A/N - Wow, this party turned out to be a bit of a beast as the last chapter was ten thousand words, so I've split what I thought would be the final section of it into two further chapters. I think it's worth it, and will set up a lot of relationships for the future. Please take the time to review if you have a moment. Enjoy!
Chapter Ten - The Party - Part 3
"You're gonna need to help me out of this dress."
Daphne's words hung in the air, turning the already heady, hormonally-charged atmosphere in the kitchen into one of sudden, heart-stilling anticipation. It wasn't an order, but a need. She wasn't going to be able to go swimming with him unless she could get out of the dress, but yet she hadn't asked Tracey or one of the other girls to help her as Harry had expected, she'd asked him to do it.
It was an offer of intimacy on a level that Daphne had never experienced, nor requested before. She found that her feelings for Harry, which were initially based on everything he'd done for her family before today, had already been hugely increased by their wonderfully open and honest talk before the party had even started. Now, with unexpected delight and adrenaline of that sudden increase, coupled with the excitement of the upcoming party, meant that she felt her feelings were being driven to new heights. She'd thought she couldn't think any better of him, but then she'd opened the truly life-changing gift he'd given her, proving once more just how thoughtful, honest, and with seemingly unbending sheer will he was. Just being in his presence was intoxicating, invigorating, his lean muscular figure and newfound confidence mirroring his astounding inner strength and power. It was addictive, the way that he made her feel jittery, excited, desired and, though she'd be loathe to admit it out loud, horny. She was nervous, but the power and confidence she felt in that dress, with every stride, every clack of her favourite heels had given her the strength to ask him what she wanted, to get close to him.
Harry's breath had caught in his throat when she uttered the words. If he'd wanted to get closer to Daphne today, what she suggested was beyond anything he could ever have imagined. After all, they'd only really had one proper conversation before today, but the way she behaved, not just in her self-sworn and unwavering quest to save her sister despite all odds, but around her family and her friends, showed him she had a strength of heart that was intense, powerful, and pure. She'd offered him a vow to keep his secrets without a second's hesitation and even though she'd said it was purely driven by curiosity they both knew that the real reason was because they felt drawn to each other. He had to get closer to her, not just because she was ridiculously hot, but because everything he was learning about her, of her, thrilled him.
He found her unbelievably beautiful, with the true hourglass figure of an early bloomer that astounded boys all around her. When she was made up like this, she could easily pass for a supermodel. She was astonishing, intimidating, but she wanted him, she must do, Harry thought, or she wouldn't have kissed him, or asked what she had.
He swallowed, a good ten seconds had passed since she'd asked the question and was standing waiting for a response, a dainty hand placed on a curvaceous hip as she looked at him with an intensity in her electric blue eyes that he'd never seen before.
Under his breath, Harry said, "I'd like that."
She smiled, and as both of their hearts pounded in their chests, she turned on the spot, a waft of the aroma of her fruity shampoo hitting his nostrils as he found himself inches away from the creamy, flawless skin of her upper back.
"There's a little clasp and a zip," she said quietly.
"Okay," Harry muttered.
He located the small metal clasp and reached up his hands to grasp it, but the velvet feeling of her skin on the back of his fingers made him awkwardly fumble to grip it. Hands now shaking, he tried again. Nope. Daphne giggled, making him feel both frustrated and slightly embarrassed. He steeled himself and realised if he grasped the edges of the dress right where the clasp was, he could just push the sides over each other and the clasp would be disconnected. On the third try, he got it, and he told her so, but now came the zip. Daphne felt a blush bloom on her face out of Harry's eyesight as he took the tiny black zipper between a finger and thumb and slowly, painstakingly pulled it downwards.
Daphne's hairs stood on end as she felt Harry's hands upon her, and as he slowly lowered the zipper she almost forgot to breathe. Yet as Harry revealed more of flesh she felt his breathing get slightly heavier and hit the back of her neck and shoulders, making her unintentionally bite her lip as she felt tingles spread through her body and move downwards to her core.
As the dress was unzipped fully, Harry once more grasped each now free edge of her dress around at the top of its connecting clasp, pulled them apart and tried to pull them slowly down from just below her shoulder blade to her waist. He managed to pull the pieces apart okay, and he caught a glimpse of yet more flawless skin and the edges of the two enticing dimples of Venus on her lower back, but as he tried to pull it down it wouldn't budge.
Daphne giggled as he unsuccessfully tried again. "I have decent boobs, you know, gotta have straps to keep them in," she said breathily, "Here, let me."
She turned back around towards him and one by one, she pulled the thumb-width strap off her shoulders, revealing much thinner spaghetti straps, also red, underneath.
Harry couldn't help it, but the tightening in his shorts had now reached full strength as Daphne, without breaking eye contact, took hold of the sweetheart neckline at the front of her dress and pulled it down. He was sure he was in heaven and was the first to break eye contact as she revealed the top half of her bikini.
Bright red, the same as her dress, the small cups also had a slight sparkle to them, and her cleavage was so round, so generous that the creamy white flesh of her seemingly gravity-defying breasts almost looked like they could fall out at any moment. The way the cascading locks of her hair fell, framing them only solidified the fact that Harry doubted he would ever see breasts as perfect, even if he hadn't even fully seen them.
He didn't notice as he could barely look away from her chest, but Daphne unintentionally chewed the corner of her lip at the darkened look in his emerald eyes. She'd already known she was attractive of course, how many times had she been told? In the past, she'd always hated how much attention she'd got, regardless of the power it sometimes gave her. With Harry though, she wanted his attention, she wanted him to want her, and the sheer desire in his expression made her want to take things further. But she couldn't, not yet. He'd just had his first kiss, after all, but that didn't mean she couldn't show a little bit more of what she had to offer.
Following the little pause, she pulled the dress down from around her waist and bending forward, she pulled it down past her hips and it fell to her ankles. She looked up at him again, stepped out of it and kicked the dress to the side. After her recent shopping trip to buy her outfit, Daphne hadn't shown her mother this bikini but her backup one instead, as she knew her mum would never have let her wear it today. But now, her sneaky deception was paying off in full. While it had full coverage over her naughty bits and her bum, it was tied together at the sides with fabric which was also only a thumb's width and didn't start to widen into the front covering panel until it reached mid-thigh on each side.
Harry's eyes roved over her form, taking in not just her flat, but slightly muscular stomach, and the way her tiny waist flared out into generous hips. Her long, slender legs in her heels looked sublime, and Harry felt so nervous he felt almost embarrassed to look at the front panel which he knew covered her modesty.
"Like what you see?" Daphne asked, twisting to one side, showing how the curve of her back kicked out into her round derriere.
"You look…"Harry tried, mesmerized.
"Kneazle got your tongue?" she teased.
"Fucking incredible," he said.
"I know," she said casually, but with a dazzling smile, "Now let's head back out. I think we need to show Susan who the real competition is, don't you?"
Swiftly, she walked back over to the towels, handed him half and put the rest under her arm. Without another word she marched out into the sunshine, feeling like a goddess.
"Oh my God, Daphne, you look amazing!" shouted Tracey from the pool as Daphne strutted onto the patio with Harry in tow. They put the towels down on one of the empty deckchairs by the pool. Everyone apart from Draco and Astoria was already in the water.
"Holy shit," Terry said.
Even Neville said "Woah."
"Thanks, guys," she replied, beaming.
Harry was still semi-shell-shocked and stood there awkwardly as Daphne sat on another one of the deckchairs and removed her heels.
Susan, though thoroughly miffed about how Daphne looked in her bikini was far more focused on something else, and called, "Hey Harry, if you're going to come in the pool with us all, you're gonna have to take your top off."
Even Daphne laughed at that one.
"Good point" Harry replied, snapping out of his stupor and thanking the Gods that the tightening in his shorts had started to go soft and wouldn't be revealed when he took off his top, he kicked off his flip flops, reached one hand over his shoulder and in one fell swoop, removed his white t-shirt.
"Holy shit, Harry, you're fuckin ripped," Terry said from the water as Harry's bare chest came on display.
Daphne was staring, and she wasn't the only one. Susan had let out a little "eep" and sunk into the water, only her eyes and nose above it. Pansy and Tracey looked at each other open-mouthed as if to check if the other was seeing what they were seeing.
Harry was so grateful for the new potions Tonks had got him, which had done an immense job of completely transforming his body, even though he knew they wouldn't have had such an effect if he hadn't trained so damn hard for the tournament last year. He wasn't hugely bulky, he could still just about fit a medium-sized t-shirt, but he was very toned.
Daphne was sitting right next to him when he took his shirt off and she had the best view. His shirt had lifted upwards, revealing six-pack abs, broad, strong shoulders and toned pectoral muscles. She had no idea what the right name was for those little lines at the sides of his abs that ran down into his shorts in a "V" shape, but she had a sudden impulsive idea that she would very much like to lick ice cream off of them.
He looked so tall and strong towering above her, but then he leaned forward, reached out his hand, smiled, and said, coming in?
She nodded eagerly, took his hand and he pulled her to her feet. Then, he was gone, with glee on his face as he ran and jumped into the pool, splashing both Neville and Pansy, the latter of whom cried "My hair!" in indignation. Daphne wasn't stupid, she knew when she did her hair that morning that it would be ruined when she went in the pool, but she'd spent most of her allowance on a set of very expensive waterproof makeup, which, due to a variant of the Impervius charm built into the products, would completely repel water. She jumped right in after Harry, went right under the water and came up to face him and gave him a big grin.
"Come on Draco, come in with me," Astoria pleaded in her pink bikini from the Malfoy scion's side, pet lip out and looking all innocent.
"Sorry Astoria, I'm not in the mood."
"But I could make you in the mood.
"Sorry but no."
"Pleeeeease," she begged. Draco just looked at her. Most everyone in the pool had stopped to watch, and Harry wanted everyone to join in on the fun, for Daphne and Astoria.
"Draco Malfoy, if you don't get in this pool, I swear I will use whatever power I have as Lord of Slytherin to make it that all blonde boys in Slytherin have to wear pink robes to every start of term feast!" Harry called, grinning and making the rest of the party howl at the idea. Even Draco himself couldn't keep the corners of his mouth turning up.
"You wouldn't dare." he challenged.
"Try me."
"Ugh, fine!" Draco said and he stood up to unbutton his shirt.
"Yaaaay!" cheered Astoria.
For a good hour, the group laughed, swam, chatted and played. There was a diving competition in which no one was declared the winner and the boys all had a competition to see who could do the most lengths underwater. In the end, Neville won, much to everyone's surprise, but Tracey congratulated him by giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek, his stunned expression causing great mirth in everyone else.
After a little more general chilling, with some people occasionally getting out for a bit to lay on the deckchairs by the pool, Tracey suggested one last competition. They were to get into teams of two at the shallow end, and they would have a tournament. In each team one of them had to sit on the other one's shoulders, they would then have two minutes to wrestle the other team into the water. If the time ran out, or both teams fell, any bout would be a draw. The winners of each bout would go on to face the other winner, and any draws would stay on in case it was uneven at the end and they couldn't hold the semi-finals.
Her suggestion was received with enthusiasm by the group, some of whom jumped back in the pool and the rest immediately started swimming towards the shallow end.
"I pick Harry!" called Susan, who turned to her at her name, to which she flicked her wet ponytail behind her shoulder and pushed her shoulders back, smiling at him prettily.
"I want Draco!" called Astoria.
"But I want Draco," said Pansy.
"Well tough titties, I picked him first," replied Astoria, "And I've got dibs."
Before Pansy could reply, Terry called, "I want Daphne!" making Harry grit his teeth and glare at the back of Terry's head.
"I want Daphne too," he announced,
"Ah, but dibs, remember?" Terry replied smarmily.
"Fuck dibs," was Harry's snapping reply.
"Guys, guys, guys, guys stop," Tracey said, holding her hands above the water, trying to stop an argument, "We're all friends here, calm your tits. I'm in charge now and we're gonna make this fair, everyone out of the water."
No one part from Daphne started to move.
"I swear I'm going to rip your bollocks and titties off if you don't get out of this damn pool!"
"Alright, alright!" said Neville whose new movement led everyone else to start getting out as well, "Enough with the crassness, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"No, but I'd kiss you with it," was Tracey's automatic reply before she stopped and covered her mouth in shock.
Daphne, who was first out of the pool stood next to her and teased, "Mouth engage before brain a bit there, Trace?"
"Mhm," she replied, blushing to her ears.
Once everyone was out of the pool, Tracey had them all line up.
"Right everyone this is how it's going to happen," she announced, "It's Daphne's party, so she gets to pick first. She picks someone, who chooses the next person to get picked, who chooses the next one to do the picking and so on. Okay?"
"Sounds fair," agreed Blaise and the rest of them sounded their assent.
"Okay, so the picker, you step away from the group and stand where I am, and when you've picked you both go over there, okay?" said Tracey brightly, pointing to a spot a few metres away before moving to get in the lineup herself.
Daphne stepped to the spot where Tracey had stood, the floor around the pool had still been cool as water had been splashed on it but the decking she moved onto was hot on her bare feet and nearly hurt. She turned around and faced the group and put her finger on her lip, going "ummmm" as if she was just now choosing. Of course, she knew who her choice would be when Tracey suggested the idea for the game, but it was fun to make him squirm. Initially, Harry had been sure she'd pick him, but then he saw her expression and his confidence began to wane, regardless of his knowledge of Daphne's mastery of deception with her facial expressions. The rest of them believed it as was well, apart from Astoria and Tracey, and Terry deliberately moved to stand with his legs apart and puffed out his chest.
"I chooooooose…" Daphne said with a long pause, "Harry!"
Harry smiled and stepped away from the line, loving Terry's low mutter of "For fuck's sake," as he moved to Daphne's side and turned on the spot to face the group.
Harry didn't care who went next, he had what he wanted, so he just announced "Right Tracey, you picked the game, you can pick next," before he and Daphne moved to Tracey's allocated "complete teams" spot.
"Yay!" Tracey said and walked out to take her turn.
"I pick Neville," she said, without any hesitation. Neville grinned and walked out to join her. He was feeling nervous around Tracey, but he was happy to spend a bit of quality time with her. Having spent a bit of time with Hannah in his youth, and wanting her to come out of her shy shell a little called her to go next.
Hannah was only just out of the line before she picked Susan, who walked past Daphne glaring at her. To Daphne, it felt glorious.
Thoroughly deflated, Susan took her place next to her friend and said, "Oh, I don't know, Astoria," picking at random.
Astoria bounded from her spot as Pansy groaned. Draco, on the other hand, was pleased to be chosen immediately and so enthusiastically. She just made him feel carefree whenever he was around her; like all the darkness and bullshit from his life at home just didn't matter. He felt a bit sorry for Pansy though. He didn't fancy her but he did think she was a fun person to be around, so he chose her next.
Pansy took her spot, being the last one to choose. Millicent smiled at her, and everyone was pretty adamant they knew what Pansy's choice was gonna be. It seemed a good idea, after all, and would be pretty funny having Blaise or Terry on the other's shoulders, but that is not what happened. Now that Daphne, Tracey and Astoria all had the boys they wanted, even if she couldn't have Draco, she thought "At least this way I'll get one too."
"I choose Blaise," she said.
"What?" said Terry loudly, frowning, "Why didn't you choose Millicent?"
"I just wanted to be with a boy." she said meekly, looking over at her "not picked" friend.
"What am I not good enough for you, is that it? I even helped you get an O on your potions essay that one time."
"She just knows Blaise better, don't you Pansy?" said Harry, trying to come to her rescue.
"So what? Now I have to pair with Millicent?" he moaned, "She's heavier than me, even if the antigravitational upthrust of the water would reduce that we've got no change."
"Don't talk about her like that," snapped Daphne, "If you're gonna be rude you can just go home."
Terry stopped at that, swallowed, and seemed to realise his misstep. This was a networking party for the ages, he couldn't fuck this up, he thought, realising he needed to do some immediate damage control.
"I'm sorry Millicent," he said, turning to her, looking genuinely contrite, "I didn't mean it like that, I just haven't won anything today and I wanted a chance to beat them all. I'm sure we can do it together if we try."
Millicent's face was hard, she was a tough call, but Daphne knew she was seconds from tearing up, especially when she said "I don't…I don't think I want to anymore."
"Please, Millie," says Daphne, her voice lilting with her plea, "It won't be as fun if you aren't playing."
"Plus if he's a dick anymore we can strip him off and vanish his shorts." added Tracey, making not just Millicent laugh, but everyone. Even Terry couldn't help but snort at the audacity of Tracey's suggestion and realised she'd allowed him to save face, so he turned to Millicent, dropped to his knees and took her hand.
Looking up at her, he vowed, "I swear on the existence of my shorts, Millicent, I won't be rude to you again today."
Everyone laughed and then cheered when after a little hesitation, Millicent turned up the corners of her mouth and said, "Okay."
Astoria, Draco, Susan and Hannah all got in the pool when Tracey stopped where she stood and realised she needed something to count the time on. Daphne advised her bedroom window was open and she could use the clock by her bed so Tracey should just summon it, but Tracey had left her wand in Daphne's room so Pansy walked back to where she'd been sitting, grabbed her wand and summoned the small wooden clock through the window with a simple "Accio."
With their clock sorted and everyone back in the pool, how did they choose who got to go first? As it was Tracey's game, she was the official timekeeper, unless it was her and Neville's turn, of course. Again, as it was Daphne's birthday party, she and Harry would get to go first, and their first opponents were a volunteering Pansy and Blaise.
As everyone else sat on the side, their feet dangling in the water, Daphne and Harry, and Pansy and Blaise moved opposite each other in the shallow end of the pool. Then, suddenly loving being in charge, Tracey shouted, "Ladies, mount your man's shoulders." Harry had been standing directly behind Daphne, watching a drop of water trail its way enticingly down the side of her neck when Tracey had made that announcement, and he took a deep breath before dipping himself in the water. For a few seconds, as he opened his eyes underwater his mind raced with the thought "Holy shit, I'm six inches away from Daphne's arse." He stared at the taught red fabric around her buttocks, but then she spread her slender, toned thighs and he pushed his head between them, reached his arms around her knees and stood up quickly in the water. His plan to make her jump paid off as he caught the end of her surprised yelp as his ears cleared the water. He laughed at his success, which wasn't marred by the playful slap she gave him to the side of his head. But then, he locked challenging eyes with Blaise across the water, and Harry's innate competitiveness completely trumped any focus on the fact that Daphne's velvet-soft thighs were resting on either side of his head.
The bout didn't take very long, not with the combination of the potions, the many years of quidditch and the strict training regimen Harry had held himself to last year in order to prepare for the tournament. It meant that he could easily plant himself on the pool's floor, and his strong torso meant any pushing of Daphne that Pansy would do wouldn't affect his position. However, Daphne was also physically fit as well, having made sure that she exercised daily from her second year when she began to grow fearful of some of the more despicable behaviour of some of her fellow students. Some boys just didn't take no for an answer, and she'd been worried she might have to fight someone off one day. The unfortunate truth did provide a positive outcome this time, as she easily managed to manipulate Pansy's slight frame, hooking a full arm under Pansy's shoulder and dragging her into the water in less than twenty seconds. Pansy and Blaise were both disappointed, but graceful in their defeat, and Harry gave Daphne a double high-five before they got out of the water.
Next, it was Team Tracey and Neville, vs Team Susan and Hannah. This one took a little bit longer, and then their game became a draw when Susan accused Tracey of trying to distract her by grabbing her boob. Tracey had just shrugged and asked "Can you blame me? Look at the size of those puppies!" to loud laughs. In response, Susan had blushed and said "Nah, I guess not."
For the last of the initial heats, Millicent and Terry lost to Draco and Astoria. It turned out that Astoria was freakishly strong. She had a wiry frame and Draco managed to hook a leg behind Terry's which made him lose his balance and they went tumbling in the water. Terry looked glum as he and Millicent sat on the side, but their game nearly went to the full allotted time, so he was happy that they'd managed to put up a good fight against Draco and Astoria, who Tracey affectionally dubbed "The Demon", to Astoria's delight.
This left four teams left, and they were onto the semi-finals. Harry had been sitting next to Daphne on the poolside, and not knowing how she would feel about public displays of affection, had simply edged his hand along, and angling his leg so it was out of view, placed his fingers gently over hers. Just this little flirty gesture in the happiness of the day had their hearts pounding, and they kept making little glances at each other. But then it was their turn, and this time they would be facing Susan and Hannah.
The atmosphere was a bit tense after this one, it was more aggressive in nature than any of the others. Daphne had worked out that she could lock her ankles behind Harry's back, so it allowed him the use of his hand. Susan had been gone all in and was really quite vicious, by the end Daphne had red lines from fingernail scratches on her shoulder, but just after Tracey had called out there was a minute left, Harry managed to pull Hannah's arms from around her knees and at the same time Daphne grabbed Susan's ponytail and dragged her into the water. Susan complained and said she wanted a rematch, but with a few people's justified concern that a rematch might get even more aggressive, Tracey denied the request.
The last match of the semifinals was over quickly. As she rose out of the water on Draco's shoulders, Astoria raised both of her arms to the sky, hands like claws and cried "I. Am. The Demooooooon, Mwahahahaha" and both Tracey and Neville couldn't keep straight faces. It didn't take long though before Tracey went flying into the water, as Astoria and Draco had created a novel tactic, where he would sink into the water to his ears, as Astoria called "Aaaaaaand…Go!" to which he stood up quickly while Astoria pushed Tracey by her shoulders as hard she could. It was a shock tactic that was very successful.
This was it then, the finals. Harry and Daphne, vs Draco and Astoria. They were getting ready to join them in the water, when Tracey called "The Game Master needs to pee," and went off to go to the bathroom. This meant Draco and Astoria got up and walked over to the seating area to grab something to drink, and that Daphne and Harry could have a good pre-game conversation.
"Okay," Daphne said, "We've got this. We can easily beat them, Draco's not as strong as you are. If they try for that sneaky tactic again, you sink as well and go at the same time as Draco. Got it?"
"Yeah, sounds good," said Harry, "I'll try to splash Draco in the face to distract him."
"Good plan," said Daphne, as Harry looked over towards their final opponents. They were clearly amping each other up. Astoria was practically bouncing on the spot, Harry overheard Draco say "You were amazing!"
Harry pursed his lips.
"What is it?" asked Daphne
Harry was still watching. Draco was beaming, and Harry watched him pick up his glass and let Astoria try some of his drink. He had an idea. He almost hated himself for it, knowing what his relationship with Draco had been like over the years, but -
"Let's let them win," Harry whispered.
"What?!" asked Daphne, pulling her head slightly back in her confusion, "Why?"
"Look at them. Look at how he is with your sister, it's like he's not even the same Draco when he's around her.
"And she's not the same around him," admitted Daphne, "She takes things more seriously but also she seems to forget about everything to do with… well you know."
Daphne smiled sadly.
"They need it," Harry said, "You know how Draco hates how he's never beaten me at anything. We can give him a great memory connected to the day he spent with people who were leaning towards our side, with good people. We can give her a day where she gets to just forget everything."
Daphne smiled at him, "You're pretty cool, you know that?" she said,
"I try," replied Harry dryly. "Okay, so here's the plan. If they haven't beaten us on their own yet when Tracey calls "thirty seconds left" I'm gonna slip and you tip too. We'll give Astoria an opening."
"Got it."
Everything went exactly as planned. They still followed Daphne's initial tactic at the beginning, when Astoria and Draco tried their previous trick, they couldn't make it look like they let them win. Yet soon the last thirty seconds were called, and when Astoria and Draco successfully pushed Daphne off Harry's shoulders Draco yelled his initial victory, beaming. Once Astoria was off his shoulders, he turned to face Harry, still smiling, but with a dubious look in his eyes, looking to see how Harry would react to his loss.
"Yes! I finally beat you!" Draco said.
"I know, I can't believe it," Harry said, looking truly miffed. "So fucking close, well done though."
Astoria was already out of the pool, running around it, both fists in the air, and was yelling "We are the best, Team Demon Dragon is victorious! Bask in our victory, mwahahahahahahaha!"
She kept running until she was completely out of breath and had to sit down.
Draco and Harry's eyes met, and neither spoke as they gauged each other and then Draco stuck out his hand to offer a handshake.
"Well played Scarhead," he said, smiling.
"Well played Funblood," Harry replied, matching his smile.
"Everyone! Come and grab some plates! The barbecue is ready!" Ellanore cried from the kitchen doorway.
Draco nodded at him, before turning and getting out of the pool to follow the others, who were walking back to the seating area where a large stack of plates and some cutlery had been placed. Only Harry and Daphne remained in the water and he turned to her.
"That was such a good idea, you are amazing sometimes, you know that?" Daphne complimented.
"Only sometimes?" Harry replied with a smirk.
"Hmm, we'll see," Daphne replied, before stepping directly in front of him. Gently reaching up for his chin, she kissed him softly. It lasted only five seconds or so, but it felt divine, and Harry, who'd wrapped his arms around Daphne's bare waist, was amazed by how soft her skin felt, even underwater.
"Come, on" Daphne replied, "Let's go grab some food, I'm starving."
"Me too," Harry admitted, "You go ahead, I'll be there in a minute."
"Why?" Daphne asked curiously.
"Well, hot girl, recently with legs wrapped around your head, then goes and kisses you, wearing not that many clothes…"
"Ah," said Daphne blushing madly while glancing down at the front of his shorts, "Well, at least I know you like me."
Harry snorted as she turned to get out of the pool, and he watched the water dripping off her as she pulled herself out of the water. What he didn't expect to see was Susan, already sitting eating her food, looking at Daphne with a face like thunder.
