was damp and that Fleur might feel it against her thighs.