Daphne may have been a Slytherin by nature and virtue of her father, but her mother had been a Ravenclaw. She knew when to move, and when to bide her time, when she could best 'play' and when to do what she had to do. Could she learn to love Draco Malfoy? Perhaps in time, but that had to start with at least some effort of understanding and acceptance of their place in the plan. And tonight, that started with a dinner on the arm of her fiance.
She reached out to accept his arm and looked to him with a tilt to her head. I hope I can trust you with my heart, Draco Malfoy...cause it seems as if I have no choice in the matter. "We shall, whenever you wish, darling?" She deferred to him but it was clear she was ready, and this time, the tension was no longer there.