Dance of Fates

chapter 18

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Chapter 18 is here and I'm sorry for being late I was very busy prepari4my graduation project but here I am.
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Morning arose when Harry found the warm body of Daphne sleeping peacefully next to him, lighting a candle on his bedside table,to glance around for any sign of something wrong.

 A huge grin crossing his face as he moved her hair off her sleeping face. 

He stole a glance at the lone window in the room, it was still dark but it was calm, which meant the storm died hours ago.

He laid next to Daphne, contemplating his situation with her. Was this alright? 

True they had been married for five months now. Had they rushed for the next step? He blamed hormones, the change in his body and the whole change in his life; everytime Daphne was around him, she made his skin shiver. He had not been able to hold himself last night, he had never felt this way in his entire life,what happened the night before was like a dream. Who would have guessed that Harry Potter will lose his virginity in Grimmauld Place under the noses of everyone and that to the lovely ice queen and the princess of his heart?

While everyone thought that he was having a crush on Cho Chang, he was falling in love with this ice queen of Hogwarts. 

She didn't pretend around him, and spoke freely of what was in her mind. She was known for her silence towards people.

But she chose to trust him amongst everyone. She even risked herself and came there despite everything at his most critical time.

She might find it difficult to show her true emotions but she was responsive to him. 

Which was a huge and great progress in their relationship. Not to mention the sex, which was magnificent. 

He flinched when he heard a moan, his head turned to see his beautiful wife unconsciously snuggling more into him, searching for warmth, the covers weren't enough for her. 

It wasn't the first time he was seeing it, they slept together before, but they didn't pass beyond cuddling. Now they shagged and there was no return. 

His life was an open book, everyone meddled in it and had their parts, he had never had his own choice, the marriage wasn't his own choice but now it had become. 

She was his secret. 

Some weird feeling was stirring in his body, he thought it was his imagination that he should shove it off. 

Daphne opened her eyes slowly feeling some soreness, forgetting where she was.

Like she was having some hangover from some poor night with Tracey, the warmth of the body that she was snuggled into reminded her of the night before. 

"Harry?"

He heard a sleepy voice, his head turned to her "Daphne morning."

The room was still slightly illuminated from the candle.

'So it wasn't a dream after all,' she rose from the bed to place her upper body on his, feeling sore. Harry tensed as he felt his new favorite parts of her body on his ribcage.

"What time is it?"

"Emm 5:15 am," he answered, turning softly, trying not to disturb her, looking at his watch . 

"...Early..."

He nodded as ice eyes met emerald green. 

"How are you feeling?"