Daphne watched as Harriet landed none-too-gracefully and limped off towards the bleachers. She eyed the Gryffindor. She was tempted to go over and soothe her, but the impulse faded quickly enough. Why did she feel a need to comfort the other girl? Harriet might be someone to ogle, but why would she want to do more than that?
Besides, Daphne couldn’t be seen being nice to Potter whether she wanted to or not. “What’s wrong, Potter?” she called out, earning a few giggles from her friends on the Cheer Squad and some snide looks from those friendly to Potter or the Gryffindor teams. “Tired already?”
Moving off to the side, she shooed away her friends like she was going to go over to Potter and give her more of the same. Once she stood before Harriet where she sat in the stands, she gave her a smoldering smile with her back to her friends so they couldn’t see.
“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Daphne asked in a babyish tone as she pouted sexily.