A.N: there is more to come, I promise I will write more, it could take a while enjoy though. Reviews are super appreciated.
The World's Worst Hangover- Chapter One
I rolled over in bed, my head hurt. No wait. That was an understatement, my head pounded. It was probably going to implode. Well, I thought, at least it will be less messy. This was Black's fault, Black and Potter's fault. Why had I given in to those idiots? Their ridiculous Christmas party had been fun but I could barely remember it. Trust them to spike the punch with fire whisky, why did I not see that coming? I sat up quickly. What had I done?
"Oh no, no, no, no, no" I muttered getting out of bed and pulling on clothes. Thank god for the weekend, I thought, I probably had the world's worst hangover. In my head I formulated a list. First wake Alice, then find out what happened last night, then get paracetamol. No! Paracetamol first, then Alice and then humiliation.
I stumbled into the bathroom, almost blinded myself with the light and hit myself in the head with the bathroom cabinet door. I couldn't help it I let out a huge yowl and woke up Alice; the possible bright side was that I'd just killed two birds with one stone, the down side? My head hurt more than ever.
"Lil? You ok?" A concerned voice called from the other side of the door.
"Yeah I think so, just the world's worst hangover. Do you have any clue how sharp those corners on the cabinet are?" I called back.
"Yep I can tell you're fine Lil, you're using your infamous sense of humour," She joked back. I groaned, found my paracetamol and plodded back into our dorm.
"Alice, what stupid ridiculous things did I do last night, if any, and how many of them involved James Potter? Also how many are around the school and how much am I going to regret last night?" I asked, terrified of the answers.
"Lily, Lily, relax you didn't do anything stupid with James, you were the most boring drunk person I've ever seen!" Hearing this was great but my head was still pounding.
I thumped down stairs, flopped on a sofa and started reading one of my transfiguration books. I looked awful, my hair was crazy, there were huge bags under my eyes and I felt like I'd been set on fire by a Hungarian horntail. I couldn't concentrate either, and I didn't understand transfiguration at the best of times. Sure I could do it but it was so hard! Potions was my better subject by far. Damn! Thinking of potions I'd completely forgotten, Slughorn's ridiculous slug club Christmas party was tonight. I was a mess, hungover and I had no date. He was going to go on at me; Slughorn was like that irritating family member who insisted on going on about a certain obnoxious boy with messy hair and glasses, who happened to be very very hot, clever and witty. I was just drifting off into some awful daydream about James freakin' potter when James appeared by my shoulder and called down my ear "Lilykins, it was simply fabulous of you to come last night, did you like the special ingredient I added to the punch?"
"No James I did not like the ingredient you added to the punch, could you please stop shouting before you become the reason for my head imploding." I said; ready to hit him and his huge, beautiful, stunning head! God I had to stop thinking about him that way, it was probably the trace of the alcohol. So it was probably the alcohol that made me do the next thing.
"Potter! You want to make up for my incredible hangover?" I called across the room. He turned almost instantly.
"Anything for my Lily-Flower," I called back.
"Come to Slughorn's stupid party with me?" I asked hoping not to humiliate myself. Although the look on his face was brilliant.
"Party, tonight, your date, me?" He asked dumbstruck. I should've done this years earlier the whole thing was hilarious.
"Yes potter, you, me, Slughorn's party," the look of realisation on his face was brilliant.
"Of… Of… Of c…c…c…course," I had reduced James Potter to speechlessness. He turned and ran out the common room towards the boy's dormitories, I couldn't help but think nice arse.