“That’s good,” Daphne replied, her tone light. “I’d hate for your ankle to be hurt. Isn’t Gryffindor playing Slytherin soon?” Of course she knew that the game was coming up. She would have been surprised if anyone in the school didn’t know.
Daphne pouted. Her lips curled in disappointment, but there was a lot of sexiness mixed in. She’d been working on her pout for years and had perfected it long ago. “Awww… Why wouldn’t you want me around? That isn’t very nice.”
She couldn’t help but smirk. Harriet thought she was there to take a bath. Amusing. Should she change her ideas about what was about to happen? No, it would be more fun this way.
Slowly, Daphne slinked her way over to Harriet. She was sure to move slow, she didn’t want to startle Harriet and make her throw something at her again. This time, it might not be something so soft.
Daphne moved up close to Harriet, using the wall to assure that she could move well into her personal space. “All right,” she agreed, her voice soft and a little husky.
Moving away, Daphne moved to the rarely-used privacy screen. Slowly, she began to strip, knowing that her shadow could be seen through the screen. Daphne moved slowly and, she hoped, sultrily to entice Harriet all the more.
Donning a robe, she moved to the tub. Timing it perfectly, Daphne peeled it off and slid into the bubbles and water without showing off any of her intimate areas. Though, Harriet did see a lot of bare skin and her curves as she used her hands to discreetly cover herself before the water hid her body away.