Love at the Ministry (Percy Weasley/ Kelina)

Chapter Four

Kelina woke up the next morning feeling like crap. She had a pounding headache, and someone's foot next to her face. Groaning, she sat up and realized she was back at her apartment, and apparently so was Harry, Ginny, and Ron.

"Good morning!" Hermione's bright and cheery voice rang through the house. She came into the living room holding two glasses, one full of coffee, and some strange pinkish liquid. "Drink up."

"What's in here?" Kelina asked, pointing at it.

"It's a hangover potion I picked up this morning, it should help you." She replied, and Kelina didn't waste one moment in bringing it to her lips. Awful tasting was an understatement. It felt like everything in her was screaming at her to stop. But finally, she finished it, groaning as she set it down.

"Shit, what time is it? I'm gonna be late for work!" Kelina exclaimed, suddenly remembering that she now had a job.

"Don't worry, it's 7:30. You have plenty of time to get ready. I'll deal with getting the rest of the lot up." Hermione said, and Kelina nodded in thanks before disappearing into her bathroom to shower.

She took a fairly long shower, enjoying the warm water. From outside the door she could hear slight movement and the occasional "okay 'mione, I'm up!"

When she got out of her bedroom, dressed in her work attire, her apartment was now empty. There was a note on her table that read

"Kelina,

Have a good day at work! Thanks for letting us crash at ur house last night

Love,

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione."

Kelina smiled and shook her head before heading to work.

Arriving at the Ministry, she walked quickly to her department, being greeted by the secretary there, who she learned was named Audrey. She opened the office door, and was met with Percy. She couldn't remember a lot of last night, except Percy leaving after her first drink.

"I didn't expect you to come in today." He said as she took her seat.

"And why's that?" Normally she'd like to rile the boy up, but not today.

"Seeing as how drunk you were last night, I thought for sure you were going to call in sick." Okay, that was what set her off. How dare he? Yes, she was drunk last night, but who was he to call her out?

"Actually, I am fully functioning and ready to work, not that it's any of your business." She snapped.

"Well, that's good, because this needs to be done before lunch." And with that, he dropped a large stack of envelopes on her desk. This was going to be a long day.