Harry slowly woke to find Daphne curled against him, her hair spilling out over the pillow in golden waves. The early morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. The only sound to reach his ears was the soft, rhythmic snoring from Daphne; he couldn't help but smile. For a moment, Harry felt like time had slowed just for them.

He carefully shifted her a little closer, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against him. Daphne stirred, but didn't wake, instead burying herself into his chest with a little sigh. Harry buried his face into her tousled hair, inhaling the faint scent of pine needles that constantly clung to her.

Daphne eventually awoke, her eyelashes slowly fluttering as Harry traced gentle circles across her back. She turned her head slightly, peeking up at Harry with a small smile. "Morning," she whispered, her voice sodden with sleep.

"Morning," Harry murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, her skin was soft and smooth.

Daphne yawned before propping herself up on one elbow to look at him properly. "You're never up this early," she said, her eyes were still half-lidded with sleep.

Harry grinned, "well, I can't exactly complain with you beside me, -" he gently ran a hand through her hair, "- can I?"

Daphne giggled softly. "What a charmer you are," she teased, her finger tracing absent patterns across his chest.

They stayed like that for a while, exchanging soft kisses as sunlight crept further into the room. Eventually, Daphne sat up, stretching and allowing the blanket to fall around her. "I suppose we should get up," she sighed.

Harry hummed, admiring her Harry Potter themed pyjamas that Astoria got her for Christmas a few days prior. "We could stay a little longer." He reached for her hand and gently pulled her back down beside him.

Daphne raised an eyebrow, though she put up no resistance. "Tempting," she said, running a hand through his fringe. "But we have to go out today, remember?"

"But it's cold out there," Harry said, running his hand over her shoulders.

Daphne pouted, "you said you would take me to get ice cream."

Harry groaned, "alright, you win. Honestly, I don't know why you want ice cream in the middle of bloody winter."

Daphne giggled, "I always win, Harry." She leaned in to kiss him again, this time longer and slower.

Later in the day, the outside air had turned bitterly cold. The warmth of the morning sun had been replaced by a biting wind that swept through the streets. Daphne stood by the door, bundled in her coat, while Harry fumbled with the buttons on his own jacket.

Daphne sighed, stepping forward and batting his hands away so she could fix the buttons herself. "You're hopeless," she muttered, shaking her head fondly.

Harry chucked, "I can manage myself, you know."

Daphne shot him a withering glance; he gulped despite her teasing smile. "I'm yet to see it Harry." She reached up and wrapped her oversized scarf around his neck, tugging it snugly before giving a final, satisfied nod. "There. All done."

Harry grinned down at her. "I could have done that myself you know."

Daphne rolled her eyes, "yes, I'm sure you could've. Bloody Boy-Who-Lived can't button his own coat, what a headline that would make."

Harry laughed, "alright, lets go before you try and stuff me into mittens as well."

"Don't tempt me." Daphne opened the door and stepped into the snow, tugging on Harry's hand to lead him down the road, her breath misted in front of her. She glanced at Harry, who had his other hand buried deep within his pocket.

Harry turned his head towards her, eyes narrowing when he noticed her teasing smile. "What?"

Daphne giggled and pulled a pair of mittens out of her pocket.

Harry rolled his eyes, "honestly Daphne, -"

Daphne kissed him, cutting off his reply, before she forced the mittens onto his hands.

Harry chucked, pressing a kiss to Daphne's forehead. "I love you, Daphne."

"I love you too, Harry." She grinned. "Come on, you still owe me ice cream."

Harry shook his head before turning and trudging through the snow towards the ice cream store; Daphne skipped along beside him with a wide grin plastered onto her face.