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Merry Christmas

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A/N Slight Katie/Luna in here, if you don't like, don't bother reading it.

Hungover

For ZaksBlood13

I'm too lazy to PM you, but perhaps you could do something like(this might be a bit longer than a one-shot, but I don't think by much) Oliver getting totally sloshed and cheating on Katie, Katie being totally hurt and breaking it off with him, then swearing off men and getting together with, like, Luna or someone equally not Hermione-or-Ginny. Something tells me that Luna would make a good pansexual and be good for a stressed mind.

Two things about this: Changed Oliver to Charlie, because I doubt any woman,short even Katie would swear off Oliver… and Changed the idea to be a short, sort-of-post-hangover-what-have-I-done? Thingummybobby. It'll make sense if you read it. And I'm really sorry it's short, and probably not my best work… but I sort of like it, I dunno... I guess it's alright, and hope you do too!

And Lol… haha, too lazy to PM me..

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All I remember is something about Nargles. And lots of chocolate. And probably some Malibu involved somewhere too. Lots and lots of Malibu. My head is killing me.

Sitting up, I look around me. Empty bed. Good, that means I've not got drunk and shagged some bloke. Swore off them. Well done me. Charlie's bag is sitting, half packed from where I threw him out a week ago, on the dressing table. I stretch and consider turning on the lights.

Poor idea.

I grip my head, groan and turn them back off.

Bad idea, Katie-Kat. I poke my tongue out at nobody in particular and stride towards the bathroom, then throw myself from it and put my head over the toilet bowl.

"Bugger-" I manage to squeak from between upchucking sessions, "Fucking-Bugger-Alcohol-Weasley-tosspot-Charlie-Burn-"

"His fucking house down?" A jovial voice cuts through my head, a hand hands me a potion and I sip it gratefully. The wish to puke subsides and I can look up.

"Lovegood?" Aww fuck. Now I remember.

"Good morning." She smiles and I have to smile back. "Feeling better? I'm quite sure those Nargles were messing around with your head last night-"

"It wasn't the Nargles, it was the rum."

"Oh, well, that's good, isn't it?" There's a small moment of silence where I resist the urge to yell 'good? Good, do you even have a clue what it's like to have a tongue like a roll of carpet?'

"What did I do last night?" Because there's something telling me I was kissing someone, and she's standing in front of me.

"Well, you were upset, so I'm not surprised, really, but you did get rather drunk."

"I figured that. What did we do?" I splutter, my head throbbing.

She smiles at me.

"Don't worry." She says in that stupid, and yet somehow lovely sing-song voice of hers, "Nothing overtly sexual." I blink several times in that horrific post-hangover haze. "Just involving lots of drink, chocolate and Mistletoe. Which I think is where the Nargles came from. I couldn't figure out what else was wrong with you. So I sort of shut you in your bedroom, and left you to your own devices."

"But we kissed?"

A flash of her perfume, something funny, like cinnamon and lavender, and then… I close my eyes and try to remember. fuck. Fuck. fuck. the one thing I actually want to remember, and I can't.

"A few times, if I'm honest." Luna looks at me, smiling gently, reaches out to touch my hand. I draw it back and stare at her suspiciously. "Listen, it's alright…" She smiles, "I won't say anything if you don't want…"

"It's not that…" I find myself saying, "I… can't remember."

"Well, that'll be the Nargles for you, honestly, I should have gotten you some Radishes," She flicks her earrings gently and I watch them swing slowly, "They keep them away, you know."

"But I want to."

"Want to what, sorry?" She looks at me for a second, confused.

"Remember."

"Oh. Well…"

"Well what?"

"I suppose I could help you…" She leans in closer and looks at me, her big grey eyes staring at me. "I mean… if you're sure you want to remember?"

"I…" My eyes are unfocused, staring at the silvery freckles on her nose. "…Guess…"

Her lips are on mine, and I remember. She'd not been drinking Malibu last night. That had been me. She hadn't grabbed me in a drunken haze… I had grabbed her.

Because I liked her. And then my brain took a long pause and lost it. Because I was hurt, and she openly admitted to liking me. like that.

No more men. That's what I'd said.

Well, I suppose I was keeping that promise.

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A/N Hope you enjoyed?!

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Merry Christmas!!! xxx