Uses magic on his hair

Before Harry could react, Daphne's fingers began to weave through his hair, gently tugging at the strands. She pulled his head back slightly, exposing his neck. With a flick of her wand, she cast a spell on his hair, causing it to grow longer and more lustrous.

As she continued to hold him in her lap, Harry felt the coolness of her wand on his neck as his hair started to grow longer. The sensation was strangely arousing, causing a small stir in his groin. He tried to focus on the situation at hand but found it difficult with her body so close to him.

Daphne let go of Harry's hair and took a step back, admiring her handiwork. She watched as Harry's hair cascaded down his shoulders in soft waves, framing his face beautifully. "Not bad," she murmured, her gaze fixed on him.

Harry's eyes widened in shock as he realized that his hair was no longer short and messy but now fell in soft waves just past his shoulders.

He reached up to touch it, feeling a strange mix of confusion and excitement. "Wh-what have you done to me?" he stammered, looking up at Daphne in horror.

Daphne smiled at Harry's reaction, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I simply used a spell to alter the growth of your hair," she explained casually, as if this was an everyday occurrence. "I'm sure you'll get used to it in time."

Harry's face turned bright red as he tried to process what Daphne had just done to him. He felt both embarrassed and aroused by the new length of his hair.

Daphne seemed to enjoy his discomfort as she continued to toy with him. "That's not all, Harry."

Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he heard Daphne's ominous tone. He knew there was more to come, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him.

"I'm going to make you more comfortable with your feminine side." Daphne's words sent a chill down Harry's spine. He didn't want to be feminine, but he could feel himself being drawn into this world against his will. "How...?" he managed to ask, his voice shaking slightly.