Poor Harry always got caught in the tail end of Daphne's crazy ideas. At least she kept things interesting, that was a good plus. She grinned and began to untie her robe. "You didn't answer me," she hissed again, though as she approached him and stood at the end of the bed, she figured it hardly mattered now. She finished untying her robe and looked at him, grinning coyly and letting it fall open.
Beneath was something along the lines of what she would have worn on the wedding night, had it been a real wedding and all. The whole set was white and light blue with lace and lots of sheer spots on it. Her bra gave her a nice little push up and the garter belt and knickers were really just too damn cute to pass up. Once they hit the floor, they'd vanish, as she set a vanishing spell on them just before she put them on before leaving her parents' house.
Daphne let the robe fall to the floor as she crawled onto the bed, straddling him as her lips found purchase just below his belly button, kissing her way upwards slowly and softly. "You still haven't answered me," she mumbled, veering off to the side to allow her lips to seek out his nipple before flicking her tongue over it. If he didn't answer her, he'd get no shagging for the night, but then again, she figured he was smart enough.
Daphne continued to grin as her lips moved upward once more, finding his collar bone, then his neck, his chin and eventually his lips where she paused, hovering over him waiting for a response before she kissed him.