Daphne shrugged. Potter wasn’t one to be sought after for her smarts it seemed. Though, didn’t matter much, Daphne wasn’t looking for Harriet to tutor her. She had other plans for the brunette Gryffindor.
Harriet was getting closer to being nude. When she was it would be much harder for her to just run off. Daphne had a few things she wanted to say. She had a few steps she wanted to take. However, she didn’t want Harriet to just bolt like a scared bunny. So, Daphne decided to bide her time.
She smirked. “It wasn’t my favorite, but not bad. I prefer apple juice,” Daphne admitted. “Though, I must admit, I don’t know how getting a drink thrown at me makes me a pain.”
Leaning back, the barest hint of the top swell of her breast peaked above the bubbles of the tub. Daphne was not a whore. She wouldn’t parade herself around for anyone; even with the intense feelings that made taboo things so appealing. Daphne would tempt and tease for long time before she would do anymore.
Filthy whores show there wares to those who haven’t earned it, her mother had told her once about sex. Daphne had taken that to heart. She thought far too highly of herself to do anything that would equate her anywhere near a common whore.