A/N: Hello again readers, i finally came back to put this story up for all of you to read. I Hope you all will like this story. Unlike NightGames, Morning After is a much more lively, and comic story.
Rated: M for mature.
Warning: Language, Sexual content. You have been warned.
Chapter one:
"Here's your drink," a sultry voice whispered against her ear.
-Beep-Beep-beep-
Serena woke with a start, her eyes blinking at the blinding sun that had fallen across her face. Oh god, she moaned, her hand touching her forehead gently. She winced at the touch, her arm pulling away quickly. Serena rolled away from the light, not in the mood to even get out of bed just yet. But the sudden movement jostled something inside her stomach.
Bolting upright, Serena darted across the room to the adjoining bathroom. She'd barely made it to the toilet, before whatever she ate last night came back up. "Oh my god," she repeated, this time aloud. She hung her head, too weak to hold it up any longer. What the heck happened last night, she wondered. Her memory was foggy, last night appearing to her like a fading dream.
-Beep-Beep-beep-
The sound of an alarm had her sitting upright. She regretted the motion instantly. Holding a hand to her mouth, she forced herself to swallow a few times, as she breathed in and out slowly from her nose. Once her stomach settled, Serena tempted to stand back up. Having to use the back of the toilet and the counter for leverage, she managed to get to her feet.
Serena leaned against the counter then, her hands gripping the edge tightly. She peered at herself in the mirror and groaned at her reflection. She looked like hell warmed over.
-Beep-Beep-beep-
The alarm sounded again, the sound familiar in a way. Ignoring the annoying sound, Serena's eyes dropped suddenly, widening at the sight of her naked body. "What in the world," she whispered, her eyes staring at the huge red welt on her neck.
Careful not to move too fast, she turned to the right to inspect the rest of her body. There were dark red blotched and bruises all over her pale skin. Jesus, did I fall down the stairs last night or what, she wanted to know. But her mind refused to give up anything that had happened after Serena had arrived at her friend Mina's house.
Lifting her arms, Serena searched for more bruising. What she found was the last thing she had expected to find. "Now what the heck is that?" she demanded to know. Her blue eyes, clearer now, snapped to her reflection for an answer.
Looking back down at her right forearm, she still found what she could only imagine to be a tattoo. One of a snake slithering up her arm, its fangs appearing to have sink into her flesh. A bandage clung to the spot, having partially fallen off at some point during the night.
"I'm going to be sick," she admitted, but instead of going back to the toilet, she hurried back to the bedroom. She spotted her clothes at the end of the bed.
-Beep-Beep-beep-
Serena frowned at the sound, having found that it came from her pile of clothes. Picking up her jeans, she found that it was her watch going off. The red light was blinking madly at her.
She wasn't in the mood to deal with Raye right now, but she pushed the button anyway. "Raye- look, I'm sorry I'm late, but I think I've caught the flue and-"
"Do you know what time it is," Raye cut her off sharply. Serena frowned, not even sure what day it was, let alone the time. "Where the hell are you?"
"What time is it?" Serena asked still curious about the first question. "Three O'clock Serena. Its three in the afternoon," Raye snapped. "Where are you?"
Serena's frown deepened. "In my bedroom," she answered. Her blue eyes lifted to look about the said room. Suddenly nausea rose back up in her throat. "No you're not Serena. I'm in your room and you're not here," Raye replied, her voice softening some at the sight of Serena's frightened look.
That was when Serena heard something shift on the Queen size bed next to her. "Raye, I'm not in my room and there's someone else here with me," she whispered in a panicked stricken voice. "I know you're not in your room, wait- what?" Raye snapped the last part, finally registering what Serena had just said. "Whose there with you? Serena what's going on?" she demanded, now sounding irritated again.
The thing in the bed shifted again, causing Serena to step back fearfully. "I think it's waking up, Raye, you better find me quick," she hissed into the communicator, before turning it off.
Suddenly the blankets were thrown to the side. "Bloody buggering hell," a voice growled.
Oh god, a voice in Serena's head screamed. The owner of the bedroom sat up, presenting flawless bare skin to her virgin eyes. In fact- Serena snapped a hand over her eyes to block out the image of a purely naked man getting up from the very bed she'd gotten out of moments ago.
She heard the floor creek and she peeked out, her body frozen in terror. The man must not have seen her, because he went straight for the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Serena's bottom lip trembled, as thoughts started to form a picture in her head. She was getting a very bad idea on what must have happened last night.
She faintly heard the shower turn on.
"How did this happen," she wanted to know. Her eyes searched the room for anything that could tell her what had happened. She remembered something though, something very important.
She had been dancing, dancing with her friends and drinking punch. And then- nothing.
Dropping her clothes on the bed, she began to dress. She pulled on her underwear first. Sick at herself for what she had allowed herself to do, she snapped her bra into place. Her dad was going to blow a gasket when he found out. "If he finds out," she reminded herself. I am not telling anyone about this, she argued silently, as she tugged on her shirt.
Wait, she thought as something dawned on her. Someone brought me a drink-
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"Why are you sitting over here all by yourself," a curious voice asked. "When you could be dancing with me." Before he could refuse, two hands grabbed a hold of his and he was being pulled out onto the dance floor.
There was something nice and warm curled up against him. He tried to warp his arms around it and pull it over him, so that its warmth could completely covered him. But whatever it was rolled away from him.
Draco frowned, his body racked with shivers. Bloody hell its cold, he griped. His hand lifted to pat around the bed searching for the heat source that had warmed him earlier. It wasn't there.
He finally cracked open an eye, when he heard a door slam shut. His frown deepened. Shaking his head, he regretted the motion instantly. Finding his covers nearly thrown off the bed, he quickly pulled them up over his head.
His headache faded and soon he fell back asleep. The comfort of his bed surround him, but he was soon plagued by dreams that he couldn't focus on. Images of people, of streets and laughter. Loud music and lucid blue eyes.
Draco tried to focus on the blue eyes, they stood out over anything else.
-Beep-Beep-beep-
What the hell, he wondered. He thought he'd heard the toilet flush, but wasn't positive. Groaning, he buried his head further under the blankets. The alarm began to fade away like his headache.
I just want another hour, he begged, not quite ready to deal with what was appearing to be a hangover.
He heard a door open somewhere in the distance. And again, only muffled this time, the alarm went off again.
-Beep-Beep-beep-
He heard something, but he wasn't exactly aware of it. Trapped between consciousness and unconsciousness, he drifted off again.
"Raye look, I'm sorry I'm late, but I think I've caught the flu and-"
Draco groaned again, the sound muffled by his comforter. He must have left the damn window open again last night. "Do you know what time it is?" a second female voice yelled. It almost sounded like the argument was coming from his own bedroom, instead right outside it.
If they don't bugger off real soon- he began. I'm going to hex them into oblivion. His headache was returning, growing stronger by the second.
"It's three O'clock Serena. It's three in the afternoon. Where are you?" the voice continued, starting to sound real pissed off, kind of like how Draco was beginning to feel. Bloody women and their bloody nonsense.
"In my bedroom," the softer of the two voices offered. He was really starting to like her voice. It didn't grate on his already raw nerved. "No you're not Serena. I'm in your room and you're not here."
What a weird conversation these people are having. If he wasn't in such a foul mood, he might have been amused by their bickering. But his head was pounding and his stomach kept rolling each time that pissed off woman spoke.
"I think it's waking up. Raye, you better find me quick," the first voice hissed, sounding panicky. That was the last straw.
"Bloody buggering hell," he cursed aloud, throwing his blankets off of him. All he had wanted was to sleep, just a little while longer. Was that too much to ask? Obviously
yes.
Damn muggles, he muttered beneath his breath. Running a hand over his messy blonde hair and down his face.
Bugger, he thought to himself as he touched his forehead gently. He had a killer of a headache and his stomach felt even worse. She spiked the bloody punch again.
Draco reluctantly got to his feet and made his way to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he went straight to the shower.
He set the tap to hot. It wasn't until he went to take off his pajamas did he realize that he wore none. "What the hell," he muttered aloud. "I am going to murder that woman. Dammit Mina." He must have gotten wasted last night, since he couldn't remember anything beyond arriving. It was a surprise he's made it home in one piece.
With a shake of his head, Draco stepped into the shower, drawing the curtain close. He sighed aloud, the pressure of the water beating down on him feeling splendid. His side bumped against the wall, and he gasped. His tense muscles felt weak and painful. He hurt in places he hadn't known existed.
Who knew a shower could feel so good, he groaned. He reluctantly began to move though. Pouring shampoo into his palm, he scrubbed it into his wet hair. Digging his fingers into his scalp, he massaged the headache that still throbbed there.
Draco ducked his head back under the shower, rinsing the flowery smell off. A little gift from Granger, from last Christmas. She sure liked to give him a lot of girly crap. Bubbles, herbal shampoos, and such. But then, the stuff always smelled nice.
After the shampoo was completely rinsed out, he took the soap and washcloth and went to work on the rest of him. As he scrubbed, he started to notice little bruises and red welts all over his skin. "What the heck?" He blurted in surprise. Taking the cloth, he scrubbed his skin raw. But unfortunately they refused to come off.
Furious Draco shut the water off and stepped out into the cool air of his bathroom. He reached for his towel and quickly dried his body and hair. Finally he wrapped the damp towel around his waist and peered at his reflection in the mirror.
"Damn," he breathed, seeing the marks better in the bathroom lighting. He was going to have to wear turtleneck for a month before the marks on his neck went away.
He turned to the door and swung it open. He paused mid step though, his eyes landing on the half naked woman standing at the foot of his bed.
He blinked once then several more times as if to clear his vision, even though he could see just fine. The image at the end of his bed didn't waver, in fact she didn't move a muscle. Hell I must still be drunk, he concluded.
Turning around, Draco walked back into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He went straight to the medicine cabinet. There, exactly where he'd left it was his bottle of pepper-up potion. He downed the bottle, allowing its warmth to spread out into his stomach. His uneasy stomach twisted painfully as the potion entered his system, but soon settled back down.
Feeling a little better, he walked back to the door. His hand hesitated over the doorknob. Last night was a haze, at least most of it. He did remember Mina inviting him over, and him refusing. But Harry and Hermione had dragged him over to the party anyway.
Draco turned the handle, pushed the door open and suddenly remembered that last night he'd sat near the refreshments, watching people make fools of themselves. Wizards and muggles alike. And then someone had invited him to dance.
His cool gray eyes landed on the young blonde. She was still standing where he'd left her. Only now, she had her jeans on. He was starting to think he knew her, with her long blonde hair, flushed cheeks and bright blue eyes. Last night, she had been all smiles, like she enjoyed his company. Now she looked terrified.
"What are you still doing here?" he asked confused. All he'd done was dance with her right? That's all he remembered, that is.
Then his eyes shifted to his bedroom. He was usually a clean person. And with the help of Winky, he'd kept his place orderly. But today it looked ransacked. Like a bloody tornado had hit it.
Draco snapped his gaze back to the blonde. But before he could even muster up anything cruel to say, his eyes dropped to the mark that stood out like a beacon on her pale neck. Instinctively his hand flew to the similar one he'd found on his own neck.
"Oh fuck," he whispered as realization dawned on him.
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