Chapter 4 – Angel of the Morning
Ginny woke up the next morning with a particularly bad headache. Groaning, she held her head, squinting at the blinding rays of sunlight shining through the curtains. She groggily stood up and made her way to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on her face, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Dark circles surrounded her eyes and smudges of last night's make up still covered her face. Her hair was plastered to her face.
"Ginny, you had way too much to drink…"
She looked down at herself and noticed that she didn't even change to her nightclothes. She tried to remember what happened to her the previous night. The club… the dancing… Peter… Harry…
"Harry…" she whispered. Her eyes bulged, "Oh my God!"
It all came back to her in a flash. Harry taking her home… Harry putting her in bed… Harry kissing her…
It was more like me molesting Harry.
Oh, you liked it!
Shut up!
She could feel herself redden with embarrassment. How could I even face him now after what I've done? She thought. He probably thinks I go pash every guy I'm with when I'm pissed!
She looked at her reflection in the mirror with utmost scrutiny. She couldn't believe that she managed to get herself in such an unspeakable situation. Sure, she wanted to kiss Harry senseless, but not when she's blind drunk and off her wits!
"How can you be an absolute idiot? Virginia, if your colleagues find out about this …" Ginny couldn't even continue.
"Dear, go and wash up will you?" The mirror chided.
"Oh shut it, will you?" Ginny replied irritatingly.
Ginny thanked the gods that it was Saturday.
"God, I need another drink…"
Ginny stumbled across her flat towards the kitchen. Rummaging through the cupboards, she settled for a half full bottle of red. She poured herself a full goblet, and drank it down in one gulp. Squinting painfully at the sensation of drinking something quite strong so early in the day, she knelt on the floor, so tempted to ball her eyes out.
Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Oh, don't be too hard on yourself.
Just when I was finally getting him to notice me, I screw the whole bloody thing up!
Oh, he noticed you all right… if you even bother to stop and try to remember what happened…
Wha…?
Oh, you know…
She could feel her inner-self winking slyly.
"Damn! I have to be going crazy if I'm arguing with myself," Ginny muttered.
She scratched her head in annoyance, trying to think about what exactly happened the night before. Surely with her being fully clothed, that's a clear indication that nothing… naughty… happened, right? Ginny frowned. She was sure as hell that nothing happened…
If there was you'd think you'd bloody likely will remember clearly!
Still musing with her thoughts, her phone rang. She found the muggle device very handy, especially in times of "female" crisis as Sharon called it. Ginny stood up, almost tripped over yet again, and answered the phone.
"What?"
A rather surprised Sharon replied, "I thought I'd ring you since your fire's out. You're a ball of sunshine today aren't you? I thought you'd be jumping hurdles by now!"
"Huh?" Ginny answered, annoyed.
"With everything that happened? Bloody Merlin! I thought you'd be singing and be carrying on like an contented siren!"
Ginny finally caught on. "Nope, Shaz. Nothing happened!"
There was silence on the other end.
"Shaz?"
"Huh? Wha..?"
Silence.
"Sorry, Gin. It's just… did I hear you correctly? NOTHING happened?"
Ginny hesitated. "Well, I could remember… something…"
Sharon's excitement came back in a flash. "Really?" She squealed. "Tell me more!"
"Well… we kind of kissed…."
"Oh… and then?"
"Um… I can't remember…"
Sharon didn't believe a word of it. "Oh, come on… surely you could remember something…"
"Surely you're not insinuating that something of… that nature… happened?"
Sharon giggled. "Well… did it?"
Ginny was annoyed. "Sharon, do you seriously think I wouldn't remember something LIKE THAT, with Harry Potter no less, happening?"
Sharon thought about it. "Hmm, makes sense…"
"Listen Shaz, I have to go… I'm really itching to get into the shower now…"
Sharon sounded disappointed. "Well, alright then. Take care."
"Bye."
As soon as she replaced the handset, the phone rang again. Ginny could barely hold her temper when she picked it up.
"Listen Shaz! I told you that nothing happened between Harry Potter and I! You think I'd forget something as important as that!" Ginny bellowed.
There was silence on the other end.
Ginny tapped her fingers impatiently on the kitchen counter. "Sharon! Are you listening! You bloody called me! The least you could do is answer…"
"Gin."
Ginny stopped mid-sentence, wide-eyed in surprise.
"It's Harry."
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The title is from a Juice Newton song
