A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

word count: 798

warning: bed sharing so sort of sexual situation and drinking

At some point the room stopped spinning. That was when she knew she was in trouble. Until that point, she could just tell herself she was buzzed, having a bit of fun. When the spinning stopped, that was when it was obvious she was drunk, obvious that this wasn't her bed, this wasn't her tiny little flat.

Her head pounded as she tried to move. Her limbs felt heavier than they should be. She caught sight of a rose pink star stamped on her left hand. She wrinkled her nose and bit back a sigh. She'd been at the Rose again. The club was one of many she'd announced she would no longer be going to, that she was done with that kind of life.

She'd wanted to get her head together. She'd done that, or at least she thought she had. She'd started dating Harry again. That was how the story was supposed to end for them, childhood sweethearts who broke up because of the war and then ended up back in each others arms.

"And they lived happily ever after," she muttered, remembering uttering the same phrase as she poured herself another drink. The same phrase she'd slurred during Harry's wedding to Daphne Greengrass. He did like his redheads after all.

"Who did?" a voice asked from the other side of the bed. Ginny shook her head, of course, she'd gone home with someone. Who was it this time? She had a habit of falling into the same pattern when her life got messy, got complicated. There was the partying, the drinking, the random hooking up with someone, going home with them and the walk of shame the morning later. She'd yet to find someone that she deemed worth staying the morning.

"No one," she said, trying to piece together the night. She remembered having a few drinks before leaving the tiny flat. She remembered a bar, then a different one, she didn't remember going to the Rose, but it wasn't a shock. Rose pink had been the theme of the night after all. Her dress had been that shade, the lipstick she'd put on in an attempt to look feminine. Her rose gold heels had been a bit too tall. She didn't see them off hand and wondered if she'd left them somewhere.

"Good, because it's a bloody myth you know, there's no happily ever after, hell, there's barely even an ever after," the voice of her hook up said. Ginny bit back a laugh. No wonder she'd gone home with this one. Ginny sat up, the room starting to spin slightly.

"Hang over cure?" she asked, hoping that the person next to her was a witch and she hadn't just asked a muggle for something magical.

"Wash room, it's over there, think you can walk that far?"

"I'm sure I can manage," Ginny muttered, sliding out of the soft grey sheets. The whole room was done in shades of grey and pinks. Rose pink carpeting met Ginny's bare feet. She didn't see her heels as she stumbled to the wash room. She found the bottle sitting on the white granite sink along with a small stack of paper cups. She downed it, used the loo, and headed back to face her companion from the night. She knew she should be surprised when she saw Pansy sitting up in the bed, messing with her ebony hair, but she wasn't. In fact, she felt nearly the opposite, like waking up next to Pansy made perfect sense.

"Going to grab your clothing and dash off now?" Pansy asked. "Because you left your shoes at the club, you could borrow a pair of my slippers if you promise to send them back, but then again, you won't, so maybe I should make you walk barefoot?"

"Tempting, or I could borrow them, walk home and keep them as a memoir of all the stupid things I did," Ginny retorted, causing Pansy to burst out laughing.

"Oh, so I'm stupid?" she asked as Ginny sat down on the edge of the bed. Ginny looked at Pansy's face, at the smeared red lipstick still on her lips, at the tiny bit of golden glitter on her hairline.

"No, I think out of all the things I did last night, you're absolutely not one of the stupid ones," she stated, reaching over and pulling Pansy's face to hers.

Their lips met and Ginny felt like the room was spinning again, but this time, she never wanted it to stop, never wanted to let Pansy go. This time, she decided, she was going to stay, either make breakfast or find a coffee shop nearby. She didn't want to do the walk of shame knowing she'd finally found someone she felt she belonged with.