The Sunday Morning After
by Tigress Pern
Rating=PG
M/M, written after reading Sorcerer's Stone.Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire in 2003
This is based off the lyrics to an Amanda Marshall song by the same title
I woke up with a killer hangover, hope it was worth all this pain. That little voice inside me keeps insisting it was and that I'd do it all over again. If this headache is any indication, no I won't, but then again, I've said that before.
The party was smashing, of what I can remember of it. Lots of dancing, loud music and alcohol. By the time it was over, I'm sure Tequila was my name. It was probably the only name I went by for the rest of the evening too, knowing me. Alcohol does that.
Blinking, I stare up at the ceiling realizing that I'm not home. I was dancing with a guy named Jake at one point, but after that was all a blur. I'm sure covorting with some stranger was my first mistake because I have no idea where I am. Groggily I sit up. The blankets slide down my body and crumble in a pile around my lower half. Inhaling deeply I cringe at what I see. There's something on my arm and it's looking right at me. It's a snake tatoo. Running my tongue across the roof of my mouth in agitation I feel an unfamiliar sensation. I think my tongue's pierced too. What did I do last night? More appropriately, where did I find an all night tatoo and piercing parlor?!
A soft noise disturbs my frightened mind. Glancing left I notice that I'm not alone. This bed is shared by a man, a nice looking man mind you. His hair is rumpled and his lips are parted slightly. I have a feeling I know where I am and I'm not sure I want to be. Sneaking out seems to be my best option right now.
Searching the room, I hope to find my clothes. I remember yelling "Hey, DJ! Jack the volume, I love this song!" at one point last night. I think that was in the middle of my Tequila binge because after that it all gets hazy. That must've been when I hooked up with him and we came here. No, that doesn't seem right. When did I get the tatoo and piercing?
My clothes aren't anywhere to be found. I have no idea what I'm going to wear. I can't very well sneak out of his place nude. It'd be embarrassing! This is nuts. They have to be here somewhere. I scan the room again trying not to move and wake him up. That's the last thing I need right now. Where were my friends to save me! They came along so this sort of thing wouldn't happen. If I make it out of here I'm going to hunt them down and curse the lot of them!
I only get wild like this every once in a while and no one can blame me when I do. Normally I black out, I come to and it's all a blur. I assume I had a blast, but I'm never completely sure. That's the beauty of it, allowing my alter ego to take over and take me on a fantasy ride. Although, this time the results aren't what I was expecting. Of course, it was bound to happen sooner or later, but that's why my friends were supposed to keep tabs on me. Damnit! Where were they?! That's it, I'm not going out clubbing any more no matter how stressful things get. I don't want to wake up to this. Although, he does look cute lying there all sound asleep. No, no. I mustn't give in to impulses, that's what got me here in the first place. I'm sticking with Club Sodas from now on.
He shifts in his sleep and I almost jump out of my skin. Does he have any idea that I'm here or was he as plastered as I was? That is a possibility. Then all we need to do is be extremely embarrassed with each other and apologize profusely swearing we will never speak of this incident to anyone. Except, it looks like I need to borrow clothes, mine don't appear to be in the room at all and I'm not going out to search for them. First things first, I have to wake him up and sort this out.
Reaching over I shake his shoulder slightly. He grumbles then his eyes open slightly. He blinks and stares up at me, but doesn't recoil. That's a relief, I think.
"M-morning." I say nervously trying to keep my voice from cracking. "You don't know where my clothes are?"
He pauses then sits up. I move back a tad and wait for him to gather his wits. His gaze sweeps the room. "Clothes?" He mumbles.
I nodded. His eyes light up as if he suddenly remembered something.
"The tatoo parlor!"
"That's not where they are, are they?" I whimpered trying not to picture myself walking nude around the place. Who knows what all we did. He shook his head.
"No, we went to a tatoo parlor to get matching tatoos after the disco. Why does my tongue hurt?"
"Tongue piercing most likely. I have one too." I told him as he examined the snake tatoo on his arm. He was right, it matched mine. That's when I noticed the lettering on the snake's body. My gaze shot to mine. Oh cripes. Well, now everyone will know who I slept with. I moaned.
"What? You didn't have a good time?" He chastized giving me a smirk.
"I don't remember it." I pointed out snarling.
"Neither do I, but we must've." He paused. I could've kicked him in the teeth, but he was right.
"We must've been a sight." I added imagining what we did. He grinned.
"I imagine we were." We sat in silence for a bit before he spoke again. Giving me his most impish smile he runs a finger over my tatoo.
"So, want to do it again Weasley?"
"Never let it be said I don't like snakes." I replied giving into the fact I wasn't getting out of Malfoy's flat without at least a good-bye kiss. Besides, he still hadn't told me what he did with my clothes!