As much of a socialite Daphne once was, she should have also been used to uncomfortable dresses, but she really couldn't stand them. There was a huge difference between dressing up for a party and dressing up for something Ministry related. To keep face, she needed to look like a walking curtain. She succeeded in that sense.
As he unzipped her, Daphne smiled thankfully. She had no idea their thoughts were on the same page, but he probably knew. Anytime he wanted, her room was his and it wasn't like they hadn't spent the night together before. Married couples that didn't sleep together all the time were probably considered ridiculous. No matter, as long as he was with her tonight, nothing really mattered.
Feeling the kiss on her neck, Daphne shuddered before entering her bedroom and sliding out of her dress and shoes. There was no denying what a bloody relief it was to be free from the tapestry she had been wearing. She sighed and plucked a plain t-shirt from her bed and slid it over her head before walking over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of knickers. After all, with a dress like that, who really needed them? Once she was clothed once more, she pulled the sheets back and crawled into bed, waiting for Harry to join her. Her dress and shoes could stay in a heap on the floor for all she cared. It wasn't as if she'd ever wear them again anyway.