Gabrielle gave Fleur a challenging look and shrugged. “We shall zee, non?” Sucking in a breath at Fleur’s contradictory words, Gabrielle found that she wouldn’t object too much to what Fleur was suggesting.
“’ow would you fuck me?” she breathed, her breath a little quicker than before. “Your naked cunt rubbing against mine?”
Once they were done bathing, Fleur put on her powder blue silk robes and hat. All students at Hogwarts needed to wear uniforms to meals and classes, even if they were not students at Hogwarts. She complained a little but donned them anyways.
Sitting next to her sister, she found that many eyes were staring up at them from the gathered students. Gabrielle wondered if she would be sitting with her sister for every meal or if she would spend some of them with the Slytherins.
Noticing her sister staring at the pretty blonde Gryffindor, Gabrielle fought conflicting emotions. Daintily she ate a bite of her salad. “Vous deux faites des yeux à l'un l'autre aux repas? Est-ce que c'est vraiment une bonne idée?” Gabrielle asked, her tone low. You two are making eyes at each other at meals? Is that really a good idea?
It was hard not to react to Fleur’s hand on her thigh. Unlike Lavender, Gabrielle knew her sister was discreet. If she was talking to her, she knew no one would understand them.
“Je suis. Fleur, je suis si humide et prêt,” Gabrielle said in an even tone that was incongruous with her words. I am. Fleur, I am so wet and ready. She looked around and noticed that many of the people around them were fighting and seemingly agitated. Perhaps the pheromones from two aroused Veela was too much for them?
“Je pense que nous étions à une impasse cependant au sujet de ce qui allait se produire quand nous sommes revenus, non?” Gabrielle added, taking another bite of her dinner. I think we were at an impasse though about what was going to happen when we got back, no? Beneath the table, Gabrielle gently rubbed the top of her foot along Fleur’s calf