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"Our first time, you played Bashful," Luna murmured, into Harry's hair.
He grunted.
"No, you weren't Grumpy until after the move."
"Sorry 'bout that," Harry murmured, turning to look up at her. "Next morning, I was Sleepy."
Luna smiled. "Yes, and then Sneezy after we opened up my old book cartons."
"Oh," Harry replied, blushing, "and later that night, you played Doc."
"That's right—those Doxies were unexpected, weren't they?
"After the wine Seamus brought for our house-warming, I think I was Dopey, wasn't I?"
"That was fun," Luna said, tightening her embrace, but I like you best when you're Happy."