Daphne’s features scrunched up a little, forming a cute little line between her eyebrows as she regarded the stammering Gryffindor. She smiled softly. “That wasn’t an answer. At least not one that I could understand,” she said with a smirk. Daphne knew by not asking a direct question it was easier to avoid answering it.
Seeing Harriet lean in, Daphne met her half way but did not initiate the kiss. Her lips brushed Harriet’s. “You are going to need to kiss me this time if you want to kiss, Potter,” breathed before licking her lips, her tongue brushing Harriet’s lower lip before it retreated.
Her hand wandered down over Harriet’s chest. Daphne began by teasing her nipples, gently rolling one, then the other, between her finger and thumb. Her hand continued lower until she reached the soft curls above Harriet’s obviously-virgin sex. Daphne began to play with them lightly.
Daphne showed genuine shock before quickly reigning it in. “Oh really?” She grinned at Harriet like the cat who’d eaten the canary. “Does it sound like something you want to try?”