Disclaimer - I'm not JK, nothing is mine, worse luck!

A/N - Sorry this took so long, I was buried under piles of exam revision, but I'm back now!

The Morning After

Chloe groaned, and opened one eye experimentally. Merlin, the sun was freakishly strong this morning. She blamed Angelina and Ginny entirely for the night before, it was all their idea. And now, thanks to them, her head felt like there was a metal band around it, tightening every second. From the other end of the bed she heard a muffled moan and sat up, alarmed, before seeing Angelina's familiar black hair poking out of the duvet. Chloe leant over and poked her.

"Oi, you. I hate you."

"Yeah, I hate me too." came the muffled reply, "I cannot believe the amount I drunk last night." Chloe laughed, then winced.

"It even hurts to laugh. Oh Angelina Johnson, you are officially off my list of bridesmaids!" at that Angelina sat up with a start.

"Oh Clo, don't say that! I didn't…" she trailed off, seeing the mischievous look on Chloe's face. "You are evil Chloe, pure evil. I shall have to warn your future husband about that."

"Oh he knows," Chloe smirked, "he knows all about it! C'mon, d'you want some coffee?"

The two girls made their way downstairs, and had just mixed two glasses of Hangover Potion when Ginny stumbled into the kitchen, catching her shoulder on the doorframe.

"Bloody hell, I think I'm still drunk." was her greeting. "Any coffee on?"

"Good job it's a Sunday," Chloe remarked, "or we'd all be screwed. Imagine going into work in this state."

"I think we'd all have owled in sick," Hermione replied, catching the end of the conversation as she wandered downstairs. "I used to be so responsible. And look at my hair!" she shrieked, catching sight of her reflection in a spoon. Angelina smirked at the sight of Hermione, hair bushier than ever with mascara all down her cheeks.

"I don't think anyone would believe what we've turned little Hermione Granger into." she laughed. Hermione gestured towards Ginny, who had her head in her hands on the tabletop. As if on cue, she began to snore loudly.

"I'm not that bad!" she laughed. Chloe reached over and poked her tentatively.

"Gin? Ginny? Wake up you lazy cow! Coffee's up." Ginny pulled a hand off the table and swatted in Chloe's general direction, as if she was a fly bothering her on a sunny day. Angelina shrugged.

"Leave it, she'll wake up when she's ready. Living room? I think cushions would greatly improve my comfort levels."

The three girls picked up their steaming mugs of coffee and made their way into the living room. Angelina got herself settled lying prone across the sofa, Hermione curled into an armchair, and Chloe lay on the floor with her eyes closed and a pillow under her head. Hermione reached for the remote control, and turned on the television to the comforting sound of children's cartoons.

"Proper hangover telly, ain't it?" Chloe mumbled, to no one in particular. The girls were just drifting off to sleep when Fred, George, Harry and Ron bowled through the fireplace. Chloe shrieked in alarm, which set Angelina and Hermione off. Ginny ran in from the kitchen, eyes wild with fear.

"What? What? Merlin what the hell's going on!" she cried, then catching sight of the boys said, "Oh, it's only you lot." Harry wrapped Ginny in his arms, while Fred repeatedly tried to push Angelina's feet from the end of the sofa so he could sit down. Hermione moved onto Ron's lap, and George laid down next to Chloe.

"Hello gorgeous." he smiled.

"Bugger off." Chloe whispered, even while manoeuvring her head onto George's chest and wrapping his arms around her.

"Good night?" Fred asked the room at large, and received grunts in response.

"It was great, can't you tell?" Hermione said. George laughed out loud.

"Look at the state of you all! Merlin girls, I expected better of you. I reckon a nice fry up'd do the trick now, don't you Fred?"

"Why George, that's the best idea you've had in a while!" Fred exclaimed. "Clo, what you reckon? Think you can rustle up some breakfast for your favourite future brother in law?"

"Sod off," Chloe replied, "I hate you all. And now I think I'm going to be very sick, thanks for that!" she ran from the room, while the boys exploded into laughter.

"Merlin's beard, how much did she drink?" Harry wondered, "she's normally so good with it!"

"We had cocktails," Ginny said into his chest, "and then tequila. And then a few bottles of wine. Then some form of shots. And then possibly something else."

"And judging by this," Fred added, holding a bottle of firewhiskey aloft, having found it on the floor next to the sofa, "a bottle of whiskey when you got home." Hermione visibly paled at the amount of alcohol they had consumed. Chloe walked back into the room, looking green.

"Were you sick then Clo?" George asked as she crawled back into his embrace.

"No," she said mournfully, "but I think I should be. Merlin, I hate you Angelina. This was all your idea. I should've stayed in and had sex." George nodded heartily at this suggestion.

"Anyway, you'd all better get yourselves ready because we've got to be at the Burrow in about an hour for Sunday lunch. And you can't cry out of it today Clo, you're the one with the news." Fred said casually.

"What's the time?" Angelina asked, lifting her head from the sofa for the first time.

"Half eleven." Fred replied. Angelina groaned, and let her head fall heavily back onto the sofa.

"Ow." she mumbled. "That wasn't a good idea." Fred poked her, and said,

"Get up. Get up. Get up." Chloe lifted herself up onto her elbows.

"Maybe a shower'll help."

"Nothing will help," Hermione replied, "I think I'm dying."