I woke up with a pounding headache. My head hurt like hell and when I opened my eyes I had to close them again, it was so damn bright here.

Damn, what happened yesterday?

Even thinking hurts.

I buried my face under the covers again to shield myself from the light.

I tried to go back to sleep, but failed miserably. But it wasn't only my headache that kept me awake, but also my bladder, which was filled to bursting.

With my eyes closed to avoid being blinded again, I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom, always leaning against the wall.

There was no window here and since I hadn't turned on the light, I tried to open my eyes again when I had relieved myself.

It was still bright but much better than in bed and so I stepped to the sink with narrowed eyes.

I washed my face with ice-cold water in the hope of waking up, but this only made my headache worse because of the cold.

I felt miserable and straight and cursed myself for having already hung a new mirror after destroying the old one.

The sight was devastating.

I tried desperately to remember what had happened yesterday but the last thing I could remember was dinner in the Great Hall, after that my memory was just an opaque fog.

I looked down at myself.

Why had I slept in my shirt and pants?

Still blinking against the light, I staggered back to my bed onto which I dropped. There was a glass of water on my bedside table.

Who had put that there?

Given my inability to undress and the way I felt, it couldn't have been me.

Someone had been in my room, the scales now fell from my eyes and the worst possible scenario stole straight into my head.

I had been drinking yesterday, that much was clear, but with whom?

What if I had done things in that state, completely without control over myself, that I would never do sober?

What if it wasn't Blaise who had been here in the room, but a girl who wasn't Flo?

What if she and I...? I didn't dare think any further. I wouldn't do that, would I? Even when drunk, I would never cheat on Flo, would I?

No, absolutely not! I still had my clothes on, so I couldn't have slept with anyone.

Okay, I had to revise this thought. I knew from my own experience that you didn't have to take off all your clothes and that clothes could be put back on as quickly as you could take them off.

I buried my face in my hands.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I realised that it was absolutely within the realm of possibility that I had cheated on Flo the previous night.

Why had I done that?!

Was I completely insane?!

She was perfect, everything I could wish for and I did this?!

I really needed to find out what had happened here.

I almost stumbled when I got up and held my still throbbing head as I stood under the shower and put on fresh clothes.

There was no thought of breakfast at all, first I had to know what had happened.

I had hoped that someone had seen who I had disappeared with in my room, but the common room was deserted.

So upstairs.

Every step I took echoed deafeningly loud in my head.

Why hadn't anyone invented an anti-hangover potion yet?

I was almost up the stairs when a large crowd of students came towards me.

I scanned the group for my classmates and finally found Pansy's black mop of hair.

We hadn't spoken properly for a long time since I had broken with the Slytherins.

"Pans!", I called out and her head snapped in my direction.

"Dray?" she asked, confused, coming towards me.

"What's happened to you? You look horrible," she stated as she stood in front of me.

"That's how I feel too, but that's beside the point. I need to know who I went to my room with last night."

"How should I know?"

"What do I know. You always know everything."

She smiled in amusement.

"I sincerely hope for your sake that you didn't go to the room with anyone unless it was Harper."

"What?!" I exclaimed in shock, directly slapping my hand over my mouth for being so loud.

"There's nothing noticeable about her but you are so noticeable. It's a wonder no one's figured it out yet."

"I... but... how...", I stammered but Pansy just raised her eyebrows.

"That was a bit of a gamble but your reaction confirms my suspicions."

She pressed her finger against my chest and glared at me angrily.

"I'm warning you Draco Malfoy, if I find out you cheated on that dear little sweet Hufflepuff, you can kiss your balls goodbye."

I swallowed hard.

Pansy had always been intimidating and even though she was considerably smaller than me but there had always been something menacing about her look.

When we had been together it had turned me on but now it scared me.

"You'd better find out what you've been doing quickly before I do," she added, increasing the pressure against my chest.

I just nodded quickly, then she glared at me again and then descended the stairs.

Okay Draco, take it easy, maybe nothing happened.

Bullshit, something definitely happened.

Why am I still drinking anyway, it always ends up in stupid decisions.

From the masses of students that had come towards me, I concluded that breakfast had just finished.

Nevertheless, I hoped to find Flo in the great hall.

I was really unsure whether it was a good idea to talk to her, since I didn't know what had happened, but she was my best chance to find out.

I didn't find Flo but Abbott and Longbottom and as much as I didn't want to, I had to talk to them to find Flo.

Longbottom was almost hanging with his head in his cereal bowl and didn't notice me when I stepped in front of them.

"Well, slept in?" Abbot laughed when she saw me.

What? Why was she like that? So friendly?

"Earth to Malfoy?!", Abbott waved her hand in front of my face and now Longbottom looked up too.

He looked as horrible as I felt. His complexion was more green than anything and the bags under his eyes spoke for them selfs.

I sat down opposite the two of them, for my legs would not carry me much longer.

"Where's Flo?", I asked quickly.

Abbott knew where she was for sure.

"You just missed her. She wanted to clear her head a bit and take a walk around the grounds," she explained with a shrug.

Fuck, I'd never find her there.

"She didn't say where she was going exactly?"

"No she didn't, why? Did something happen?"

Sudden panic resonated in her voice.

"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to find out," I explained, ruffling my hair.

"She just seemed normal. Did anything else happen yesterday?"

"Yesterday?", I asked, confused.

"Yes, after you left."

Now she had my full attention.

Abbott knew more about what had happened yesterday and maybe her information was enough for me to review the whole evening without having to talk to Flo.

I wouldn't like to face her until I knew what had happened.

"What happened yesterday?", I asked my first question.

"I told you, I have no idea what happened after you left."

"Not after, what happened before?"

"Before?"

"Yes before. Flo and I were somewhere and you know where."

She looked at me questioningly.

"How much do you remember about yesterday?"

Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that.

"The last thing I remember is dinner."

The expression on Abbott's face that followed could only be described as astonished, or rather, there was a huge 'Oh' in her face.

"You don't remember anything?"

I shook my head.

By Salazar, couldn't she just say what happened, I was getting really impatient.

"We celebrated the end of the exams together," she started to explain but I interrupted her directly.

"We?"

"Neville, Daisy, you and I."

She had to be kidding me, never would we have done anything in that constellation.

But at least that would explain why she was talking to me in the first place.

"We partied together. Well, we mostly talked, played drinking games and strip poker," she explained as she became quieter but redder towards the end.

"Strip poker?", I asked, startled and definitely too loudly, because every single student who was still here looked at us disparagingly.

Abbott nodded.

"That has to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

Now she looked at me first.

"You liked it yesterday," she huffed indignantly.

"Sure, because if we had actually done that, I would have won."

"You were pretty naked for that, though."

I choked on my own spit and looked at Abbott, aghast.

"Daisy totally ripped us off, including you. That's what I wanted to ask, where did those scars on your torso come from anyway?"

She couldn't be serious?!

"It's none of your business!", I snapped at her and now Longbottom was interfering too.

"Not so loud," he grumbled, holding his head.

"You two have just blown it out of proportion and it serves you right for being so filthy now," Abbott stated, standing up and stomping out of the hall.

Well great, now it was just the half-dead Longbottom and me.

The guy in his condition probably didn't know if yesterday had really happened any more than I did, but what choice did I have?

"Did that really happen yesterday?", I asked quietly.

"Unfortunately, yes. My skull is about to burst if you speak any louder," he grumbled.

"I took my clothes off in front of you?"

"Just the shirt."

That was a relief for a start. It still didn't explain anything, but at least it was a start.

"And then Flo put me to bed?"

"I don't know," he replied, propping his head on his hands.

"Ask her yourself, she's your girlfriend."

The question was for how much longer.

"You're not as bad as I thought by the way, we're not friends though and if you hurt Daisy then..."

"...you'll kill me, I know," I finished his sentence.

I've said that before.

Images came into my head.

A room decorated in yellow and black, an evil looking Longbottom.

"You threatened me with that yesterday," I muttered as the conversation with Longbottom made its way back into my mind.

And with the conversation came more disjointed scraps from the rest of the evening.

Flo with her hair down, a nearly naked Longbottom and a barefoot Flo holding cards.

This had actually all happened.

How in Salazars name could this happen?

Slowly the exact conversation with Longbottom came back.

This couldn't be true, why had I spoken to him so honestly?

"The Veritaserum thing was necessary but you really didn't have to be so disgustingly cheesy," Longbottom grumbled, poking at his cereal.

I buried my face in my hands.

This was a nightmare, a nightmare come true. I had confessed my innermost feelings to Longbottom and now he had me in the palm of his hand.

"And you really don't know if Flo put me to bed?"

"No, I don't, and now go or I'll drown you in milk if you keep talking."

I wanted to jump up, but my foot caught on the bench and I just managed not to fall flat on my face.

I heard the Gryffindor stifle a laugh, but let it go.

I had to find Flo.

Finding a small black cat on the almost endless grounds of Hogwarts was impossible.

I certainly spent an hour, if not two, roaming the grounds looking for black fur, to no avail.

With my luck, she had already walked past me eight times, only I hadn't seen her.

There was no point in looking for her any longer. I would wait until lunch, she would show up there and then I could intercept her.

Speaking of food, I was starting to get hungry.

I stole into the kitchen and got a banana left over from breakfast and a croissant and made my way back down to the dungeons.

I was almost scared to death when I opened my room door and there was someone sitting on my bed.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean to scare you," Flo apologised sheepishly.

"What are you doing here?", I asked when my pulse had recovered a little from the shock.

"Just wanted to see how you were doing. You drank a lot yesterday but it looks like I was worried for nothing."

"I feel like shit," I corrected her and sat down next to her on the bed.

Actually I wanted to pull her into a kiss and I could see that she was expecting that too but I didn't.

I wouldn't kiss her if I didn't know what had happened yesterday.

"How much did I drink yesterday?", I wanted to know.

"Too much. Getting you down here was a real adventure."

She laughed sheepishly.

She had put me to bed, so that was good.

"And what happened after you brought me down here?"

Now she looked at me confused.

"You fell asleep on the spot, the fact that you made it to bed was a miracle.

What was supposed to have happened?"

Thank Merlin, nothing worse had happened.

Well, playing strip poker with Longbottom and Abbott was still a trauma from which I would probably never fully recover once the memory came back but I could live with that as long as I didn't hurt Flo.

Relieved, I fell around her neck and hugged her tightly. At that moment I vowed never to drink that much alcohol ever again.

"I'm an idiot," I murmured into her hair, letting her wonderful smell wash through me.

"That's nothing new," she laughed.

How I loved her laugh.

"I can hardly breathe," she gasped and I loosened my embrace but didn't let go.

"Are you really okay?" she asked cautiously.

"Yeah, again now."

"You get quite chatty when you're drunk, by the way," she laughed and broke away from the hug.

Oh no, what had I said?

My panic must have shown on my face because Flo just giggled while she said, "Don't worry, it wasn't that bad. I've already forgotten most of it anyway."

"Most of it isn't everything, though. What did I say?", I asked cautiously, afraid of the answer.

"They were rarely complete sentences, often just disconnected words.

But you told me you were afraid of spiders when one crossed our path.

You also firmly believe that Professor Slughorn's favourite animals are goldfish, although you don't understand how a fish made of gold can swim at all.

You must have told me you loved me a thousand times, which was sweet but if you'd said it about nine hundred and ninety times less, I would have believed it too."

The more she told the more uncomfortable I became.

"Did I say anything else?", I mumbled against my hands in which I had buried my face.

"You kept repeating one name the whole time. That was a little weird, especially because you never mentioned it before."

I looked at her questioningly because I couldn't imagine at all whose name I was supposed to have said while drunk, except maybe hers.

"Who's Grayson?"

Emptiness, there was complete emptiness in my head.

I had never told her about the dream I had during the operation and I hadn't told anyone else either.

Not even Mrs Morgan knew, but mainly because I hadn't consciously thought about it for a very long time and so hadn't told her.

Grayson, the little boy with the black curls and emerald green eyes. The son from a future that I thought was impossible at the time.

I couldn't even explain to myself why I had even thought about him when I was drunk, but I could even less explain it to Flo.

"I have no idea," I lied, hoping she would just leave it at that.

Flo just shrugged and then murmured, "It's a really pretty name."