Daphne shook her head and smiled. “Well, you still have your knickers on, right?” She cocked her head and looked down. Sadly, it was impossible to tell with all the bubbles in the water.
“Isn’t it appropriate to say thank you when someone makes a kind gesture towards you?” Daphne responded with a question to Harriet’s question. Of course, at least by Slytherin standards, it wasn’t all the time. However, these were special circumstances.
“Something, Potter?” she asked sweetly as the girl was sputtering incoherently. She’s mine now, Daphne thought with a surge of excitement. Potter was going to get a rare pleasure indeed…
With hands covered in suds, she reached down to wash her body. Moving in them slow, circular motions, Daphne let Harriet’s mind wander as to where she might be touching herself.
She wasn’t doing anything naughty, yet. Daphne, instinctively due to her upbringing, wasn’t going to just give in. Only whore did things like that. She wouldn’t give in until she couldn’t resist any longer.
“You know, Potter,” she began in a sultry tone, “I have noticed that you have been looking at me a lot lately.” Daphne rinsed her hair and smirked as she turned back towards Harriet to watch her reaction.