A/N: At the moment I'm working on rewriting the first five chapters before I try to add more. I don't own Harry Potter or Lupin and Tonks would still be alive.
Sonofabitch, I did it again, I thought with a groan. I love waking up and not knowing where I am or who's next to me. 'Mmm' I hummed in faux appreciation. The random odd smell, the unknown ceiling and decor. I know how to start the day right. Today the walls were a puce green and the ceiling was an ugly not-quite-white. I looked over and saw a dark brown mess of hair above a muscled, olive skinned back. At least he's hot, I thought, but what the hell is his name? As long as he was asleep though, I figured no one needed to know I'd forgotten it. Thinking back on last night, I was surprised I remembered my own name. It had been a rough one.
Added to my increasingly long list of complaints was the pounding headache I had woken up to.
I got up and immediately regretted it as the pounding worsened and the light that slipped through the shutters blinded me. Last night was worse than usual. After a long pause to adjust I began looking for my clothes. Through squinting eyes, I saw my shirt and jacket just inside the door. Moving slowly so as to not wake my bed partner, I pulled my legs gingerly from the warmth of the sheets and lowered them to the carpet. Taking a moment to rest, I looked down and saw my skirt with my underwear peeking out of the pile. I dragged them over with my foot and slipped them on. Still haven't seen any signs of a bra though I'm pretty sure I wore one last night, I thought. Maybe 87% sure. I cringed as I saw that my bra had fallen behind the desk. Glad I barely remember how that got there. As I knelt to retrieve it, I crawled under the desk and heard a groan from behind me followed by someone clearing their throat. Fuck.
"Well that's a sight to wake up to." What's-His-Name said. Ignoring him, I balanced on my knees still under the desk to put my bra on. "Sure you don't want a round two?" he asked.
"Quite sure, thank you." I said, standing up before adding "Robbie" when his name came back to me. Then, before I could find out if he remembered mine, I stooped down, grabbed my shirt and jacket, and stepped out of his room. Getting fully dressed and making my way through his apartment as quickly as my hangover weary body would let me, I grabbed my purse in his entryway and left. As I went down the stairs I had ascended just hours before, I wondered for the umpteenth time how I had gotten myself here, not physically -I knew that involved firewhiskey- but as a person. Since when was I fine with one night stands and firewhiskey and the general shit I got myself into these days? I suppose since the fight with Ron, I thought as I made my way home.
It had been mid-morning about three weeks after the battle. Harry, Ron, and I were eating a late breakfast together while sitting on the porch of the Burrow. I was complaining about missing school since we hadn't spent our last year of school actually being taught, and now it was over. 'You only miss it because school was the only thing you're good at. Now you have nothing to show for it. It must be terrible for you to have no one to show off to. No wonder you want to go back there.'' Ron had said acidly. Since Fred's death Ron had been cruel and distant. When he was around he was constantly throwing jibes regarding my looks and habits. I suppose some people think Ron is dumb, and with emotions he is, but Ron had 5 older brothers. He knew how much words hurt and knew me so well that he knew what to say to hurt me worse than anyone else.
The tears rushed to my eyes as I roared, 'RONALD WEASLEY! How dare you, I ought to hex you into another century! At least I once had something to show off in, the only thing you excelled in was quidditch but of course you weren't good enough to go pro.' I said, lashing out right back at him. I remember Harry trying to cut in, to calm us down and deescalate the situation like he had so many times before. I continued, 'How does it feel to not be special? Going nowhere, doing nothing, "I knew I could stop there. I could walk away and come back later and everything would've gone back to normal but I realized I didn't want that. I refused to go back to the constant verbal assault that had become our normal so I continued on "All you do is sit around all day, lashing out at anyone who tries to help you. Well, I'm done. I refuse to put up with any more of your shit Ron. I'll be surprised if anyone can stand you much longer."
"Yeah whatever, no one wanted you here anyway. We'll call you if we want a lecture." he yelled at my back as I ran to the Burrows boundaries and Disapparated to Hogsmeade. Wiping the tears from my eyes and taking a moment to force myself to appear some semblance of calm, I leaned back on the wall of the alley I had appeared in. Walking quickly down the street, I went straight to the Hog's Head and promptly got myself right wasted.
That night, Aberforth had helped me into the spare room above the bar. My trunk had appeared outside my door the next morning, presumably Aberforth had used his mirror to ask Harry to send it. That first morning in Hogsmeade, I told Aberforth only that I had ended my relationship with Ron and needed a place to stay for the summer. I decided I would join a few students from my year and return to school to complete my education and graduate properly. Aberforth recommended I volunteer rebuilding Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. So that was how I spent my days and at night I would get varying degrees of drunk and wake up the next morning in a strange bed with a strange man and stumble to my room at The Hog's Head to restart the cycle. Godric, I can't keep this up! It has been a month already. What am I going to do?
Okay so I rewrote the first chapter because it had been five years and I figured I had hopefully improved. Let me know how you like it. I'll probably do the same for the other chapters. Not changing much plot-wise but adding to the story and dialogue. No idea of the time frame, probably not another five years though. Thanks for giving it a chance!