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Permanent Mistakes	By : firegoddess100 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 9037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Waking Up Sober

"Oh my God,"� Willow moaned in pain. Her head was pounding; her mouth was dry"�.and her stomach was rolling wildly. She stopped trying to get up from the soft bed in an effort to keep the contents of her stomach from making another appearance. "�Why did I ever let Buffy talk me into doing this?'
She, Xander, and Buffy had decided that since the Hellmouth was closed, they deserved a rest and so the original Scooby Gang had gone to Las Vegas, Giles and the newly formed Watchers Council sending them on vacation. Soon, they had boarded a plane and were on their way. Once they got there, they had checked into their suite at the hotel (Willow wasn't sure how Giles had managed to get the presidential suite on such short notice), before hitting the slots and the craps tables.
And then the drinking had started. It wasn't like Willow to drink quite so much but it had been a special occasion. She remembered little from the previous evening but she DID remember helping Buffy carry a passed out Xander to their suite before going back to the bar and to the extremely hot and very British man she had left downstairs"�
Headache aside, it appeared like she had had a good night.
Quietly, so as not to disturb her head, Willow muttered a stomach calming charm and the bile that had previously been crawling steadily up her throat settled back into her stomach. She sighed, feeling a bit better and settled back into her pillow, absentmindly running her leg up the thigh of her bed partner.
She froze.
Bed partner.
Oh my God.
Apparently she hadn't left the man from downstairs alone. And, judging from the soreness in her muscles and the sated feeling that pervaded her entire body, it hadn't been just a good night, it had been a GREAT night.
"�OK,' she thought, looking around the room that was NOT the 3-bedroom suite that she, Buffy and Xander had checked into the previous day. "�Don't freak out. This isn't your room; you can be the one to leave,' she let a small, exasperated moan escape her lips. "�It could be worse, you could have married the guy.'
Willow snorted at this last thought. "�Yeah, right. This may be Vegas but I'm sure I wasn't that drunk.' This was her they were talking about. Impersonating her vampire double? Yes. Trying to end the world? OK, that had been a bad mistake that she wouldn't be repeating. But getting drunk and marrying a complete stranger? When hell froze over.

The man moved in the bed a bit next to her and groaned before turning his face toward her and burying himself into the sheets again.
"�Well,' she thought, a smirk growing on her face. "�You could have done worosenosenberg. He certainly is a looker.'

That he was. Whoever he was. He was tall, judging by the way his feet dangled from the end of the bed, maybe 6 foot 1 or so. His hair was black and he had the sweetest face"�.round and innocent, it made Willow want to kiss it all over. And as for eye colour"�.well, his eyes were closed but Willow briefly remembered that they were emerald green. She had been distracted and inebriated at the time so she couldn't be sure.

Reluctantly, but knowing she had to leave before he woke up to avoid the embarrassing confrontation she was sure she was in for, she sat up and got out of the bed, blushing darkly at her nude body and the memories of how it got that way. "�Now where are my clothes?'

She found them in a chair by the door to the room, piled haphazardly on top of his"�whoever he was. With a sigh, she put on her underclothes and shirt before picking up her pants and putting those on. She frowned as a piece of paper fell out of the pocket of her jeans. Curious, she picked it up, unfolded it and read what it said.

"�Oh my God,' she thought, letting out a loud expletive. Apparently the population currently residing in Las Vegas were in for a treat because now, even in the hot desert heat of Nevada, they could all go ice-skating. Hell had just frozen over.

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Harry Potter was awoken by the sound of a women's loud expletive. Groaning, he burrowed his head farther into his pillow. "�Why did I let Ron and Hermione talk me into drinking so much last night?' he thought. Indeed, when Ron and Hermione had suggested a night on the town to get over his most recently break-up with Parvati Patil, he had agreed reluctantly. He had been starting to fall in love with Parvati, and her dumping him had probably hurt more than any of his previous relationships. In desperation to get their friend of hof his depression, Ron and Hermione had dragged him out of his apartment with the promise of "�lots of fun and alcohol.' Harry hadn't questioned this. But man, was he ever questioning that decision now. His head was killing him.
He frowned, ignoring his splitting headache. "�Why is there a woman yelling swear words in my room?' His head abruptly left his pillow and he looked toward the source of the noise.
"Hello,"� he said quietly, purposely pleasant to avoid any arguments or scenes. "What are you doing in my room?"�
The woman, who was quite attractive with a trim, lithe body and red hair, frowned at him. "You mean you don't remember either?"� She walked from the corner of the room and sat down on the corner of the bed near Harry's feet. "I, that is, WE,"� she stammered.
Harry suddenly understood. A grin slowly appeared on his face at her discomfort. "Did we shag last night?"�
The woman burst into laughter. "You sound like Austin Powers when you say that with that accent."� She quieted after a moment, bringing herself back to the topic at hand. "I'm pretty sure."�
Harry took a moment to digest this before sitting up in the bed and sticking a hand out to shake hers. "I know this is probably the wrong order to do things in but since I was too drunk to remember whether or not we already did this or not"�..I'm Harry Potter. What's your name?"�
Willow gave him a small smile, shaking his hand firmly. "Willow Rosenberg."�
"Well Willow Rosenberg, what were you trying to do, sneaking out of the room like that."� He smirked. "And just what were you yelling about earlier? We only shagged, it's not like we got married or something equally as dramatic"�"� His voice trailed off as he noticed her face. "We didn't, did we?"� He asked in a scared voice.
Willow dropped a piece of paper in his lap sullenly. "Sorry to disappoint you but"�.THAT's I w I was yelling about. Seems we did a lot more than have sex last night."�
Harry sighed deeply, looking at the marriage license. Well, it could be worse. She was a muggle. If she had been a witct wot would have meant that they would have had to have stayed married. Indeed, marriages in the wizarding world were for life, despite the fact that the ceremony may have been a muggle one.
"I know. It's a lot to take in. But"�.we can get it annulled. I mean it's Las Vegas for God's sake"�if they can marry us in 10 minutes, they can divorce us in 10 minutes."�
He shrugged. He had only met the girl last night, but he liked her. Not enough to stay married to her though. Whoever she was, she wasn't prepared to be married either and this was quite frankly a relief. If they got it annulled that morning before breakfast, then Hermione and Ron wouldn't find out, thus saving him a world of teasing from them. "Just let me get dressed and we can get this over with,"� he said lightly.

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Willow nodded. He was attractive, but lust alone did not a marriage makesidesides, how was he to deal with the fact that she was a witch? Hell, that vampires and other creatures did actually go bump in the night? This was for the best. And quite frankly, Willow Rosenberg was not one to subject anyone to a kind of life where you DID know about said bumps in the night. She wasn't even sure that, if given the choice, she'd choose to know herself. With a soft sigh, she got up from the bed, noticing that Harry was dressed and ready to go. Oh well, if they got this marriage annulled within the next hour or so, then she could meet Buffy and Xander for breakfast and they'd never know about this very embarrassing moment in her life, thus saving her an endless amount of teasing from them. And really, she thought as she followed Harry out of the room, she couldn't have chosen a better person to get married and annulled to. After all, he was British, in Las Vegas, so he was probably on a business trip or vacation. Either way it meant that he lived far away across the ocean.
She would never have to see him again.
She didn't know whether shout for joy or burst into tears.
She would probably do both before the day was over with.
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