Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Magic History for Muggles: Abridged

Saturday Morning
31 October 2009
Micah's POV

I took another gulp of coffee and swore, for about the millionth time in my life, that I was never drinking again.

Oh, right.

Except tonight was Samhain, and something told me I'd be breaking that oath in mere hours.

I'd never been the kind of person who could sleep in, even with the sort of hangover brought on by too many bottles of wine followed by too many glasses of whiskey.

And while I usually cursed the Catholic church for not having had the foresight to create a patron saint of good sleep (because, old-school Bostonian that I was, I had attended Mass and Catholic school long enough for those superstitions to rub off on me before I'd realised that I really liked my all-girls school for an entirely different reason), but today, I actually kind of welcomed it.

Dreadful hangover aside, it was the perfect time to have some me time and keep track of, well, all the crazy happening in my life right now.

I'd also recently decided to revisit another adolescent habit of mine — keeping a journal.

Now, instead of the angst-laden entries of mean girls and juvenile crushes, my entries catalogued the exciting unfamiliarity of my life, from living in Scotland to having a witch as a partner.

I hoped that one day, Gin and I would be able to flip through this and laugh at the things that had surprised me and that, one day, should I become completely acclimated to my world here, I would never forget the wonderment and awe I'd experienced these past few months.

"Morning."

I started and looked up to see Draco walk in, looking a little tired and rumpled after his late night.

Oh, and being called in for work, too.

Smirk.

"Didn't expect to see any of you awake yet," he added, glancing around the kitchen as though looking for something.

"Morning to you, too," I replied. "There's coffee in the pot if you're interested."

"It's the only machine I wasn't too afraid to operate," I added, taking another sip from my mug.

Draco laughed as he poured himself a cup.

"It goes both ways, you know," he grinned at me good-naturedly as he took the seat across from me.

"Imagine trying to figure out how to use any of these contraptions without magic for the first time."

"Why would you?" I asked, frowning. "Try to do it without magic, I mean?"

He shrugged.

"Oh, you know, meet a nice bloke, invite him back to yours, then offer to make him a brekkie sandwich next morning and realise you've no idea how to work the bloody stove."

"Holy shit, what did you do?" I asked, laughing at the image he'd painted.

"Took him to Mike & Patty's for a better sandwich than I could've ever made," he replied, smirking, and I groaned.

I would fucking kill for their Fancy breakfast sandwich right now... the ultimate hangover cure, in my book.

I closed my eyes and could almost taste the gooey egg yolks running over the crispy bacon and generous spread of avocado that could chase the deadliest of post-night-out maladies away.

"Sorry." Draco winced apologetically, clearly understanding my frustration.

"Seriously, though, does anything cure a hangover better than one of their sandwiches?"