Author's note 1: Some insinuations to drinking and being intoxicated are made in this chapter, so reader's discretion is advised!

Gemma Farley

A woman in her mid-twenties was waking up from her sleep with a throbbing headache, brought on by drinking quite a bit of liquor last night at a ministry formal (something she was remembering as the memories started returning). The woman's name was Gemma Farley and she worked at the ministry, in the portkey office of the Department of Magical Transportation. Gemma had shoulder-length honey-brown hair (which was in disarray because of the evening before) and turquoise-blue eyes. Upon pushing her blanket away, Gemma even saw that she was in a pair of gray pajamas which relieved her. As she darted her eyes around the living room, she saw that she had been sleeping on a couch and her dress robes draped over a nearby chair. She began panicking because the living room was unfamiliar to her.

"Good morning!" a voice greeted behind her.

Gemma jumped in surprise before getting up into a sitting position on the couch and turning her attention to the source of the voice. She widened her eyes in surprise to see that it was Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world who was working as an auror, and Gemma finally realized that she was in Harry's living room. He even set a cup of coffee on the coffee table right in front of her. Gemma remembered seeing Harry among the group of first-year students at the start of her fifth year, the same year she became a Slytherin prefect.

"Your coffee just has a headache-relieving potion," assured Harry. "Since you drank quite a bit of liquor at the formal. You can check for yourself if it makes you feel better."

Gemma nodded her head in acknowledgement, then she spotted her wand close by her cup of coffee. She picked it up and cast the revealing charm and, indeed, all that was in the beverage was the headache-relieving potion. Then Gemma took a sip of her coffee and waited for some of the potion to take it's effect before turning her attention back to Harry and giving him a grateful smile.

"Thank you!" Gemma told him with sincerity. Then she asked, "What's the story behind me being here in your home, Potter? Like, what happened when I had too much alcohol in my system?"

"You staggered over to me while slurring in your speech about wanting to dance with me," Harry explained, a smirk forming on his face. "And danced away, we did. You didn't just refer to me by my first name, but you were also rather all touchy with me. You were going all 'woo-hoo' while giving my bum firm grasps, and it even attracted attention from some of the other guests."

"Did I really do that to you?!" exclaimed Gemma in a high-pitch voice; as she widened her eyes in shock, put her hands over her mouth, and her face turned bright-red while radiating heat.

"Yes, you did." Harry clarified.

"I'm so sorry, Harry!" Gemma apologized in a sheepish voice. "I didn't mean to do all that."

"No worries, Gemma!" assured Harry. Catching her surprised look at how he knew her name, Harry explained, "Some of your co-workers told me your name. Because you were slurring fairly frequently, I decided to bring you home so you wouldn't splinch yourself while apparating by yourself or step out of the wrong fireplace through the floo network."

"Thank you again for looking out for me!" Gemma told him again in a grateful voice. Then she sheepishly replied, "Maybe I need to stop drinking alcohol, to avoid another mishap like that one."

"Well, okay." said Harry. Then he looked at Gemma in her pajamas before continuing on, "Your dress robes are on a nearby chair. When you were sprawled out on the couch, I went upstairs and came across a pair of pajamas that my ex-girlfriend left behind after we broke up seven months ago. So I used some spells to magic your dress robes off and used a similar spell to dress you in the pajamas before getting you a blanket and tucking you in."

"Did you enjoy seeing me in my bra and panties?" Gemma asked without thinking.

They both turned bright-red as their faces radiated heat, before Gemma burst out laughing from having asked that kind of question. Harry looked down at the floor to prevent Gemma from seeing his red face. Asking that question intensified Gemma's desire to quit drinking alcohol. Harry was still red in the face, so Gemma realized that he not only saw her in her bra and panties but it also meant that he may have enjoyed it.

"Did you really enjoy seeing me in my bra and panties, Harry?" asked Gemma, after she calmed down.

"Well," Harry began answering, rather hesitantly. "I... don't know... how to, um..."

"You can tell me, Harry," assured Gemma. "It was the least I could've done after squeezing your bum at the party last night."

"Yeah, it was interesting see you in your bra and panties," Harry finally admitted. "After I got you changed into the pajamas and put that blanket over you, I did leave the room as quickly as possible to avoid any temptations."

"You sure proved yourself to be considerate, Harry," stated Gemma. "Anybody who was like Draco Malfoy would've done something heinous. Malfoy would go off claiming that you were arrogant and loved the spotlight, but seeing you tense up whenever Lockhart dragged you into it made me get second thoughts. Plus, with you allowing me to stay for the night and getting me some coffee, I understand fully how much you want peace and how you never boasted about your achievements."

"How about some breakfast?" Harry offered. "Then I can take you home if you wish."

"No, I can apparate myself now," assured Gemma. "You don't know where I live, so you taking me home won't do you any good."

With that, Harry and Gemma headed over to the dining room. Harry explained that he preferred cooking food without using magic as he spent his pre-Hogwarts days not knowing magic existed. After Gemma revealed that she was a Slytherin prefect in her fifth year at the time he started, Harry was initially shocked but quickly got over it after realizing that she had no ill intentions towards him. Harry thought about asking Gemma on an actual date to try and get to know her better. Maybe once he was finished cooking breakfast, Harry could work up the courage to ask her.

The End!