It wasn't that he didn't want a little Harry running around. The key to most of Harry's fears was displacement...which really shouldn't be that much of a surprise given his early childhood. On the surface, Harry truly believed that the Dursley's had had no effect on him and on the surface that was true. The real damage was locked away much deeper. Adrian, a baby, he just didn't want to be replaced...not that he even realized the reasoning behind his fear of a child and hatred for Adrian.
On those issues there was always the wild card. Daphne. With her influence, he didn't know how a situation would turn out. It wasn't exactly her causing the turmoil. It was him. Half the time it was his desire to please her interfering with what he considered to be his safe ground. Technically, it wasn't a bad thing. Just confusing and a little frightening.
At the current moment these thoughts were a thousand miles away. All he could focus on was Daphne. He didn't know where he got the nerve to do anything to her, but was definitely pulling it from somewhere. His lips followed the familiar trail but this time he didn't detour. It was about her, it always had been for him. His hands moved to her hips, preventing her from moving away from him as his tongue teased her, finding that one spot he knew would never fail to pull one of those perfect moans from her.