I wake up indescribably happy. This is for one reason. Last night at the party I drank myself into a nice stupor and headed down to the dungeons to pay a visit to a certain Slytherin Prince. The reason behind my happiness is that I wake up in a pretty blond boy's bed.

He raises his head and stares at me for a minute. I smile and move to kiss him.

"What are you doing Potter?" I'm confused, and it must show. He laughs at me. "You think that me fucking you changes anything between us? It doesn't. You're nothing to me Potter."

"But Draco…" He sneers.

"Don't call me that. Get your clothes and get out." I stoop to pick up my clothes. I can't find my underpants, and my shirt is ripped down the front. I put it on anyway and forget the underpants, pulling up my jeans.

"You are a prick, Malfoy! Tell me, do you tell all your cheap whores that you love them after you suck them off?" He smirks the way only he can and says:

"Oh no, only you Potter." He is so smug and sarcastic that I want to smack him. I don't. I run out before the tears well up, I refuse to cry in front of him!

I run until I reach the Room of Requirement. I wish for a soft bed and some music, and open the door. I collapse onto the bed and sob for a long time. I realize that the music playing in the room is The Weird Sister's song 'Use Me Like Always' and briefly wonder how the hell that happened. I decide crying isn't going to help anything, and head to the Gryffindor Dorms in a very bad mood.

I run into Dean and Seamus, who are being disgustingly cute, so I ditch them in favor of going up to the dorm where I am told Ron and Neville are fighting.

They aren't.

I'm to damn tired and sore and hung-over to care about the fact that my best friend didn't tell me that he's gay and apparently, screwing one of our dorm-mates, but I am a bit shocked.

I guess it shows, because Seamus and Dean tell me to go lie down in Hermione's room. I decide to take the advice, and stumble up there. Hermione knows better than to ask questions, and lets me sleep in her spiffy Head-Girl's room undisturbed.

I fall asleep almost instantly, and dream about blonde teddy bears with silver eyes being torn apart by various magical creatures.

Merlin, I hate this.

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A/N: And so ends the Morning After Trilogy. I realize Harry's part is short, but please give the poor boy a break, he just had his cherry popped by a sex-crazed asshole, and he's a bit pissed off. I had writer's block on this last chapter, and I think this is the end, but I might do a Draco chapter if the inspiration strikes. Thank you for reading, and thanks big time to all who reviewed and all who will in the future.

Thanks for reading, EZ