Blaise's head was pounding and the movement in the room was only making him squint against the light. No way could it possibly be morning, he felt like he had just fallen asleep. Attempting to turn away from the sound and the light, Blaise realised he wasn't in his own bed and he cringed. His last semi coherent thought had been of him and Ginny on the dance floor.
Ginny? He frowned and tried to pry open one eyelid. He could remember a rather curvy blonde on the dance floor and he prayed that was who occupied his bed and not someone regrettable.
He shifted again, realising he was fully clothed and on top of the blankets which could mean several things... He forced his eyes open and looked at the bed next to him. Nothing. Frowning, he rolled over and his gaze landed on a very angry red haired witch. Fuck. Had they..he cast that thought aside, he was very much clothed.
"Why are you standing there looking at me like that?" he asked with a bit of a groan.