Title: Her Drunken Abyss

Pairing: My OC Abbey Potter and George Weasley.

Summary: After the war, Abbey is sinking further and further into her deep abyss. But can one drunken night and one knight in shining armour rescue her?

Rating: Teen


A/N: Please review. It makes me smile! :)

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything except Abbey. She came from the unorganised place known as my imagination.


I'm just drunk again
I'll be drunk again
I'll be drunk again
To feel a little love

Ed Sheeran - Drunk

Abbey stumbled into the house, and wiped furiously at the tears flowing down her face. Why was she crying now? After all she'd been through for the last year, after everything that had happened and everyone she lost, she couldn't remember crying as much as she was now.

But, of course, she knew the reason why.

She let out a particularly loud sob and she slid down the wall. Why did everything always happen to her?

She opened her eyes and looked through the water covering them at the house before her. She hadn't bothered to keep it looking like a house; as of then, it looked more like a pigsty.

She sniffed loudly, pulled herself off the floor and stumbled into the kitchen. A single bottle of firewhiskey sat on the side. Was that all that was left from when her Godfather had been here? She had turned out the cupboards a few days earlier to find something that would clear her mind, even if it was only for a few hours. Groaning, she snatched the bottle off the side and downed it in a couple of gulps. She smashed the bottle on the floor, and wandered into the living room.

Her heart rose up to her throat as she noticed a certain red-headed man sat on her sofa. A certain red-headed man she had promised herself she would never talk to again.

'What are you doing here?' she asked.

He rolled his eyes, stood up and held her arm.

'What have you been doing to yourself?' he whispered.

She burped loudly, and giggled at it. 'You never answered my question!'

He exhaled, and rolled his eyes again. 'How much have you had to drink?'

'A couple.' She shrugged.

He raised his eyebrows.

'Bottles.' She pursed her lips.

He raised his eyebrows even higher.

'Fine! Barrels!'

To her surprise, he chuckled, shook his head and swung her over his shoulder.

'What are you doing?' she cried, flailing her arms and legs around.

'Putting you to bed,' came his muffled reply; she must have hit him in the face with her foot.

She stopped kicking. 'Are you going to rape me?' she giggled.

He stopped walking and put her down on the floor. She noticed they were in her bedroom.

'Can I trust you to go in the bathroom and get changed without drinking more alcohol that you probably have stashed in your underwear drawer?'

She shrugged. 'I'm all out!' She stopped to think. 'Although, I have heard that hand sanitizer has alcohol in- HEY!'

He heaved her up on his shoulder and carried her into the bathroom.

'What do you think you're doing? You can't do this – I'M A PRINCESS! I COULD HAVE YOU ASASSINATED!'

He chuckled. 'Well, Princess, it looks like I'm just going to have to rescue you.'


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