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Y/n woke up with a pounding headache.
She looked around the room, squinting her eyes. Her eyes finally landed on her wand and she grabbed it, casting herself some Anti-Hangover spell.
She relaxed as the headache faded slowly. She looked at the heels settled in the corner of the room peoperly and her leggings hung on the armchair with her crop top.
She frowned, not clearly recalling when she changed. She got up slowly and made her way to her bathroom. Once she looked at herself in the mirror, she did a double take.
The sweatshirt she wore was completely strange to her. It strongly smelt like none other than Draco fucking Malfoy.
She widened her eyes as the blurred mind cleared, distant memories of last night flooding back. " Fuck. What the fuck did I do?! "
She hoped she didn't say anything embarrassing as she tucked away the sweatshirt in her clothes, hoping it wouldn't loose the scent.
Hopping into the hot shower, she went through everything she could remember and hoped she wasn't too stupid.
She sighed as she recalled asking him to call her Y/n. She knew she had loved the way he called her by her name, but he didn't have to know that.
And the fact that he helped her change made her blush again. " Shit! " She exhaled, grabbing her shampoo bottle and wondering if there was anything else she needed to pretend didn't happen.
After getting ready for the weekend, she got downstairs and saw Ron sitting on the couch, cuddled against Lavender Brown.
She huffed, glaring at the redhead and walking past them, glad neither of them noticed her. She really had to see Hermione at the moment. She'd deal with Ron later.
Upon reaching the Great Hall, Y/n avoided looking over at Draco's direction and made her way towards Hermione and Harry.
" How was the hangover? " Harry smirked. Y/n grinned at him, " Well, unlike you, Harry. I know Anti-Hangover charm. "
Harry gaped, his jaw dropping. " No way! It's not fair! " He huffed, causing Y/n to giggle.
" That's what happens when you're not smart. But anyway, seeing as I'm your sister, " She muttered, " I'm ought to help you out. "
She whipped out her wand and muttered the spell, causing Harry to groan in relief. " Thanks. " Y/n beamed, kissing his cheek.
" Anytime. Who's up for murdering Ronald? " She asked out of the blue and Harry coughed while Hermione burst out laughing.
