"That's it! No sex for a week!"
Fleur raised an elegant eyebrow.
Hermione stood firm. "I mean it!"
Fleur scoffed. "Please we both know you cannot resist me".
"Two weeks!"
Fleur smirked.
"Three!"
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Five rounds of passionate love making later.
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Hermione lay, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath. A lock of brown hair being twirled by the blonde next to her.
"Mmm I do so love when we argue mon amour, we always end up like this somehow".
Hermione sighs.