“S-surprised?” Lavender stammered. She was quickly losing her wits and she found she was reacting more by instinct that anything else.
“Yes! Fleur…if you don’t want…me…to…” It was too late. Lavender cried out and her hips bucked with Fleur’s nimble fingers inside her. Her cries echoed through the small room as she came so hard that she slumped against Fleur and saw stars.
“Spank me,” she whimpered without thinking. It wasn’t that she thought of it sexually, though after saying it she remembered something about Angelina and Fred Weasley she had heard around the dorms, but it seemed like a good punishment.
The fingers in Fleur’s sex began to move as she recovered. “Are you…close?” she whispered against Fleur’s lips, hoping she could make the older girl come too.