Chapter 1
By ZebraBow
Authors Note: Inspiration has struck again and I had to write this chapter down before it went away. So here it goes!
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She was too drunk to care. Too sloshed to remember that she had to get up at the crack of dawn and get ready for her miserable job working for a sadistic boss. Too plastered to realize that she had already drunk her weight in fire whiskey and maybe it was time to stop. Way too bloody wasted to even care that her bastard boyfriend of three years had broken up with her through a letter. A letter that contained only two words – 'I'm leaving'.
Okay, so the last one still stung a little a bit. But it wasn't anything that another pint of fire whiskey wouldn't solve. It was magic nectar created by the gods to make mere mortals forget about their problems.
Gathering up her strength and squinting her eyes to focus, "Bartundnder, I needs anouther pint of magic nectar."
The man in front of her chuckled and stopped wiping down the bar, "I called Last Call ten minutes ago sweetheart and I should have cut you off after your fifth drink anyways."
"But I needs one now," she could hear the desperation in her voice.
"Sorry miss. No can do. Bar's closing. Better go home now."
She let out a huff of exasperation. Well, this bloody sucks. Where was she supposed to get the juice to forget everything that happened today?
"You know," the dark haired man sitting in the stool next to her said, "I have some fire whiskey at my place."
She turned to look at him. He had already been sitting there nursing his own bottle when she had sat down. "Alriguht theen, let's gooo."
He grabbed her arm. "Hold on tight." And in a flash, they were both gone.
The bartender shook his head and continued wiping down the bar – just another usual Wednesday night at the Leaky Cauldron.
Oh dear Merlin, did a Hippogriff try to maim her last night? Her head was pounding and her entire body was sore. Opening her eyes slowly, she peered at her surroundings.
"Ugh, somebody turn off the sun," she muttered to herself.
Her statement was returned by a grunt from beneath the sheets. She froze in her movements and noticed that except for the bed sheet covering her body, she was stark naked. And this definitely positively absolutely was not her flat.
"Oh bloody hell!" She did not do one night stands. "Come on El, think! What was the last thing you remember?" Her complete state of panic and the sudden realization that she was beyond late for work had her near hysterics. On top of shagging a random bloke, she also did not need to lose her job today.
"Can you pipe down? Some of us are trying to sleep." The bloke actually had the audacity to swat her arm. She could see the top of his head now – a mess of untidy jet black hair. However, the thing that held her attention was the golden band on his ring finger.
"No no no," she was almost yelling at this point. She definitely did not have one night stands with married men or any kind of men for that matter. She ran a hand through her matted brown hair.
And when she felt her hair get stuck in something, she brought her hand down for inspection. On her ring finger was an innocent golden ring that looked oddly similar to her companions. "Oh bloody Merlin!"
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Authors Note: Just a little taste to how the story will be. Tell me what you think and what I should tweak.