While before the height of the counters had not been an issue, now it had become a problem. He didn't care where they were. Well, that wasn't true. He did have one stipulation, but it was easily met. He just needed to find a chair. A comfortable chair. Thankfully, there just happened to be on of those in the next room over. Harry could have had a dislocated shoulder and he still would have managed carrying Daphne to where they needed to be. It took a bit longer then he would have liked, but his annoyance melted away as he found the chair, sinking down with Daphne's legs on either side of him. This way she was still flush against him, his lips had access to her neck, and his hands had access to the entire expanse of her back.
For someone who was nervous about being a father, Harry certainly didn't take anymore precaution then he had the first time. He was far too wrapped up in Daphne to bother thinking about it. Having her this close to him always made his pulse quicken. Having been apart only made it seem to make it quicken all the more.
His lips found one of his favourite spots on her neck as his hands guided her, lifting her hips enough to allow him access to her before guiding her onto him. Even with as much desire he felt for her, he couldn't rush with her. It seemed like such a waste not to cherish every moment. He was sure there might be times when it was rushed, but he didn't see why this had to be one of them.