1 - After the storm
Hermione woke up with a start and cursed inwardly. Merlin! She promised herself it was the last time she drank like that; Holyhead Harpies victory or not!
She had never had a great tolerance to alcohol and the pain in her temples seemed to have made a point of reminding her of that fact.
She slowly opened one eye, only to close it immediately as the morning light blinded her. What an idiot she was to have not pulled the curtains last night before leaving for the match!
Hermione turned as slowly as she could to the edge of the bed and, noticing with pleasure that nausea didn't overwhelm her, reached for the bedside table to grab her wand. The curtains had to be closed before she could think of anything else.
But instead of coming into contact with the familiar wood of her night table, her hand only met emptiness. She sighed.
Had she knocked her bedside over when she went to bed? She tried to remember, but the pain pulsating inside her skull immediately dissuaded her.
Resigned to endure the consequences of her night of booze indulging- well at least until she found her wand - Hermione carefully opened her eyes.
The first thing that struck her was the colour of the walls.
Green. Not pale yellow like in her bedroom.
She suddenly felt very awake, her face clenched at the painful sensation of the light burning her retinas.
But somehow, this room was familiar to her… Suddenly, she knew and felt relieved: she was in a room at the Leaky Cauldron. She thought fondly that Tom must have laid her there so she would not risk apparating while she was drunk.
As stabbing at her temples showed no signs of recess, Hermione sat up very slowly. But suddenly, she froze, the friction of the sheets on her skin was too sharp, too much ... She looked down at her chest and couldn't hold a gasp of surprise: she was completely starkers!
She closed her eyes immediately and hid her face in her hands. Merlin! What had she done?
Breathing deeply to gather her courage, she turned to the opposite side of the bed and with great difficulty restrained a cry of stupor as she discovered a man lying on his belly, his face under his pillow, hiding from the light.
Mortified, Hermione immediately turned away and, ignoring the pain and nausea induced by her movements, she bolted out of bed, naked as the day of her birth.
Trying to make as little noise as possible, she picked up her belongings which were scattered on the ground, irrefutable witnesses of what must have happened the night before. She sighed with relief when, taking hold of her skirt, her wand fell from the folds of the fabric. Seizing it immediately, Hermione, without looking back, disaparated to the comfort and safety of her room.