Sunday, March 25th ~*~ Morning
She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, biting her bottom lip as her gaze drifted lower. Harry had woke her earlier, and Daphne didn't regret the time they'd spent wrapped in each others arms that morning, but she was already tired. If they didn't have plans for the day, she would have crawled back into bed for a nap.
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