“Oh, do not be zo dramatic,” Gabrielle sighed. “I waz just saying zhat I think zhere are options other zhan a husband iz all.” She shook her head as if Fleur was being ridiculous despite the fact that Gabrielle had antagonized her.
“Ginny desires you then,” Gabrielle stated as if it were fact. “Must be ‘ard to be jealous and attracted. Do not bee too ‘ard on her.” She smiled softly. Maybe it really would bother Fleur if she seduced Ginny. The idea was starting to become more and more appealing…
Gabrielle shook her head. “Vous mettez pour ne pas comprendre,” she sighed. You don’t understand. Gabrielle looked hurt by Fleur’s reaction and she folded her arms over her chest.
“I saw zee mark,” Gabrielle told her. “I was surprised I ‘ad not heard of her before I saw it for myself.” Gabrielle felt hurt, jealousy and sadness swirling inside her. Unlike her older sister who was used to such things, Gabrielle was not used to dealing with her more intense emotions yet.
Gabrielle looked like she had been slapped when Fleur turned on her and yelled. Her eyes were jet black once more. After a few moments of silence, Gabrielle slowly got to her feet and moved over to Fleur.
Taking her by the shoulders she firmly pushed over to the bed. Gabrielle roughly guided her down and crawled on top of her. With her blonde hair falling in her face, she stared at Fleur.
She was breathing quick as a new emotion swirled into the maelstrom inside the younger girl as she started down at her gorgeous sister; lust. Gabrielle leaned down closer to Fleur’s face.
“Je ne vais pas la laisser vous prendre de moi, soeur,” Gabrielle snarled possessively as she took Fleur by the wrists and pinned her arms down next to her head. I am not going to let her take you from me.
Like a feline would, Gabrielle began to nuzzle her sister’s neck.