all the wrong choices // drarry

headache

Harry woke next day with a headache quite unlike any other that he had ever experienced. The pain he felt when he first opened his eyes scared him into thinking his scar was hurting him again, but then he remembered, with a groan, drinking several goblets of that mesmerising drink. In fact, the drink was about the only thing that he could remember.

Harry dragged himself out of bed and slumped into the showers, where he spent a good fifteen minutes under the cold water. He trudged back up to his room, which was still empty, meaning that Ron and Hermione were either upstairs in her room or they had already gone down to breakfast. He pulled on a jumper and a pair of jeans and made his way down to the Great Hall, where he did not find Ron and Hermione, so he sat down between Neville and Ginny at the Gryffindor table.

"My head is killing me," he said to Ginny as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Mine too," she groaned, taking a rather savage bite of bacon. "What was that-"

"Don't bother asking me about anything that happened last night," Harry told her as he helped himself to a piece of toast. "I can't remember anything . Well, apart from that weird pink punch drink."

"That's what I was going to ask you: what was that drink? It smelled like dragon piss and Murtlap essence."

Harry shrugged and stuffed the now buttered piece of toast into his mouth. "I dunno what it was but it was fucking amazing," he said thickly.

"And, apparently, very strong," Ginny sipped from her goblet of orange juice. "You really can't remember anything that happened last night?"

Harry shook his head. "Nope."

Ginny took another sip of orange juice. "Huh."

"Why?" said Harry, narrowing his eyes at her. "Did something happen?"

Ginny busied herself with her bacon and eggs. Harry clapped a hand to his mouth, horrified, "I didn't ... kiss anybody, did I?"

"No," Ginny grinned at him. "But you probably would have, if you hadn't passed out."

"When did I pass out?" asked Harry, frowning at her. "I don't remember passing out."

"You don't remember anything ..." Ginny smiled malevolently. "And my lips are sealed. And so are yours, Neville!" She said, rounding on him as Harry began to turn to ask him instead. Harry sighed and stared at his plate of eggs glumly. At that moment, Hermione and Ron arrived.

"My head is killing me," said Ron. Hermione nodded in agreement, clutching her forehead as she collapsed onto the bench opposite Harry.

"Do either of you mind telling me what happened last night?"

They both shook their heads. "Sorry, mate," said Ron. "I can't remember anything after Hermione came running up to me with a massive goblet of pink stuff-"

"Wait, you had the drink too?" said Harry incredulously. Ron nodded.

"Well, yeah, as I said: Hermione came running up to me and practically begged me to try it; said it was the best thing she'd ever tasted. So I tried a bit ... and then drained the whole thing."

"Yeah, I did the same thing," said Harry. He turned to Hermione, who had been eating a crumpet quietly. "What about you?"

"Oh, I didn't have much of that stuff," she said, setting down the butter knife. "Ron drank the rest of the goblet I'd got from you, and then we were dancing so I didn't get any more. I still got really drunk, though: when Ron and I went back to my room he brought an entire bottle of Firewhisky with him. It was quite a night."