A Harry Potter Story
By Chyna Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter other than Sera, Sara, and the restaurant/club Dark Innocence. Along with Sara, Dark Innocence makes its debut in DMLE: Division 6. This particular chapter was written over a couple of hours during a rather weird World of Darkness game. Don't know where this came from, and I sure as hell didn't expect it.
Dawn came and went without any fanfare. At least none from a certain flat in a somewhat not well to do neighborhood in London. All five human occupants of this particular flat were asleep at the time the sun decided to rise.
Noon came and went without any fanfare. At least none from a certain flat in a somewhat not well to do neighborhood in London. One of the human occupants was at work, another was at the market stocking up on food. The remaining three were still asleep, or rather they were still passed out.
By the time Ron, Harry, and Draco arrived home, they were completely pissed. A double date quickly degenerated into a boy's night out, and Hermione had left sometime between the third and fourth round. Considering the average blood alcohol level among the three young wizards, it was a wonder that they made it back to the flat in one piece.
Sometime around a half past three in the afternoon, Harry cracked open an eye and blinked in an effort to reduce the blurriness of the world. After a few minutes, his mind reminded him that the world was going to stay out of focus unless he put on glasses or contacts. The second thing his mind processed was that he was pressed against someone. Then came the realization that both he and the other body were completely naked. Thus came his second conclusion. He was in bed with his boyfriend. So Harry snuggled up to who he (rightly) presumed was Draco. Draco was slammed back into consciousness and returned Harry's advances. And their waking cuddle degenerated into what was slowly becoming a gentle snogging session.
This woke, rather rudely, Ron who was having a not so easy time processing the various bits of information his nerve endings and mind were telling him. To say that Ron was hung over would have been the understatement of the century. He kept having a niggling feeling that something was simply Wrong with the picture. Then it hit him.
Ron dashed into the bathroom before his stomach contents made an appearance. As he gagged, he tried to make some sense of what happened. He had woken up after getting completely sloshed. He had woken up after getting completely sloshed in Harry and Draco's bed. He had woken up after getting completely sloshed in Harry and Draco's bed naked. He had woken up after getting completely sloshed in Harry and Draco's bed naked with both Harry and Draco in it. He had woken up after getting completely sloshed in Harry and Draco's bed naked with both Harry and Draco in it who were themselves naked. He had woken up after getting completely sloshed in Harry and Draco's bed naked with both Harry and Draco in it who were themselves naked and apparently in a rather amorous mood. It was enough to send him into dry heaves.
Dinnertime came and went without any fanfare. At least none from a certain flat in a somewhat not well to do neighborhood in London. All five human occupants ate, or barely ate in some cases, their dinner in relative silence. Two of them were content to eat quietly, and usually did in any case. Two of them were still trying to recover from their night of debauchery. And the last one was silently trying to deal with what he thought had happened the night before even though he had no recollection of the night after the sixth shot of tequila.