The Morning After
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It was the smell of deep musk that aroused her half-asleep curiosity first. Followed quickly by an unusual pain in her neck. As she peeled her eyes open, half encrusted by the remnants of the previous night's mascara, her nervous system convoluted with shock. Legs entwined and bodies pressed against each other, she was in someone else's bed...
...with a man!
Her head rested on his chest; his sleeping breathing patterns causing her to lift and fall slightly every so often. She ran her hand down her body in panic, finding a bare torso but thankfully she was wearing a pair of knickers.
Her head felt inexplicable pain, possibly due to the amount of alcohol she had been persuaded to consume the previous evening. Any movement, she found, caused serious dizziness and therefore resolved to remain as still as possible as she attempted to remember the events of the night...
"Let's see..." she thought. Vaguely, she recalled getting ready for the Christmas Ball in a whirl of excitement with her friend Ginny Weasley. Being the Head Girl, she had her own chambers and it felt such a treat to be able to get ready for a formal without fighting for the use of the mirror with the other girls she had shared a dorm with for six years. Her best friends, Harry Potter and Ginny's brother, Ron, arrived about half an hour before the ball was due to start, bringing a selection of seventh years and an even more varied selection of alcoholic drinks.
She remembered feeling tipsy as she wandered down an hour late with everyone else, and then Ron guiding her so she wouldn't trip and fly into the Great Hall. Then, with horror, she found her memory to be a blur of dancing, music and a certain argument between Parvati and Lavender over... Harry! She was almost certain she could recall the moment when Ron decided to spike the punch but then... absolutely nothing.
Silently, she chastised herself for drinking in the first place... but to go to the extent where her memory was a complete scramble? Sighing heavily she dared to look up at the face of the man she had presumably spent the night with, and gasped loudly with shock.
He opened his eyes and stared down at her.
"You" she spat.
A smirk crept onto his thin lips. "Good morning, Miss Granger..."