She never had any affect over anyone. Not even Adrian for the most part, and there were times when she wished she had an affect on someone, but mostly, she just wanted to be her. Throughout school, she was quiet and stayed away from the rumor mill and the sexual liaisons other girls in her house were indulging in. Daphne was, perhaps, the only person she knew to be her own person. She was quiet enough to be left alone, but popular enough to have friends when she wanted them. To her, that was pretty much the way to be. That never had any affect on anyone, but having one on Harry was something really special to her.
Not a flinch came from her as his fingers explored her side. While she was focused on Harry and what they were doing, she wasn't so worried about being ticklish beneath him, which in the end, caused her to not be. She liked how he wasn't daring or rude and intrusive with her. She had never had that before. Someone who would be kind to her, even in this scenario. It was like a fairy tale to her. Love, beauty, desire, lust. What more could she ask for? Just with Harry, she had everything she ever wanted.
As his hand traveled, she made those noises he loved, though she did try to keep them at a minimum. For now, of course. A small smile was given as he teased her skin, chills of pleasure coursing through her slightly as she felt his fingers on her thigh. No words were needed for this, Harry knew what to do.