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The Result of a Drinking Binge by MrsDanielRadcliffe
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The Result of a Drinking Binge

MrsDanielRadcliffe

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story line...sadly. JKR owns everything - including the characters, spells, and the entire world of Harry Potter. I wonder if I could buy it from her for a dollar?

Thanks to my wonderful, wonderful beta - dragonsangel68.

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Chapter 1

Someone was obviously trying to kill her. The pounding in her head, the seasick feeling and the urge to pee were all too great for her to fully acknowledge at once. She rolled over in the bed, pulling a pillow over her head to shut out some of the early morning sun. With that one motion, the urge to stay in bed and shut out the world quickly became overpowered by the urge to toss the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl in her bathroom.

Making the mad dash of a woman possessed, Ginny made it to the bathroom in just enough time to throw herself of the floor in front of the toilet and begin retching violently.

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Thirty minutes later, she made it out of her bathroom, feeling as if someone had beaten her. Slowly, she walked to the kitchen for her morning cup of tea.

"Dry toast might be in order, as well," her subconscious offered.

She sat at her kitchenette and placed her elbows on the table while rubbing her temples. "What exactly happened last night?" She had no earthly clue, and that was the main problem she was facing right now. Whatever she had done, it had no doubt, involved a lot of drinking.

Thinking over her previous day, she remembered being reprimanded for the faults of a coworker. Upset and irritated, she had left for the day with one purpose: making her way to the nearest pub for a pint. Deciding she didn't have the desire to get sloppy drunk and end up in the Daily Prophet, she opted for a Muggle pub with an easy access Apparation point. She knew just the place. The last thing she remembered was her third pint going down the hatch and a handsome stranger chatting her up.

Ginny grimaced as she recognized the familiar ache consistent with some sort of vigorous sexual activity resting throughout her thighs. "Oh fuck."

Dwelling was not what Ginny favored at the moment, so she made her way to the refrigerator and removed the cure: cooled Pepper-Up Potion. She blanched at the taste, even though the potion was considerably less toxic in taste when cooled.

"Shopping. That's the cure. I'll be better in no time."

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Things went much the same way for the next couple of months. Ginny had forgotten her transgressions soon after they had happened, having drowned out her frustrated fears with the beauty that is retail therapy.

Her mundane life continued. She had afternoon tea twice a week with Hermione. She was planning a baby shower for a friend from work. She went home alone to her one-bedroom flat and cooking dinner for herself, except for the one night a week she spent at the Burrow.

However, one morning her mundane life got a little more interesting. She woke with the feeling of seasickness again, but without the feeling of being completely ravaged the night before or the headache signifying she'd been on a bender.

While puking her guts out, realization set in. "Oh fuck." [Author ID2: at Mon Jul 11 09:18:00 2005 ] [Author ID2: at Mon Jul 11 09:18:00 2005 ]


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