Destiny- Drinny

22- The Harpies

The ear-splitting racket of Ginny's alarm drowned the dormitory, waking up all four girls.

"Merlin! Shut that thing off!" Groaned one of the girls.

"Sorry." Ginny grumbled, reaching out a lazy hand to hit the top of the clock, silencing the noise.

While the other girls stuffed their faces under their pillows in attempts to get back to sleep, Ginny lazily threw her warm covers off her weary body.

It was 5 o'clock and today was her first ever training with the Harpies, and turning up late was one thing- but hungover- she'd let kicked off the team before she could say 'quidditch'. Hopefully Draco would be up, brewing his hangover potion in time.

She plodded to her draws, yawning the entire way, and got out her quidditch bag. She hadn't received her Harpies uniform yet, so she slid on her green Slytherin quidditch robes, and tied her hair up in the scrunchy Draco had given her. Her old and battered quidditch broom, handed down to her by Charlie, sat facing her.

It was a okay broom- it could change direction fast and got her where she needed, but it didn't understand her as she had liked. It definitely wasn't the fastest broom of the time, and the dark oak wood was beginning to peel off. She wanted to go into training looking just as good as the rest of the team, but she feared her broom would let her down.

But it was her only one.

So, she picked it up, and headed downstairs, her throbbing headache increasing with every step.

Draco sat, tiredly at the corner of the common room, his hair disheveled and his skin even paler than normal, as he hovered his face over a bubbling cauldron.

"Please tell me that's the potion?" Ginny asked, as she reached him.

He smiled, as he saw Ginny in the same state as the boys in his dorm, and nodded- though regretting it immediately as pain spiked through his skull.

"Your Finniagan really knows how to drink." He said, croakily, as she sat down besides her.

"Tell me about it. I can't remember how many lessons I skipped cause my hangover was so bad." She sighed, as Draco stirred the orange concoction.

He picked the spoon up and held it under his nose, the prominent stench of honey, fruit, eggs and charcoal filled their noses. Ginny's face turned sour as the smell hit her nose.

"Just to warm you, it tastes even worse than the smell." He said, as he picked up two mugs and scooped up some of the brew.

"Drink all of this, and you should be feeling the effects in the next five minutes. I recon you'll be back to normal by the time you reach your team." He smiled, as he handed Ginny the mug.

"Thanks." She said, sipping it.

"Oh! Wait there a second." He got up and headed back to his dorm, while Ginny sipped on the revolting liquid.

He came down with a long wrapped up gift. Beaming, he sat next down and handed it to her.

"Draco- you didn't have to get me anything-" she began, but he cut her off with a small chuckle.

"Yes I did- your a professional quidditch Star Gin. You deserve it." He smiled, as she put down her empty mug and began to tear open the green wrapping.

Her mouth hung open as she admired the contents.

"I thought you could use a new one." He smiled, as he watched her face gleam with happiness.

"Thank you!" She squealed, capturing him in a tight embrace, nocking him back slightly.

"Your welcome." He smiled, pushing the pain of his head away.