The Game Continued (A Drarry fic)

The Objective of the Game

There were several things Harry noticed when he woke up that morning.
Firstly, his head felt like it was going to implode.
Secondly, likewise his throat felt as if it were coated in shrapnel.
And thirdly, he couldn't recall a single event from the previous night after his second cup of firewhiskey.

He blinked blearily around and noticed he hadn't even closed the curtains of his four poster.

"Man, I must've been wasted" Harry muttered outloud, clutching his head.

"You can say that again" Rons voice came from the other side of the room.

"What?" Harry was confused. Normally in this situation Ron would say something along the lines of 'oh you weren't that bad' or 'I was worse'. Something reassuring.

"Mate you were so drunk, it was ridiculous" Ron came into view holding a thin containing a bubbling purple potion.

"Here, drink this" he said handing the potion to Harry "it's a hangover potion, it'll make you feel better."

Grabbing the vial immediately, Harry poured the liquid down his throat and grimaced at the taste, but he could already feel the potion take effect as the pounding in his head went away.

"Where'd you get this?" Harry asked with a genuine curiosity.

"Hermione brought it by earlier, said you might need it, and it looks like she was right." He said with a small smile.
Then as an afterthought he added "she always is."

"Cheers to that" Harry said in agreement as he stood up to get ready for the day.

Harry grinned at Ron.

Ron suddenly looked oddly concerned.
"Harry" Ron said in a voice that was too sympathetic to be good
"Are you ok, after everything that happened last night?"

Harry was bewildered "what do you mean?" He asked Ron, confused.

"Well, just with everything that happened during the game"
Ron shrugged his shoulders, urging Harry to respond.

"What game?" Harry was completely baffled now.

"Wh- what do you mean?"
Now it was Rons turn to look bewildered.

"Ron" Harry said with a laugh,
"I don't remember a single thing from last night"

"What?" Ron asked, looking a lot more nervous than before.

"I was so drunk, I don't remember anything" Harry reiterated.
"Though, after everything I've gone through, I can't imagine anything that bad could've happened"
Harry said with a roll of his eyes.

"All I remember is getting to the party and drinking for a bit, and then it's all fuzzy. Did I do anything stupid?"
Harry asked with an innocent curiosity.

"N-no not at all. You didn't do anything out of the ordinary."
Ron stuttered quickly, glancing around the room.

"Well that's good to hear I suppose" said Harry "let's go to breakfast."

And so the two walked down the busy corridor heading to the great hall for breakfast that Saturday.

Harry noticed some eighth years from the party whispering and staring at him, but as he was use to this behavior from the press, he chose to ignore it.

Eventually they arrived at the Great Hall and Harry was greeted with the pang of a memory.  A memory so repressed it came in faint flashes.

A pale face with red eyes staring into his own.
A flash of green light.

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. Eternally grateful for the potion Hermione had provided him, all signs of his hangover were gone by now.