Severus stood in the door of the bedroom, hangover potion in hand.
Harry sprawled on their bed like a debauched Muggle Santa. He had grabbed a Santa hat on their way out of the party, it sat on Harry's cock, hiding those delicious bits.
Harry gave a not-so-gentle snore, making himself jump.
"Wha..." he moaned.
"Drink this," Severus held out the vial.
Harry groped blindly toward Severus' voice. Severus took pity, placing the vial in Harry's hand.
Harry sighed in relief, once he downed the draft.
"I didn't have that much to drink," Harry sighed. "I'm getting old."
"The punch was potent," Severus offered. "But, I suspect you had more than you thought."
Harry looked down at the hat on his cock. "Ummm.... maybe?"
Severus laughed. "Definitely."
"I don't supposed you'd be interested in checking out what's under the hat?" Harry leered.
"I know perfectly well what's under that hat," Severus replied. "I suspect you need to get up and dressed before Ellie comes looking for you."
"Blast! We're supposed to go shopping today!" Harry groaned. "I don't suppose you have a..."
"Pain potion," Severus finished, handing him another vial.
"Knew there was a reason I loved you," Harry smiled.