Title: Puzzle Pieces
Chapter 1: The Morning After
Sunlight poured mercilessly through the window of the hotel room.
She awoke slowly, reluctantly. Fuzzy images and incomplete memories seeped into her sleep addled mind, a mind saturated with champagne and hormones and incapable of forming a completely coherent thought.
She cracked her eyelids slightly and the garish light pierced the sensitive spot between her eyes.
Pain. Excruciating Pain. The pain of a well-earned and much deserved hangover. She groaned as the nausea struck and she rolled over, away from the light. The sheets made a strange crinkling sound as she moved.
--Odd-- was all her brain could come up with at the moment. The bedding felt course and foreign to her skin. --Naked-- was her second thought as two strong arms encircled her and she found her head resting against a well muscled chest, a soothing, rhythmic heartbeat echoing in her ears. --Mmm, man-- thought her presently simple brain as she snuggled in and allowed herself to be content.
The contentment was short-lived though, as her jagged thoughts began to string themselves together. --Odd, Naked, Man-- each one more shocking than the last.
She awoke fully and cramled from the bed, taking in the surreal image in front of her. A very large hotel bed in a very large hotel suite. Strewn across the bed was a very large amound of muggle money and a very large and very unclothed man with a very large amount of very red hair.
She nearly lost her balance as said man turned to her, grinned, and said in a sexy, sleepy voice, "Morning Gorgeous."
--Merlin in a mudbath, that's-- Just then the nausea got the better of her.
"Oh, Bloody Hell" she managed to squeak out as she hurled herself toward the bathroom and the champagne made a second appearance.
He was by her side, holding her hair and pressing a cold cloth to the back of her neck. "All right there, Hermione?"
She flushed the loo and leaned back against the enormous marble bathtub, looking at him in shock and horror. She uttered the only thing she was able.
"Charlie fucking Weasley"
Chapter 1: The Morning After
Sunlight poured mercilessly through the window of the hotel room.
She awoke slowly, reluctantly. Fuzzy images and incomplete memories seeped into her sleep addled mind, a mind saturated with champagne and hormones and incapable of forming a completely coherent thought.
She cracked her eyelids slightly and the garish light pierced the sensitive spot between her eyes.
Pain. Excruciating Pain. The pain of a well-earned and much deserved hangover. She groaned as the nausea struck and she rolled over, away from the light. The sheets made a strange crinkling sound as she moved.
--Odd-- was all her brain could come up with at the moment. The bedding felt course and foreign to her skin. --Naked-- was her second thought as two strong arms encircled her and she found her head resting against a well muscled chest, a soothing, rhythmic heartbeat echoing in her ears. --Mmm, man-- thought her presently simple brain as she snuggled in and allowed herself to be content.
The contentment was short-lived though, as her jagged thoughts began to string themselves together. --Odd, Naked, Man-- each one more shocking than the last.
She awoke fully and cramled from the bed, taking in the surreal image in front of her. A very large hotel bed in a very large hotel suite. Strewn across the bed was a very large amound of muggle money and a very large and very unclothed man with a very large amount of very red hair.
She nearly lost her balance as said man turned to her, grinned, and said in a sexy, sleepy voice, "Morning Gorgeous."
--Merlin in a mudbath, that's-- Just then the nausea got the better of her.
"Oh, Bloody Hell" she managed to squeak out as she hurled herself toward the bathroom and the champagne made a second appearance.
He was by her side, holding her hair and pressing a cold cloth to the back of her neck. "All right there, Hermione?"
She flushed the loo and leaned back against the enormous marble bathtub, looking at him in shock and horror. She uttered the only thing she was able.
"Charlie fucking Weasley"
