Title: You're Awake
Pairing: Padma Patil/Zacharias Smith
Prompt: a gentleman in closer detail
Word Count: 519
Summary: Padma gets drunk, Zacharias takes her home, breakfast follows.
Author's Notes: The second.
Link to Prompt Table: table is here
Padma had a horrible headache when she woke up, and she wasn’t in her bedroom. She wasn’t entirely aware of what had gotten her where she was. Black blanket, black sheets, black pillows, sparse furniture and no decoration to speak off.
This definitely wasn’t her bed.
Zacharias Smith was leaning on the door frame, fully dressed, with an eyebrow raised.
“I don’t really remember how I got here,” she admitted.
“There’s something for the hangover beside the bed,” he said, waving her comment off. “I’m making breakfast,” he added.
She frowned. “That’s really nice of you,” she said, sitting up and grabbing the goblet and draining it quickly. It tasted horrid, and she promptly gagged when she finished.
“That should help with the headache,” he said, walking away.
She got up, noticing she was dressed, she only seemed to be missing her shoes. That was a good sign.
“What happened last night?” she pressed.
“Nothing, really,” he said.
She put her hands on her hips and glared. “Why are you being difficult?”
“I’m not being difficult, I’m being honest.”
“We got drinks, I remember. But how did I end up here?”
“You were too drunk to Apparate and my flat was within walking distance, so I brought you here. I didn’t think you’d appreciate sleeping on the couch.”
“That’s really nice of you,” she found herself repeating.
“What’s with the tone of surprise?” he asked, finishing his cooking and setting out two plates.
She sat down, frowning. “Well, you’re…not nice.”
“I’m nice,” he contradicted. “Just not to everybody.”
She rolled her eyes and he fixed his plate. “Do you want any?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, taking some bacon and a piece of toast. “Thanks.”
He shook his head. “Whatever.”
“So nothing happened last night?” she asked.
“Nothing like you’re thinking,” he said with a shrug. “I was drunk so I wasn’t really trying for that. I think we just passed out. We may have snogged a bit.”
“Is that bad?”
“I can’t remember it.”
“Is that bad?”
He looked a little awkward, and finished his breakfast with haste. “I have to go to work,” he said through a mouthful of bacon.
“Oh, yeah. I need to get back to Parvati,” she said agreeably, finishing her breakfast. She put her dirty plate in the sink, gave him a fleeting, awkward smile and wave ‘good-bye’ and walked out of the flat.
Pushing the door to her house open, Parvati was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and her arms crossed over her chest. “Well?”
“Don’t play that with me, Padma. You were gone all night. With Smith.” She had a slightly amused, slightly disgusted look on her face.
“What do you call nothing?”
“We had drinks, and I was too drunk to Apparate home so he took me to his flat and we fell asleep.”
“We may have snogged a little, but I don’t really remember. This is all what he told me. He even cooked me breakfast, he’s not that horrible, Parvati.”
This obviously surprised Parvati very much.