Giving in, Harriet let her neck be abused. It wasn't so bad, she guessed, not when you got to touch such a pretty girl like Daphne in return. Not wanting to tell, she stammered something intelligible. Reaching up, she rubbed at her neck where she had been marked.
"Me?"
Squirming a bit guiltily, she had gotten what she wanted. Daphne was pushing the issue of touching Harriet, not herself. Leaning her head towards the Slytherin's mouth, she knew that they would get into so much trouble if they were ever caught...
"Another way?" she asked. "Oh sure," she added, trying to sound like she knew what Daphne was talking about.