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Ron groaned, pulling the cover over his head. He didn't know (or care) what time it was, all he knew was that he was far too tired (the perils of being a Pro-Quidditch player and Auror), and far to hungover to move. He shut his eyes, and lay still for a moment, trying to drop back to sleep, but to no avail.
Ron sighed and glanced over at the digital alarm clock. "Three thirty. Seriously?" He threw the cover off his body, wincing slightly as the cool September air hit his naked body. He stretched as he stood, becoming more aware of his surroundings, hearing shuffling around his apartment. "Hello?" He pulled the bed sheet around himself, and grabbed his wand just in case he needed to use it.
"Finally, do you want something to eat?"
Ron pulled open his bedroom door, wand behind his back, eyes searching the room for the voice. He groaned, of course his drunk self had to bring someone home for the night, a petite blonde with perky tits he could just about remember fondling and sucking before he fucked her. "I'm good thanks."
"Well, now you're up and declining my offer of food, I'm going to head back to my place." She said, walking towards him and placing a kiss on his cheek. "I left my number on your fridge, if you want round two." She picked her bag up from his couch and waved as she left.
"Damn." Ron ran a hand through his hair, making a mental note to get it cut. He locked the door with his wand, before making his way to the bathroom. Hopefully a long shower would help.
Ron sighed and glanced over at the digital alarm clock. "Three thirty. Seriously?" He threw the cover off his body, wincing slightly as the cool September air hit his naked body. He stretched as he stood, becoming more aware of his surroundings, hearing shuffling around his apartment. "Hello?" He pulled the bed sheet around himself, and grabbed his wand just in case he needed to use it.
"Finally, do you want something to eat?"
Ron pulled open his bedroom door, wand behind his back, eyes searching the room for the voice. He groaned, of course his drunk self had to bring someone home for the night, a petite blonde with perky tits he could just about remember fondling and sucking before he fucked her. "I'm good thanks."
"Well, now you're up and declining my offer of food, I'm going to head back to my place." She said, walking towards him and placing a kiss on his cheek. "I left my number on your fridge, if you want round two." She picked her bag up from his couch and waved as she left.
"Damn." Ron ran a hand through his hair, making a mental note to get it cut. He locked the door with his wand, before making his way to the bathroom. Hopefully a long shower would help.