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The drawn curtains are no defense against the morning sun, which stabs into Harry’s throbbing temples. A low groan beside him pulls his attention. He turns, wincing, to see you rising from the sheets, clutching the fabric to their chest. Messy hair spills over bare shoulders, and on their back, a fresh, dark mark stands out starkly against their skin. Recognition washes over him in a slow, hazy wave—flashing shots, pulsing strobe lights, the warm sound of laughter. He stares, realizing he spent the entire night with them, yet he cannot summon their name. "Oh, *fuck*," you whispers, their voice rough with sleep. Harry forces a weak, rueful smile, the morning after heavy with blurred memories and quiet regret.