Harriet remained clueless...at first. Too wrapped up in the threat from Lord Voldemort, she had remained ignorant of anything odd going on at the castle till it was pointed out to her rather bluntly by her little sister, Rose. 'Horny frolicking warlocks,' was the term used, and it seemed to apply. Not seeing it as her problem or anything evil, the hero only blushed...stammered...and promptly began to avoid the issue.
There was so much else going on that she could safely disregard the background eroticness going on around her. When she came back to her dorm to find it dark and two bodies writhing on one of the beds...she had just coughed and closed the door. The issue only began to personally involve her when after a few days she began to notice that strange behavior was being directed towards her.
At first she had no idea what to make of it, but as it continued she began to grow alarmed. Why was Daphne Greengrass being so...wierd...all of a sudden? Was it on purpose, or all in her mind? The flash of panties and cleavage...the distracting positions...she was caught between a mounting embarassment and a growing desire to wank. Flustered, she tried her best to avoid Daphne, but it was hard as they shared classes and were in the same year. Hogwarts was big...but not that big.
Looking forward to Quidditch practice to relax herself, it turned out to not be so. Daphne was on the Cheer Squad, and whenever she looked over inadvertently the redhead was...well...looking hot. Finally when the Snitch almost flew up her nose and she still wasn't able to catch it, she told the team she was taking a break and flew down to the ground. Landing on shaky legs rather roughly, she grimaced and winced as she hopped a few steps before coming to a stop. Staying put, she was loath to take the presence of her broom away from between her legs. If she slid herself along it...but no. Taking the broom away, she held it away from herself as she began to limp towards the sideline benchs.