The seventh year Hogwarts students woke up with terrible hangovers and almost no memory of the night before. Ron came to between a drooling Pansy and a snoring Hermione, and noted with disappointment that all three of them were still clothed. He could hear Hermione muttering something about pink pants, and the events from last night came flooding back to him. Pants. Leather pants. Draco in leather pants. Straight guys don't wear leather pants. Harry in leather pants. Draco. Ring. Harry. Shit. With those final confused thoughts running through his head, he passed out again from the sheer horror of it all.