"What.... the blooming hell...." Harry was setting a blushing Daphne down on her feet while he himself lunged for a towel, stepping out onto the bathmat. Too late he attempted to manhandle the cloth around his waist, so that he ended up flashing all his assets at both his sister-in-law as well as his schoolyard enemy; a scandalized Hermione drew both hands to her mouth in absolute embarrassment. ".... do you think you're doing with my best girl, you oily...."