Gabrielle smiled at her sister. “I am sure zhat we could.” She chewed her bottom lip and looked at Fleur through her eyelashes. Smiling coyly, she added, “I bet she would go wild see if together, non?” It would really depend on the girl. Gabrielle knew what they had done in the past was not right in the view of some. But, what did they know? Did they have Veela blood? Gabrielle, Fleur and Apolline all had another heritage passed on to them by Apolline’s mother.
“Quidditch Captain?” Gabrielle wrinkled her nose. She liked Quidditch players well enough. Many were very sexy to her. Girls Quidditch players, on the other hand usually were not. “Perhaps.” She shrugged. Best friends wasn’t nearly so interesting.
Disgusted, Gabrielle made no attempt to hide it. “Zhat is not zee way it is supposed to be. If you want a mistress, have one. If you wish to be a spinster mozher, than be one.”
When Fleur leaned into her, Gabrielle felt better for a moment. “So, do we suddenly start listening to ‘er?” Gabrielle chuckled evilly. The Delacour daughters had never been much for rules.
Gently, lovingly, Gabrielle caressed Fleur’s tummy. “You would look so beautiful and be so wonderful to touch with a round belly, carrying my niece. Wouldn’t zhat be wonderful?” She had been disappointed when Fleur didn’t respond to her saucy suggestions. Did her sister not desire her anymore?
With her annoyance, Gabrielle was thinking of bedding one of them just to spite her sister. “Ginny is just jealous,” she replied cattily, though she believed it to be true. “Pansy says that iz known through all zee school zhat she fancies girls. Did you know zhat?”
“Je ne suis pas!” Gabrielle said angrily, pulling back from Fleur. I am not
“Memmae cares about having a girl to carry on her legacy. I don’t care about our name. Not really. She is our Grandmother, Fleur. She is the one who gave us our Veela blood. We wouldn’t be us without it!” She glared at her sister, her eyes now black. “Don’t you think we should care about what she wants?”
Gabrielle whirled and threw herself back into the chair. “A lover.” She pouted angrily. “Zee girl? In Gryffindor? Lavender?” She cast an accusing gaze at her sister. “I saw zee mark you left on her shoulder,” Gabrielle seethed with anger and a bit of obvious jealousy.
“Iz zhat what zhis is about?” she accused. “Your lover over your family?”