Daphne pouted. “That’s not true…” Reaching up, she brushed a lock of hair out of Harriet’s eyes, brushing lightly against her scar, before moving back to thread possessively into her hair.
“They do. If this was ever found out, it would be very bad for me. So, we need to make sure that never happens, right?”
She could tell that Harriet was struggling. She seemed to like it though. Oh course, that hardly surprised the sultry Slytherin. Who wouldn’t want to be in Harriet’s position? Surly the Gryffindor realized that, right?
Daphne’s eyebrow went up at Harriet’s comment. She smirked at her. Staring into her eyes, Daphne’s free hand move to Harriet’s right hand that rested on her breast. Strongly, but gently, she took it and pushed it lower breaking the surface of the water as she guided it over her tummy and finally down between her thighs.