Hermione pulled a pillow over her head to block out the sunlight filtering into her room and blindly reached for the nightstand drawer beside her bed. She pulled it open with a practiced air of having done the same thing too many mornings in a row recently, but the ritual stopped there when she felt the horribly, inexplicably empty drawer. She could have sworn she'd restocked on Hangover Remedy just yesterday. Reluctantly, she pulled the pillow away from her face and peeked open her eyes just the slightest bit, flinching when the little sliver of light increased the pounding in her head tenfold. She pushed herself into a sitting position, valiantly staving off the nausea that accompanied such a move, and pulled the drawer open more completely. But her hands had not lied – the drawer was completely empty!

"Looking for this?" A snide voice spoke from the doorway, startling Hermione so violently she nearly banged her head on the headboard of her bed.

Wondering if a hangover could somehow bring on hallucinations, she stared dumbly back at the man standing in her apartment, holding the very much coveted bottle that would take away her splitting headache.

She couldn't even muster up the energy to be pissed off, so completely flabbergasted by his presence in her room she was.