Gabrielle considered Fleur’s assessment of Pansy. “Hmmm…maybe zo. I think zhat I will try to spend some more time with her zhis week.” She grinned at her sister. “Perhaps I will ‘ave a story to tell you some morning when I sneak back in.”
“Who zhen?” she asked challengingly. There were lots of people who they could bed between the two of them. But who would be deserving?
It was Gabrielle’s turn to roll her eyes. “Who is ‘eidi Macavoy zhen? Perhaps you will need to point her out to me. Are she and zhis Tracey lovers? Is zhat why zhey are together zo much?” She stopped to consider. “I would be shocked if a Slytherin girl was so…indiscreet.”
Shrugging, Gabrielle laughed at her sister’s blushing cheeks. “I did no say I wished to be with ‘im for ever and ever. One night, it might be worth it.” She winked slyly at Fleur, knowing how much she would hate it if Gabrielle found her way into the bed of one of the Weasleys. “Or zhere is always ‘is sister…”
Gabrielle was beginning to get angry and her eyes darkened to a shade that was unnatural for a fully human girl. “A child with a woman?” she scoffed. “Is zhere some secret zhat you are not telling me?” she seethed. What kind of fairy tale would allow two women to have a child together? Magic could do a lot of things, but not everything.
“And who says zhat you need a husband?” Gabrielle moved up behind her partially naked sister. Wrapping her arms around her tummy, she clung to Fleur like she did when she was little.
“Think of it,” she urged her. “I can even be with you if you want.” Gabrielle’s face moved up until she rested her chin on Fleur’s shoulder and whispered in her ear. “We could pick a boy zhat is pretty and refined enough. But it can be you and I, Fleur.”
“I can kiss you and love you while he takes you and blesses our family then we can be rid of him.” Her tone became breathy. “I can even lay back…my legs spread…and you can love me and kiss me and lick me as you are getting your child.”
Gabrielle placed a small kiss on the back of her sister’s neck.