Harry woke up with what had to be the hangover of a century.
That sort of hangover, which made you believe there couldn't possibly be any alcohol left on the Earth's surface.
Just because you drank all of it.
All. Of. It.
Something cramped his middle, making it hard to breathe.
He opened his eyes, blinking a few times, before spotting a shock of platinum blonde hair on top of his chest.
“Ouh fuck it, not again.”, he murmured, his fingers trailing through the mess of silky strands.