Part Eleven:
The next morning, Ginny woke up with a pounding headache. Well, ten shots of firewhiskey'll do that to you, she told herself. She wondered vaguely how Hermione must be feeling...then remembered that the wedding was today. She rolled over.
And screamed.
Because lying beside her was a sleeping Harry Potter.
But he wasn't asleep for long. The scream woke him with a jerk. "What the-" he stared at Ginny, who was now sitting up. "Oh, shit."
"What the hell happened?" Ginny demanded, sitting up. Harry groaned and closed his eyes.
"I think we-"
"Oh, hell! Not again!" Ginny closed her eyes and leaned against the headboard of her bed. "Goddammit."
Not this again, Harry thought as he sat up beside her. "I sorta remember what happened-"
Ginny nodded. "Yeah, me, too. Not like last time."
"Was I...good?"
Ginny gave him a disgusted look. "Harry, that isn't the point."
"Oh, sorry."
Ginny looked at him again, and actually smiled a little. "Well...yeah. It was. Good, I mean." She swallowed. "Um, what about me?"
Harry gave her an akward grin. "Yeah, you were."
"Ginny!" To their horror, Mrs. Weasley was at the door. She opened it without knocking. "Sweetheart, it's time to get up for-" Mrs. Weasley stopped short when she saw the two of them in bed together. "Oh, sorry," she said hastily, backing out. Ginny closed her eyes and banged her head against the headboard.
"Shit!"
Suddenly, Harry felt annoyed. "Look, Ginny, I don't see why it's a big deal-"
"WHAT?!"
Ignoring her outrage, Harry stood up out of bed. He quickly relized that he needed to cover himself up. "I'm tired of you making such a big deal about this. Yes, we had a drunken little fling last summer. And, last night," he added hastily. "But, you know what?" Now he didn't know what to say.
"No, WHAT, Harry?"
"Nothing," he mumbled. He grabbed his clothes and hastily threw his pants on. "See you at the wedding." With that, he dashed out of the room, leaving Ginny alone.
Meanwhile, Hermione had woken up in her head. She wasn't alone: she had her own pounding headache. "Oh, God," she groaned as she sat up, grabbing her head in pain. Then she remembered: her wedding day! She was out of bed in a shot.
After putting on her robe, she went downstairs. She knew a good hangover potion: she'd made it plenty of times for Ron. But never for herself. The one night that I choose to get really drunk, and it had to be the night before my wedding, she scolded herself. Good job, smart one.
To her disapointment, the kitchen wasn't empty: Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast, and Percy and his daughters were already at the table. She said good morning to them all, and grabbed a cauldron out of the cupboard. Mrs. Weasley gave her a curious look. "What are you making, dear?"
"Oh, just a nerves potion," Hermione said with an embarressed laugh. "You know..."
"Oh, leave that to me, dear," Mrs. Weasley said with the wave of her hand. "My mother made me a nervousness potion on my wedding day, but obviously your own mother can't so..." Mrs. Weasley cut off: it was her turn to be embarressed.
Hermione was touched, but she knew she had to lie again. "Oh, no, I'd really like to do it myself." When a hurt look crossed Mrs. Weasley's face, Hermione added, "Well, just making it myself might calm my nerves. Maybe I could give it to Ron or something."
"Oh." Mrs. Weasley nodded and got back to the breakfast. "Well, any ingrediants you need are in the cupboard over there." She pointed without looking up from her pan.
On the other side of the room, Hermione set up the cauldron over a blue magic fire. She gathered up the ingrediants she needed and got to work. At one point, Percy came over to her while his daughters ate breakfast. "Moon stone? Powdered goat horns? Hermione," Percy said, examining more of the ingrediants, "are you making a hangover potion?"
"Shut uuuuuuuup," Hermione hissed. She gestured to Mrs. Weasley who had her back turned to them. Percy tsked disapprovingly and went back to the table. Yeah, fuck you, Percy, Hermione thought bitterly as she prepared the rest of her potion. After it was cooled, Hermione gulped down a goblet-full. Just then, Ginny came downstairs. "Pssst! Ginny!" she called as silently as she could. Ginny looked over at Hermione, who pointed to the cauldron. "Hangover potion!" she mouthed.
Ginny went over to her, and Hermione handed her a goblet-full. "Thought you might need it."
"Thanks." Ginny guzzled it down and thrust the goblet back at Hermione. She looked distracted.
"What's wrong?"
Ginny looked around the kitchen. It was starting to fill up: in fact, the only people missing where Ron and Harry. "Can I tell you something? In private?"
"Sure." They went into the living room and huddled in the corner. Hermione gave Ginny an inquiring look. "Are you okay?"
"I never told you this, but...Harry and I had sex last summer."
"Oh." Hermione didn't know why this was relavant to this day, HER wedding day. "Okay..."
"That's not all," Ginny said hastily. "We, um, had sex again last night."
Hermione blinked. "Wait," she said slowly. "You and Harry have had sex...twice?"
"Yeah. We were drunk both times, of course," Ginny said quickly. "But, you see...we both remembered what happened this time. And...we liked it. At least, he said he did," she added quickly. "And the thing is...I think I still really fancy him."
"Wha-"
"I know I told you that I was over him years ago," Ginny said with a small smile. "But I never was, you see-"
"Ginny," Hermione said sharply. "This is my WEDDING day. I have to worry about that first." She saw the look on Ginny's face. "Sorry," she added. "The hangover potion has worked yet."
"Hermione! Hermione!" Ginny and Hermione stood up quickly as Fred came dashing into the living room. "There you are," he said, but he still had a worried look on his face. "I'm really sorry, but...Ron is gone."
It was lucky that Ginny was there to catch her as Hermione fell to the ground.
The next morning, Ginny woke up with a pounding headache. Well, ten shots of firewhiskey'll do that to you, she told herself. She wondered vaguely how Hermione must be feeling...then remembered that the wedding was today. She rolled over.
And screamed.
Because lying beside her was a sleeping Harry Potter.
But he wasn't asleep for long. The scream woke him with a jerk. "What the-" he stared at Ginny, who was now sitting up. "Oh, shit."
"What the hell happened?" Ginny demanded, sitting up. Harry groaned and closed his eyes.
"I think we-"
"Oh, hell! Not again!" Ginny closed her eyes and leaned against the headboard of her bed. "Goddammit."
Not this again, Harry thought as he sat up beside her. "I sorta remember what happened-"
Ginny nodded. "Yeah, me, too. Not like last time."
"Was I...good?"
Ginny gave him a disgusted look. "Harry, that isn't the point."
"Oh, sorry."
Ginny looked at him again, and actually smiled a little. "Well...yeah. It was. Good, I mean." She swallowed. "Um, what about me?"
Harry gave her an akward grin. "Yeah, you were."
"Ginny!" To their horror, Mrs. Weasley was at the door. She opened it without knocking. "Sweetheart, it's time to get up for-" Mrs. Weasley stopped short when she saw the two of them in bed together. "Oh, sorry," she said hastily, backing out. Ginny closed her eyes and banged her head against the headboard.
"Shit!"
Suddenly, Harry felt annoyed. "Look, Ginny, I don't see why it's a big deal-"
"WHAT?!"
Ignoring her outrage, Harry stood up out of bed. He quickly relized that he needed to cover himself up. "I'm tired of you making such a big deal about this. Yes, we had a drunken little fling last summer. And, last night," he added hastily. "But, you know what?" Now he didn't know what to say.
"No, WHAT, Harry?"
"Nothing," he mumbled. He grabbed his clothes and hastily threw his pants on. "See you at the wedding." With that, he dashed out of the room, leaving Ginny alone.
Meanwhile, Hermione had woken up in her head. She wasn't alone: she had her own pounding headache. "Oh, God," she groaned as she sat up, grabbing her head in pain. Then she remembered: her wedding day! She was out of bed in a shot.
After putting on her robe, she went downstairs. She knew a good hangover potion: she'd made it plenty of times for Ron. But never for herself. The one night that I choose to get really drunk, and it had to be the night before my wedding, she scolded herself. Good job, smart one.
To her disapointment, the kitchen wasn't empty: Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast, and Percy and his daughters were already at the table. She said good morning to them all, and grabbed a cauldron out of the cupboard. Mrs. Weasley gave her a curious look. "What are you making, dear?"
"Oh, just a nerves potion," Hermione said with an embarressed laugh. "You know..."
"Oh, leave that to me, dear," Mrs. Weasley said with the wave of her hand. "My mother made me a nervousness potion on my wedding day, but obviously your own mother can't so..." Mrs. Weasley cut off: it was her turn to be embarressed.
Hermione was touched, but she knew she had to lie again. "Oh, no, I'd really like to do it myself." When a hurt look crossed Mrs. Weasley's face, Hermione added, "Well, just making it myself might calm my nerves. Maybe I could give it to Ron or something."
"Oh." Mrs. Weasley nodded and got back to the breakfast. "Well, any ingrediants you need are in the cupboard over there." She pointed without looking up from her pan.
On the other side of the room, Hermione set up the cauldron over a blue magic fire. She gathered up the ingrediants she needed and got to work. At one point, Percy came over to her while his daughters ate breakfast. "Moon stone? Powdered goat horns? Hermione," Percy said, examining more of the ingrediants, "are you making a hangover potion?"
"Shut uuuuuuuup," Hermione hissed. She gestured to Mrs. Weasley who had her back turned to them. Percy tsked disapprovingly and went back to the table. Yeah, fuck you, Percy, Hermione thought bitterly as she prepared the rest of her potion. After it was cooled, Hermione gulped down a goblet-full. Just then, Ginny came downstairs. "Pssst! Ginny!" she called as silently as she could. Ginny looked over at Hermione, who pointed to the cauldron. "Hangover potion!" she mouthed.
Ginny went over to her, and Hermione handed her a goblet-full. "Thought you might need it."
"Thanks." Ginny guzzled it down and thrust the goblet back at Hermione. She looked distracted.
"What's wrong?"
Ginny looked around the kitchen. It was starting to fill up: in fact, the only people missing where Ron and Harry. "Can I tell you something? In private?"
"Sure." They went into the living room and huddled in the corner. Hermione gave Ginny an inquiring look. "Are you okay?"
"I never told you this, but...Harry and I had sex last summer."
"Oh." Hermione didn't know why this was relavant to this day, HER wedding day. "Okay..."
"That's not all," Ginny said hastily. "We, um, had sex again last night."
Hermione blinked. "Wait," she said slowly. "You and Harry have had sex...twice?"
"Yeah. We were drunk both times, of course," Ginny said quickly. "But, you see...we both remembered what happened this time. And...we liked it. At least, he said he did," she added quickly. "And the thing is...I think I still really fancy him."
"Wha-"
"I know I told you that I was over him years ago," Ginny said with a small smile. "But I never was, you see-"
"Ginny," Hermione said sharply. "This is my WEDDING day. I have to worry about that first." She saw the look on Ginny's face. "Sorry," she added. "The hangover potion has worked yet."
"Hermione! Hermione!" Ginny and Hermione stood up quickly as Fred came dashing into the living room. "There you are," he said, but he still had a worried look on his face. "I'm really sorry, but...Ron is gone."
It was lucky that Ginny was there to catch her as Hermione fell to the ground.
