Harry was hung-over. There was no doubt about it. The night before, Ron had insisted that he drink until he relaxed. That took eight shots. Harry was a tense person. But the pounding headache he had now was enough to give up drinking altogether. Dragging himself out of bead, he saw that Ginny had put out some Hangover Potion.
He shuddered as he drank it, the taste a mix of raw eggs and cabbage.
"That's why I have this," said a familiar voice from behind.
He smiled gratefully as he took the glass of orange juice Ginny was holding out.