Liquor and a Letter

I Want You Out Of My Head

"What the bloody hell is he doing here?" Hermione whispered to her fiancé as Harry drooled on the nice couch in the Granger's sitting room. "I thought he would have gone home."

"He had a lot to drink and was in no state to get back home, so I brought him here," said an earnest Justin to his aggravated girlfriend. He drowsily batted away the sleep in his eyes and yawned. "It'll be fine, he's just going to be hungover."

The girl huffed at him and stormed out of the room only for Justin to hear her scream at her parents when she found out that they knew Harry was there on the couch. She woke up later than usual and was the last to see the sleeping man. He couldn't understand why she was angry, though. Moreover, if she was already in a bad mood, her mood was going to get a lot worse when he was done with her.

"How are you feeling?" He asked Harry who just cracked his eyes open and moaned in pain, clearly feeling the effects of his partying last night.

"Feels like I'm having the worst hangover of my life," Harry groaned as he shielded his eyes from the bright sunlight.

Justin clicked his tongue at the man and suppressed his laughter. "Coming from a guy who puts down as much as you do, that's...honestly saying a lot," he jested to the clearly unimpressed Harry.

"Where am I?" Harry questioned.

"The Grangers'."

"WHAT?"

Harry jumped out of the couch and looked down at himself to find his body shirtless. He was thankful that he still had his jeans on but the fact that he was at the Grangers' meant that he was well and truly fucked. He never wanted Hermione to see him after one of his signature benders. A million thoughts were running through his head but all of them silenced as the effects of his hangover hit him like a hippogriff's kick to the head.

"Mother Hubbard." Harry refrained from swearing and clutched his head into his hands as his brain quite literally tried to pound its way out of his skull. "I need to get out of here," he muttered to himself, knowing he had no money for a cab and was in no state to apparate without splinching himself.

"Before you do that, why don't you have a bath? I have some clothes that'll fit," Justin offered kindly.

Harry, in spite of his reluctance, acquiesced to the motion. If he could clean himself up and recover just enough to apparate, then he would minimize contact with Hermione. She didn't need to see him like this and he didn't want to deal with her attitude especially since she was still cold towards him. Moreover, Justin was most likely going to break the relationship off today and he wanted no parts of it.

Justin handed him a pair of jeans and a t-shirt which he left on the sink as he hopped in the bathroom to take a cold shower that would set him back right. He allowed the shower to ease away the tension in his muscles as well as the splitting headache and felt immediate relief when he stepped out and put his clothes on after drying himself off.

"Feeling better?" Justin asked as he saw Harry carefully walk down the stairs. He wore a shit eating grin on his face at the sight of the man.

"Loads," Harry shot back sarcastically and bent to put on his boots, making no hesitation to leave as soon as he could.

He would not get a chance to, however, as Dan and Emma Granger walked in with wide smiles at him. He was surprised momentarily but recovered gracefully as he gave them one of his own in response. The look faded when he saw the none too pleased look on Hermione's face.

"It's wonderful to see you again, but I'm afraid I must be going. Thank you for the hospitality." Harry nodded at the Grangers and tapped Justin on the chest slightly.