There was a sudden sharp pain in the top of my arm. I stayed curled up in a ball inside the cocoon I had made in Lily's duvet.

"Rosie, you awake yet or am I going to have to punch you again?"

Lily voice seemed extremely loud. It was making my head throb.

"Go away Lily, I feel rough." I groaned, opening my right eye gingerly.

Thanks to all the curtains being pulled tightly together, the room was almost completely dark. I opened both my eyes and started to uncurl myself, completely stretching myself out but at the same time, making sure that I didn't move to quickly at the risk of making my head pound harder.

I lifted my head slightly, looking to where Lily's voice had come from. I could see the silhouette of her propped up against the wall her bed was pushed against.

"And so Sleeping Beauty awakens." She drawled, cradling what looks like a very large mug, "got a bad head this morning, have we?"

I let my head fall back down to the bed, forgetting that it already felt like I'd been kicked in it by a hippogriff. I groaned loudly, and Lily let out a giggle.

I pulled the duvet back over my head and lay there, listening to the thumping in my head.

I had almost drifted back to sleep when I heard Lily speak again.

"Rosie, do you want something to drink? But when I say that I mean a hangover helper or a mug of coffee, or something?"

Now she mentioned it, my mouth felt like I'd swallowed a handful of sand.

I pushed the duvet off my face and began to push myself up. However, I did it with a little too much force.

My head was beginning to ache properly, like a group of hippogriffs were tap dancing in it, and my stomach suddenly flipped over and made me want to throw up.

I stopped dead. I was midway between sitting up and lying down.

Lily looked me dead in the eye.

We both knew where I wanted to go and what was about to happen.

I pushed myself up until I was fully in a sitting position, but by this point, Lily has swiftly slid off the bed and was now helping me carefully to my feet, whilst gently pulling my right arm around her shoulders.

Although I hated being treated like I was ill, right now, it was exactly what I needed.

Within minutes we were at the Gryffindor bathroom, locked in the largest cubicle we could find, with Lily holding back my hair as I was unashamedly sick.

Once my stomach settled, Lily let go of my hair and sat back, leaning against the cubical wall.

I found this was my cue to do the same, and leaned back against the wall of the cubicle opposite her.

My stomach felt fine now. The pounding in my head had turned into a low thumping.

But my mouth was dryer than ever.

"Lily," I almost gasped due to the lack of moisture in my mouth, "I'll take that drink if you are still offering."

She laughed.

"Of course, dear cousin," she said, a small smirk playing on her lips, "one cup of coffee, and a bottle of Uncle George's hangover helper on its way."

I rolled my eyes before smiling and mouthing thank you at her.

She smiled back.

"It's not a problem, Rosie; you would do the same thing if I was this hungover." She said pushing herself onto her feet, "plus, I'll bring you a towel, and floo to your dorm for your toothbrush, and some clean clothes so you can stay here and make yourself fresh, and then you can come back up to my dorm and we can sit and talk before we go for lunch. Does that sound like a plan?"

I nodded gratefully at her. And she unlocked the door and left quickly, still wearing that stupid smirk she had been wearing all morning.

I had no idea why she was suddenly smirking so much, but right now, I was contemplating beating it off her face later.

When I climbed out of the shower an hour later, Lily had done exactly as she said she would.

There was a huge, fluffy, white towel hanging over the holder outside the shower door, and around one of the sinks she had arranged a pile of my clean clothes, my toothbrush, a hot mug of coffee and a bottle of hangover helper.

I pulled the towel off the holder and wrapped it around myself, wandering towards the sink where my things were.

The feeling of the fresh towel against my against my warm skin felt amazing. Especially at this very moment, when my head was still hurting, my mouth was still dry and my stomach felt tender.

I was glad that the Hogsmeade visit was scheduled for this weekend. It meant the bathrooms were extremely quiet and almost empty all day, and to be honest, I don't think I could have taken noise if there were others here too.

Walking towards the sink, I noticed that Lily had obviously charmed the coffee to stay hot as there were still trails of smoke rising from the beige liquid, and sitting next to it, was a vial of bright green liquid, with an obnoxious bright pink label that bore the words 'Hangover helper' and the 'Weasleys Wizard Wheezes' logo.

Thank Merlin for Uncle George who gave us regular quantities of the stuff.

That was the first thing I needed to do was drink something and thanks to my mouth feeling dryer and the Sahara in July, I gulped down the whole mug of coffee in one go.

The next thing that I needed to do was take the hangover helper.

In all honesty, I hated taking the stuff due to it being utterly disgusting. However, it was the most brilliant thing to ever be invented. And it was invented by a Weasley.

The brilliant thing is that it helps to make every sign and symptoms of your hangover disappear. The disgusting thing about it is that it smells and tastes like old socks and rotten eggs.

At times like this though, you have to ignore the bad things, and do what needs to be done

I picked up the bottle and uncorked it; the scent hit me straight away. It was making me gag.

The only thing I could do was hold my nose and take it all in one go.

The effects were almost instantaneous. My headache disappeared, my stomach felt instantly calmer, the bags under my eyes had disappeared and I looked completely well rested.

I smiled at the change and unfolded the clothes Lily had got for me.

Along with clean underwear, she had brought me my favourite muggle clothing. My grey jogging bottoms, a grey vest top and my favourite navy blue jumper than grandma Weasley made for me last Christmas.

It might not look like much but it was the outfit I loved to wear when I was going to be lounging around doing nothing.

Right now, I seriously loved Lily. She was like a saint in witch form.

I dressed quickly and reached for my wand. I almost panicked when I found it wasn't in my pocket, like usual.

I sighed loudly. I either left it in Lily's dorm, or she took it off me last night, to save me from damaging anything or one.

It was just my luck. The one time when I want to charm my hair dry to avoid it going completely frizzy, I have to be completely wandless.

I was going to have to scrape it into a bun and hope for the best.

I checked the mirror one last time and collected everything together.

All I wanted to do now was get Lily and go for a quiet undisturbed dinner, as I was famished after taking the hangover helper.

Stepping through the door of the girls' bathrooms, and into the Gryffindor common room, I walked straight into someone.

To be precise, I walked head on into Albus Severus Potter.

It took him a moment to realize it was me, before he beamed at me.

"Hey Rosie," he said, in a friendly tone, "Did you have fun studying last night?"

I raised my eyebrows at him. Albus Potter almost never remembered anything that was ever said to him.

A sly expression crossed his face as he smirked. He spoke again; this is time a cool voice.

"It's just that I was informed, there was more drinking than studying going on last night. Isn't that right Rosie?"

My jaw hit the floor as a look of shock crossed my face. Since we were toddlers, I always knew that Albus had a streak of Slytherin in him, and when he was sorted there in his first year, I was the only person that wasn't shocked about it.

However, I didn't think it was that prominent. I always thought he was placed there on the merit of his ambition, not his harsh and sly cutting comments.

After pulling myself together, I spoke to him calmly.

"Yes thank you Albus. Me and Lily had a couple of drinks, and sat talking before…"

I could not finish that sentence.

I couldn't finish it because I couldn't remember what had happened after we got out the marauders map.

Albus still had the same smirk plastered against his smarmy face.

I needed to change the subject.

"Anyway, what did you get up to last night then?"

He ignored the question, and asked me another.

"So did you or did you not have fun drinking with my little sister last night, Rose Weasley?"

I hated when he full named me.

Plus it didn't help that his voice was laced with viciousness.

He was being an utter dick right now.

My mouth acted before my brain when I retorted.

"Yes, Albus Severus Potter, I did have fun." My voice was dripping with a sudden and unnecessary hatred. "And what is it you anyway?"

Albus raised his hands in a surrendering kind of way, and immediately made me feel guilty for snapping at him in such a horrible way.

Even if he did start it. The stupid bloody Slytherin.

A lopsided grin now graced his face as he began to speak in a comforting voice.

"I'm sorry Rosie. I was kind of out of order speaking like that. I'm just a little intrigued to what happened."

He looked at the floor and back to me. He was looking a bit sheepish.

"Plus, I'm a little worried too. I have only ever seen you that drunk once before, and I wanted to see if you were okay, that's all."

I rolled my eyes at him, and gave him a friendly punch in the shoulder.

He always was a little overprotective of me, even though I was a couple of months older than he was.

"And because I wanted to tease you all day, however, my darling little sister swiftly put a stop to that." He said pouting.

I had no idea what he was talking about, and I needed a few questions answering.

"Like I said Albus, I am fine this morning. It's nothing that a bottle of hangover helper couldn't fix." I said, smiling.

I paused, and waited until he smiled back at me before I continued.

"However Albus, I do need to ask you what you mean by intrigued? And also, how Lily Luna potter has stopped you from teasing me? And what do you mean, you saw me?"

Albus rolled his eyes.

"And Rose Weasley has to ask me the million galleon question, which is the one that I cannot answer."

He sighed and started to speak again.

"All I can tell you is that I'm glad it's a Hogsmeade weekend, and that there was no one in the common room, because I just spent ten minutes screaming up the stairs to the girls' dorms, all because of the stupid no boys in girls' dorms rule. Seriously, they should realized that stuff is already happening and just abolish the stupid bloody rule already. But anyway back to the story, she comes down to me looking all high and mighty, and I ask her where you are, but because she was born to be the pain in my arse, she wouldn't tell me a thing. This then led to yet another sibling argument between us, which eventually led to a deal saying that I was not allowed to say anything to you about last night, until she had spoken to you, and then she would tell me where you were."

My head was spinning again. It was all so confusing. Albus' little speech wasn't finished yet though.

"And then I came here and you ran into me and we had this lovely conversation. But seriously, I need to know what you can remember from last night."

I looked at his face. It was deadly serious.

I knew I needed to tell the truth.

So, I started from the beginning.

"I remember sitting on the floor of Lily's dorm talking, before I went and changed into my night clothes, we played a drinking game, and then got out the marauders map, where I remember making some very bitchy comments about people, and then everything after that seems blurry. It's like it's there in my head, but it doesn't want to come out of hiding. If I think hard enough though, I can remember something glowing green, and hearing rippling water, and being taller than someone, and handling something that felt like silk."

"That sounds about right," Albus said, laughing dryly, "even though there is so much more than that, and you know there's more Rosie. You just said it, thing is though, you either need to remember, or you need to talk to Lily."

I sighed and looked up to his face.

"I need you to tell me what happened last night. I'm begging you, Albus. Please."

And he answered with the same thing that he did before.

"And I'm telling you that you need to ask Lily."

The boy wasn't half a bastard. He had directed the conversation to a place that meant no matter what question I asked, he could always answer it with the same sentence.

And right now, I hated him for it.

Right now it was making me want to smack my head against one the castles stone walls.

The trouble was that I usually saved that kind of reaction for when I was talking to the king prick, Scorpius Malfoy.

A wave of nausea suddenly hit me, and I closed my eyes at the sudden feeling of dread in my stomach.

And then it all came back to me like a very bad dream.

My whole tone changed. Both Albus and I noticed it.

"I need to go and talk to Lily, Albus. Can you do me a favour though?"

His face paled as he realized that the forgotten memories of last night had suddenly come flooding back to me within the last couple of seconds.

"Anything." He said in a whisper.

I blinked back my tears and stared him in the eye.

"Make sure Scorpius in at lunch at 12, please. I need to apologize for everything."

And before I could stop myself, my arms were folded across my chest, holding my belongs to my torso, and I was running back to Lily's dorm, and away from what I had just remembered.