Lily awoke with a blinding headache and a very naked boy in a bed that was not hers. She pushed herself up gingerly and shook Scamander awake.

"Get up," she mumbled.

He just groaned and turned around.

"Up," she said, pushing him a little harder.

"Wuzzgoinon?" he said rather indistinctly.

"You need to get out," she said, her tone taking on a hint of urgency. James had never quite managed to stop being overprotective and she had no doubt that finding Scamander entirely naked in one of his guest rooms would make him feel quite out of sorts.

"What's the time?" he asked, managing to hoist himself up.

"Ten maybe?" she said with a shrug. "I don't know."

"Oh fuck," Lorcan exclaimed, jumping out of bed. "The fundraiser."

"Yes hurry," Lily said, desperately hoping James would be too hungover to have woken up properly just yet.

Lorcan pulled on his pants quickly and there was a crack as he apparated away.

"Well goodbye to you too," Lily muttered under her breath. She knew she would have to deal with this later but all she could think about now was the fact that her head felt like it was about to explode. She collapsed back into the bed and briefly wondered how on earth her life had ended up like this. Alone in a bed, smelling distinctly of sex and stale alcohol. This wasn't exactly how she had planned it. She had decided she would be a journalist, like her mother. Have children by the time she was twenty-six. She hadn't intended on being a columnist for Witch Weekly and undoubtedly single at the age of twenty-five. And she most certainly had never intended to sleep with Lorcan Scamander.

As she made her way down the stairs she could help but feel like she had hit a low point in her life.

"So Scamander huh?" James asked when she got to the breakfast table. She groaned internally. Seated around the table were an unfortunately large number of her family members.

"You have many fine qualities cousin dearest," Rose said. "Discretion is not one of them."

"Don't you have a fundraiser to get to," Lily asked, pointedly.

"Well Scorpius just surfaced about ten minutes ago and he's now puking up everything he's eaten in the last four days," Rose replied. "So I thought I'd have a spot of breakfast."

"You seem to have come through the night unscathed," Lily noted.

"Relatively," Rose said. "Sophie makes a decent hangover potion."

"Now be generous Rose," a rather ethereal voice chided from the fireplace. "You know it's the best one you've ever had."

"Welcome back," James said to his wife as she floated over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How was your night?"

She ignored him and picked up a piece of toast.

"Will Scorpius be alright for the fundraiser?" Lucy asked worriedly. "I've called most of the press."

"We'll wait for him to stop vomiting his guts out and then we'll give him some of Sophie's stuff," Rose said. "He'll be fine."

"He will," Sophie agreed.

The fire in the fireplace turned green once again and a handsome man with raven black hair and pale skin stepped out.

"Xav?" James asked.

"'Lo James," Xavier Black said pleasantly.

"You do know that the party was yesterday right?" James said. "A party that you said you were going to come for."

"I'm sorry, campaign stuff. Someone had to hold down the fort," he said. "I've come to collect Malfoy."

"Did Scamander send you?" Rose asked. "Look just because he got drunk out of his wits and got taken advantage of by Lily doesn't mean the rest of us are in bad shape."

In the background there was a distinct sound of hurling as Scorpius Malfoy emptied the contents of his stomach into a pot. Rose winced.

"You took advantage of Scamander?" Xavier asked, his nose wrinkling up in disgust. "Really?"

"Scorpius is puking in the loo," Lily said. "And he's running for minister and has an important public event today. Remind me again why we're talking about who I slept with."

"Because it's Scamander," Lucy said. "He's a little gross Lily."

"I'm not going to marry him," Lily said huffily. "It was one time."

"Lots of alcohol? Deep secrets shared?" Rose said knowingly. "That's how I got together with Scorpius."

"No no," Lily said. "We literally just had sex. We barely even talked."

James' face was screwed up in a grimace.

"Oh get over yourselves," she said. "All of you. It was just a one time thing."

"Does Scamander know that?" Lucy asked.

"Everybody shut up," she said. "My head's pounding and I can't do this right now."

"Coffee?" Rose asked, thrusting a mug under her nose.

"Thank you," Lily said gratefully.

"Wait for your stomach to settle and then have some of that hangover potion," Rose said, slightly sympathetic to Lily's situation. She had been in her place multiple times but never had to deal with the rest of her family at breakfast.

Just then a pale, rather desolate looking Scorpius Malfoy emerged from the bathroom.

"Feeling better?" Sophie asked, with an impish smile.

"Not so loud," he said, croakily.

"I'll get him a triple of the potion," Sophie said, with a laugh. "Double for you Lily?"

Lily looked at Sophie her eyes wide and slightly terrified. Suddenly images of Albus passionately kissing his sister-in-law flashed across her eyes.

"Yeah," she said weakly.

The fire turned green again and an incredibly tiny, and almost frighteningly blonde witch popped out. There was a heavy sweet scent that sort of hung around her and wafted across the room. In her hands was a large package.

"Mr. Malfoy," she said shrilly.

Scorpius winced.

"And who is this?" James asked. He was an easygoing guy but he drew the line at people he had never seen before appearing in his house and squeaking early in the morning.

"This is Magnolia," Scorpius said wearily. "She's handles my scheduling."

"Are we expecting any more members of your campaign staff?" James asked.

"I hope to Merlin that we aren't," Scorpius said fervently.

"Mr. Malfoy," Magnolia said chidingly. "You should already be at The Sirius Black Memorial Hall. There's so much to discuss before we-"

"Not now Magnolia," Scorpius said pleadingly. "Can we do this later?"

Magnolia pursed her lips but said nothing.

"Do you want some breakfast?" James asked, offering her a piece of toast.

"No thank you," Magnolia said coldly. "I have already eaten."

"She's giving me a headache," Lily mumbled to Rose.

"At least you don't have to deal with her everyday," Rose muttered back. "My house smells like a blooming perfume factory."

"Here you go," Sophie said, thrusting a vile looking concoction into Scorpius's hand. "You should feel immediate relief."

"Thanks," Scorpius said gratefully.

"Quickly," Magnolia chided. She brandished the package. "I have your dress robes here so you can get changed."

Rose felt an unaccountable urge to slap her. "I'll get him there Magnolia," she said, sounding far more patient than she actually was. "Don't worry."

"That's all I've been doing lately," Magnolia said with a sniff, but gave the dress robes to Rose and allowed herself to be led to the fireplace by a relieved James.

"Merlin," James said when he got back. "Why on earth did you hire her?"

"She came with excellent qualifications," Scorpius said weakly.

"She squeaks," James said. "No qualifications can make up for that."

"Feeling better?" Rose asked Scorpius, who seemed to be less droopy.

"Definitely," he said. "This is brilliant Sophie."

"I know," she said with a grin. "Get changed and we'll get you to that fundraiser."

He quickly did as he was told and walked out looking incredibly handsome in navy blue robes.

"All set?" Rose asked. He nodded and she grabbed his hand and they apparated to the hall. When they arrived they realized it was largely deserted, with a only Scorpius's campaign staff sitting around the tables.

"I don't think apparating agreed with my stomach," Scorpius said, looking distinctly queasy.

"Just sit down," Rose said. "Merlin the amount you drank last night, I'm surprised you're even alive."

"Well why didn't you stop me then?" he asked.

"You were having a good time," Rose replied. "Have you ever known me to stop people from having a good time?"

"That's true," Scorpius said, his hand still in hers.

"You'll be fine," she said. "Just don't puke on any journalists."

He groaned. "I'm probably going to do that aren't I? And then I'll lose because who wants a Minister who projectile vomits on people?"

Rose just laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "You're ridiculous," she said fondly.

a/n: So I hope you like this chapter. I really do want to know what you think of it so please tell me :) Reviews make me very very happy :)