Hey, sorry about that. I don't know what happened. I got an email a while back about how someone was not going to bother reading my story because I needed writing lessons. I didn't realize the spaces were taken out. But no need to worry! Fixed it:) Enjoy:)

"You look horrible."

That's the first thing Ginny Weasley heard when she opened her eyes that morning. She turned her head to glare at the perpetrator, wincing as she did so.

"Oh, thanks," she said sarcastically. "Because that's the first thing a girl wants to hear in the morning!" Ginny scowled as Harry laughed and ran a hand through her hair as she sat up gently, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "Remind me to never drink alcohol ever again." she told him, her head throbbing.

"I don't know," Harry said thoughtfully, a smile on his lips, as he came closer, putting an arm around her shoulders. "I think I like drunk-Ginny."

She swatted him - and missed - then let out a groan, massaging her temples. "What did I do?" She hoped that last night, at George and Angelina's post-elopement party, that she hadn't done anything too embarrassing. She was known for acting... rambunctious... when she was drunk. It was a family trait.

"Well, you announced to the whole room that you were going skinny dipping in the upstairs bathtub, told your brothers that I had been given the gift of your virginity, and then dumped cake in Angelina's hair while complaining about a missed wedding." Harry said, chuckling. "Oh, and then you started dancing on the dining room table. You were rather... provocative while doing it, too - but I'm not complaining."

Ginny groaned. "Oh no!" She lay her head against Harry's shoulder and whimpered, clutching his T-shirt in her hands. "What did Mum say?"

"She was pretty out of it herself, actually." he offered with a grin. "I reckon I was the only one there who wasn't completely smashed." Harry continued bemusedly.

"Oh no," Ginny moaned. She was never going to live this down.

"But, then again, someone had to be sober enough to apparate us home." Harry said, a small smile playing on his lips. Ginny growled and mumbled something unintelligable. "What was that?"

"Shtoptalkinmyheadeffinhurts." she said in a rush.

"Huh?"

"For Merlin's sake, Harry, just stop talking! My bloody fucking head hurts!" Ginny whined, but a threatening edge came into her voice. She could feel his shoulders shaking and she knew he was laughing.

He kissed her forehead and pulled away from her. "I'll get you a hang-over remedy, love."