The thing about drugs, Harry noticed, was that he always slept soundest after taking them. This night - morning now? - wasn't any different than the last rave. He slept soundly, a heavy, dreamless sleep. Or, if he had dreams, they were unremarkable and unmemorable. It took some effort for Kate to get him to move, but he finally did. Rolling onto his side, Harry propped himself up by inches onto his elbow and blinked blearily at his surroundings.
"What happened?" he mumbled, hair madly askew. He could barely see six inches in front of him without his glasses, but he thought that was Kate. He thought they were in her room. But Harry also thought he was naked under the bedsheet and that couldn't be right. Could it?
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Date: 2011-09-06 05:11 am (UTC)"What happened?" he mumbled, hair madly askew. He could barely see six inches in front of him without his glasses, but he thought that was Kate. He thought they were in her room. But Harry also thought he was naked under the bedsheet and that couldn't be right. Could it?