At least, not until the next morning. When I woke up in bed with him.
Before your imagination goes wild, I will tell you this. We were still fully clothed. So while I did not remember how I got there, I did know that nothing happened.
As I laid there, I ransacked my brain for ideas. Ideas of what might have happened last night. Ideas of what I should do when he woke up. Whether or not I should even stick around for him to wake up. I almost left actually. But then, I realized that this was my chance. If I ever had a hope of him giving me a chance as a woman and not his little sister's best friend, this was it.
So I waited. And I waited. And finally, he began to stir.
As he became aware of his surroundings, he looked confused, which made sense, since I doubted he remembered what happened last night either. And then he saw me.
He jolted upright in bed, staring at me in horror. The first words out of his mouth were "I'm dead. Uncle Harry's going to kill me. James is going to kill me. Albus is going to kill me. But if Aunt Ginny gets to me first," a shudder ran through him.
I figured I should speak up, so I said, "Frank. No one is going to kill you. Nothing happened."
He obviously hadn't really looked at us because he kept freaking out. "How do you know that? I don't remember anything. I do know you were just as drunk as me. So if I can't remember, neither can you—"
"I may not remember, but I can see." I plucked at my shirt. "I'm still dressed. So are you. Nothing happened."
It finally seemed to penetrate his brain because he started to calm down.
Then he really started to look at me. Really look. And the calm left him. "Your lipstick is smudged. It wasn't smudged when I saw you last night."
This is when I decided it was time to start changing how he saw me. "Well yeah. I should hope my drunk self had enough sense to take advantage of your drunk self."
"Why?"
"Because I like you Frank. No. That's a lie. I don't just like you. I've been in love with you for years. And I'm not a little girl anymore. But it seems like you only see me as a grown woman when you're too drunk to remember it."
And then I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and left him to ponder what I had said.
Author's Note: I know I said every Saturday, but I felt generous. I also just started university and could use a distraction from the massive amounts of work I have to do, so please review :)