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Chapter 5

The first thing that crossed through my mind the next morning was that where ever I was I was quite comfortable. Burrowing into the comforter, I was determined to drift off to sleep again until my mind processed the fact that this most definitely was not my bed. My bed had never been this comfortable before. Without opening my eyes I gently rubbed the sheets, and yup these were of an exponentially higher thread count then my discount sheets that I'd found in a bargain bin at 85% off.

Bollocks. Some people just have all the luck in life.

I'm sad to admit that I was about to go back to sleep and ignore the fact that I was in a strange bed with no memory of how I got there before this fact was processed by my sleep addled mind. Frantically, once I realized the connotations of my current predicament, I sat up in bed.

There was no one sleeping next to me. But it did seem like someone had slept there. The sheets were rumpled and the comforter thrown back. Double bollocks.

I tried to search my mind for the last memory that I had from last night. All I could remember was going out to drink with Portia, but nowhere in my memory did I recall a guy. I took in the appearance of the room around me and it definitely was not Portia's. There weren't any superfluous decorations and the room contained only pieces of furniture that were necessary in a bedroom: a bed, dresser, two side tables, and a couple of lamps… this room definitely belonged to a guy. Triple bollocks.

As I began to fully awaken, I felt the tell-tale signs that a hangover headache was about to hit, and I knew that today was not going to be a pleasant day. Et tu, alcohol.

Getting up from the bed, I looked down at my clothing and noticed that not a single article of it was missing except for my shoes. A wave of relief flooded through me and suddenly I didn't feel so bad, well, except for the building headache.

I heard the sound of someone rummaging through drawers echoing through the apartment and so I timidly followed the noises until I discovered the kitchen. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Draco standing over a small bubbling cauldron stirring a potion that reeked.

It sounds a little better when the mysterious bed you wake up in after a night of heavy drinking is your fiancé's… right? Totally.

"What are you making?" I ask curiously as the smell kept assaulting me. The pungent smell seemed to be a mix of rotting onions and… celery salt?

Draco turned to me, "And she lives! Color me shocked."

"Just how drunk was I?" I asked cautiously.

"Ridiculously," was his only reply. I got the impression that he was being vague on purpose but I decided to drop the topic. I'm a firm believer that sometimes ignorance is truly bliss.

He grabbed a glass from a cabinet and scooped some of the thick potion into a glass and handed it to me. I looked down hesitantly at the charcoal colored potion that literally was making my eyes water due to the harsh smell. I looked back up at his expectant face, "You've got to be kidding me. This looks rotten."

Draco let out an exasperated sigh, "Merlin woman! It's a hangover cure which I guarantee will get rid of the worst hangover."

Grimacing I peered down at the cup again, "I think I rather suffer out this hangover than subject myself to this."

Draco angrily set the glass down on the counter, "Why do I even bother trying? I should have just left you on the side of the street. I'm going to take a shower. Clean up the cauldron at least. The potion is stinking up my apartment." He stormed out of the kitchen and I soon heard the echo of the bathroom door slamming shut.

Merlin's beard he could throw a temper tantrum. Rolling my eyes I approached the cauldron with caution. However, before I could pull out my wand to evanesco the foul potion, my eyes landed on an open potion book which was sitting next to the cauldron. I quickly skimmed through the ingredients: pickled onions, bouncing spider juice, ginger roots, sardines, a couple hairs from a dog, and knotgrass. My stomach gave an uncomfortable flop when I read the list of ingredients; this truly was a heinous potion.

However I stopped when I came to a single line at the bottom, 'Takes three hours to brew; caution, be sure to brew immediately before usage otherwise it becomes poisonous after sitting for two hours.'

I threw a quick glance at my watch and my heartbeat picked up when I realized that Draco had gotten up at 7 am on a Saturday morning to brew me this hangover cure. My heart melted slightly and I began to feel guilty for how I had reacted to his kind gesture. No wonder he got angry at me. If I'd spent over three hours brewing someone a potion which they then unceremoniously rejected, I'd be fucking livid.

I quickly cleaned up his kitchen, including the cutting boards that had been used to chop up all the different ingredients. After I was finished, I stared down at the cup that he'd handed to me earlier. I hadn't cleaned it up and had left it sitting on the counter. After realizing how much effort Draco had put into making it, I became determined to drink it no matter had bad it tasted.

I took the glass in my hand and swirled the cup. The potion inside barely moved at the motion due to it being so thick. Bringing the cup up to my lips, I steeled myself for the inevitable. I tightly closed my eyes and took a drink.

It was worse than I had imagined. It had a gluey texture and it slid down my throat slowly and it left behind a thick residue coating the inside of my mouth and throat. I forced myself to take another sip, and as the potion hit my stomach, nausea began to rack my body.

Suddenly a barely clothed Draco rushed into the kitchen. He only had a towel haphazardly thrown around his waist and he was dripping water all over the floor. As he hastened towards me, he picked up a trashcan that had been situated by the kitchen island, and set it in front of me. He then quickly gathered my hair and held it back for me just as I began to violently throw up.

Approximately five minutes later, I felt the nausea begin to ebb away and the growing headache had all but disappeared. Draco was still standing behind me holding back my hair; he'd also tried to reassure me by gently rubbing my back with his other hand while I had been in the process of emptying out the contents of my stomach.

"Oh course you'd wait until after I'd left to take the potion. Merlin woman you're going to be the death of me. Thankfully I spotted you taking a sip of it when I exited the bathroom, otherwise I don't even want to imagine the state my kitchen would be in right now."

I turned around to thank him for having rushed to my side and for helping me out, only to realize that it hadn't been a figment of my imagination. Draco Malfoy was really standing there in front of me with nothing but a towel on, beads of water trailing down his sculpted chest, his wet hair was untamed and strands were going every which way, and his eyes were looking at me with sympathy. He wasn't pissed off that I had just spent five minutes vomiting in his kitchen; instead he was looking at me with a tenderness that made my heartbeat pick up again.

Oh Merlin, I thought to myself, my fiancé is definitely hot.

I tried to get up but a deep seeded weariness had taken over my body. My hangover had evaporated but all I wanted to do was curl up in Draco's exceedingly comfortable bed and fall asleep.

Draco seemed to understand my exhaustion without me having to say a word. He bent over and picked me up bridal style.

"How about we both take a nap? I'm exhausted and I bet you are too. That potion always drains me when I first take it but after a short nap I always feel great. Last time I took it, four hours later I was out playing Quidditch."

He set me gently onto his bed. I turned over onto my side, waiting for him to join me but he had seemed to disappear into the bathroom. A short while later he reentered his room wearing only a pair of boxers.

He dropped onto the other side of the bed and I let myself relax into the comfort that enveloped me. A blush spread across my face as I began falling asleep. The last thought that had flitted through my mind before I had fallen asleep was that I was slightly bummed that his towel hadn't fallen off when he had earlier picked me up.

It sounds a little better when the guy you're shamelessly lusting over is your fiancé, right? Totally.

A/N: I'm sorry in the delay in getting this out to all of you. Thank you for being patient and I want to thank everyone that has reviewed! I'm so excited when I receive reviews and all of my reviewers have been wonderful. So thank you! Also if you have any questions, comments, concerns, ideas, advice, or whatever please share it with me. I try to answer back to everyone's reviews. And they truly inspire me to get off my lazy arse and write.

2/2/15 A/N: Hello everyone! I've decided to revisit this story after a 2.5 year hiatus. I'm going through and cleaning up my writing in the meantime before I start writing some new chapters. This chapter has been re-edited.