“Well, what is your inappropriate?” Daphne inquired, genuinely unsure of what Harriet meant.
“Not always. Don’t you see your team mates without clothes all the time? Don’t you all shower together? The Cheer Squad does.” She smiled impishly. “Maybe you could come shower with me one day. Have you ever thought of that?”
Daphne didn’t flinch. She pulled Potter’s knickers off without a word and pulled them out above the water and tossed them aside. She reached and gently took off her bra and tossed it at the same place. “You’re trembling,” she observed as her own heart was beating hard and fast in her chest.
“Trust me to what?” Daphne asked, her tone actually gentle. She was shocked that Potter was so keen on keeping this a secret. That only served her purpose. “Trust me to keep this a secret. Yes.”
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” Daphne purred. Reaching up, she took Harriet’s hand that rested on her shoulder and pulled it down a few inches trying to coax her to touch her more intimately.
She wasn’t going to let Harriet kiss her. She wasn’t going to give into that. Daphne wanted what they were doing to go a certain way and she wasn’t about to relinquish control to Potter, no matter how badly she wanted her.
Keenly, she watched the Gryffindor to assure that she didn’t mess up her plans…