Daphne didn't care if he was going to dry them or not, he just needed to be out of them. The longer he waited to dry them, the colder he'd be and that was unnecessary. She smiled and shrugged. Now that they were both dry, it didn't matter. The mess on the floor would be cleaned eventually, though as Daphne thought that, Harry beat her to it.
Once in bed, she tossed the damp towel on the floor. Obviously when she was cold and a bit tired, Daphne didn't care about cleanliness. The thought had crossed her mind about putting on her bed clothes, but she'd be much warmer this way, she figured. Plus, when she saw Harry drop his towels, probably with the same idea in mind, she grinned.
Once he joined her in bed, Daphne snuggled up close to him to keep warm, her goose bump laden legs entwining with his own. It was August and they were freezing their asses off, though that normally happened in the later hours of the evening and when one climbed out of a hot bath.
"Feel better?" she asked, one arm going around his torso as her fingers brushed against his skin.