Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 71 - Awkward Awakenings

My head hurts so incredibly badly.  I don't even want to open my eyes.  I can feel my heart pound in my ears, each beat bringing more pain. Maybe if I just fall back asleep, I'll feel better next time I wake up.

The person next to me must be having similar thoughts. They groan and snuggle up deeper into the blankets, burying their face in my neck.

Wait, what?

I sit up, eyes snapping open. A wave of pain and dizziness hits me from the sudden movement. I wince, touching a hand to my aching head. Where am I? It looks like the Burrow, but a room I don't recognize. I nervously turn to look at who I'm in the bed with.

Charlie Weasley snores softly next to me. Oh, what have I done? I hesitantly take a peek under the covers, hoping that I didn't do what I think I did.

I sigh in relief at the sight of my fully clothed body.  At least I wasn't that stupid last night.  I do remember making out with Charlie though.  I cringe at myself and carefully climb out of the bed, trying not to wake Charlie.  He rolls over and I freeze, praying that he doesn't wake up.  He resumes snoring and I silently creep to the door and put my ear to it.  I don't hear any noise on he other side, so I crack it open and slip into the dim hallway.  The clock at the bottom of the stairs says seven, and I hope that means most of the family are still asleep.  I make my way up to Ginny's room.  I'm still in my clothes from yesterday, and I'd rather not have to try to explain why to anyone. 

The room is dark and quiet, and I carefully make my way over to where my duffle sits by the bed in the corner.  I slowly unzip it and pull out a clean outfit for the day.  I grab a cozy green sweater, black skirt, and some tall socks to keep my legs warm.  As I leave the room, I pass back by a Fleur's empty bed, which is pretty expected.  And then I glance at Ginny's bed and realize it is empty too.  All this sneaking around for nothing.  

Since I have the room to myself, I go ahead and change and get ready for the day.  I cover myself in a generous amount of deodorant and body spray, just to make sure I don't smell like Charlie.  I'm probably being paranoid, but I'm not taking that risk.  

After swinging by the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, I head downstairs with my book.  I make my way to the living room to do some reading on the herbology behind some of the rarest potion ingredients.  I freeze in the door way, and a familiar head of red hair turns.

"Hey, Hazel!  Sleep well?"  Ginny grins slyly.  She obviously knows I did not come back to the room last night. 

"Yeah sure."  I set my book down, and realize my head hurts too much to read right now.  "Do you guys have anything for a hangover?  I feel awful."  

"Yep."  She jumps off the couch and kneels on the floor in front of it, shoving her hand underneath.  "Charlie keeps a stash of potions under here for holidays.  He always drinks too much."

"Ahh, I can relate."  I laugh nervously and she gives me a weird look as she hands me a bottle.  I drink it, sighing as my headache fades and my stomach calms as well.  "Thanks, Ginny."

"No problem."  She takes the bottle back and shoves it into the case.  "So, how was your night?"

"I said it was fine."  I sit down, opening my book to a random page.

"Mhmmm."  She hums, but doesn't take her eyes off of me.  I try to read, but I can't knowing she's staring at me.

"What is it, Ginny?"  I snap the book closed.

"Which one?"  She asks gleefully, closing her own book.

"What?"  I furrow my brows, not understanding the question.