Bloody Pucey. Why did that useless tool always seem to pop up whenever Harry would rather he'd just die. Thankfully, having Daphne back and in his arms was enough to soften the blow to a mild irritation. It wasn't his place to tell Daphne her friend was an idiot. Instead he'd simple bare it. He was hoping she'd realize that eventually. The only thing he wanted at the moment was to make her happy.
Smiling lightly, he held her tightly. "I'm afraid you are wearing far too much clothing." he responded, his hands, now warmed, slid from her back to her waist. "And unfortunately, I can't keep you warm up here forever." He enjoyed being up on the roof, but it was getting cooler then what was comfortable and Daphne was only wearing a light shirt.
The both of them would have to return inside eventually, so they might as well do it now while they still had the sense to do so. The last thing either of them wanted was to be caught with a cold.