Harry Potter Oneshots From Every Era

Alcohol Isn't Good For You (Some lemon)

HarryxGinny

Pain. That was the first think that registered in Harry's head. Pain, and a lot of it. So much pain, he couldn't open his eyes.

He also felt like he was about to throw up, but couldn't open his mouth to do it. After a while of contemplating allowing himself to vomit and swallowing it, he began to regain his senses, which seemed not to have noticed he was awake.

He was on something cool and soft, but unfamiliar. He could feel a strange weight against his stomach and arm, and he could feel hair tickling his face. He also noticed he was only wearing boxers.

Well, He thought, Doesn't this just make sense? Unfortunately, in his sleepy, groggy state, he was struggling to remember. He could vaguely remember a burning sensation in his throat, and something red... He decided it was probably a good idea to try and move.

He started small, wiggling his fingers on his left arm, which was resting on something warm, something that felt like skin. He couldn't feel it, however, so he assumed some parts of his body hadn't quite regained feeling just yet.

He tried to move them, and, after a few seconds wait, his fingers twitched ever so slightly.

He decided the next best step would be his legs. He tried to bend one, and it did, although slowly.

And, his final decision, was his eyes. He prised them apart, but they were immediately assaulted by unbelievable light. He slammed them shut, and groaned quietly as a headache exploded in his head.

He felt the weight that was pressed against his body shift slightly closer to him, and he had a horrible thought. What if it was a person? What if it was some random person he had picked up off the street? He wouldn't do that, but all the signs of the morning so far were screaming hangover. What if, in his drunken state, he had taken someone to bed and... He didn't want to think about it.

He forced his eyes open a second time, this time bracing himself against the bright light, which didn't seem as bright anymore. He looked down at the place where the weight was pressing, and saw an abundance of red.

Wait, what? He looked a little longer, narrowing his blurry eyes, and realised it was hair. Soft, fiery red hair, which he had one of his hands tangled in. He couldn't see their face, but he was certain it was a human. A female human.

What if it was a stranger? There was only one way to find out. He heard the girl groan quietly, and it sounded scarily familiar. He tried to shuffle away from her slightly, so he could see her face, but she just groaned again and grabbed him tighter around his torso.

Then he noticed something else.

It was a smell, but it was something he was very familiar with. The sort of thing you would smell as The Burrow. He concentrated hard on that flowery smell, and a hazy picture floated across his mind.

With a startled gasp, he realised who it was that was spread across his chest. He felt his breath coming quick and short, tried harder to pull away from Ginny Weasley.

The only thing was, she wasn't letting go. Every time he tried to move, she pulled him closer, and it was reaching the point he was struggling to breathe. He lay back in defeat, and realised where his left hand was.

In his struggles, he had pushed the covers off his and Ginny's body, and revealed two very important things. 1) His hand was resting on on Ginny's right leg, which was wrapped around his hips. 2) Both he and Ginny were completely naked. The thing he had assumed was boxers, turned out to simply be some of the covers they were wrapped in.