Permanent Mistakes
No Regrets
"Willow!" Buffy called from across the hotel dining room where she sat with Xander. "Over here!"
Willow Rosenberg (not Potter, having taken care of that 15 minutes ago before chastely kissing her ex-husband good-bye) walked across the room and sat down next to her two best friends. "How're you both doing this morning?
"Good," Buffy chirped cheerfully. A groan came from Xander. Buffy scrunched her nose up. "Xander's not doing so hot though."
"I am never drinking again!" he exclaimed nauseously.
Willow frowned sympathetically. "Here Xander, let me take care of that." She said, muttering the same stomach calming charm she had used on herself that morning. Xander visibly perked up.
"Hey thanks Wills. I feel so much better," he winced. "Except for the headache. That's still there."
"Here," she murmured, reaching into her purse for aspirin and plopping two down on his plate of bacon and eggs. "I already had to deal with that problem this morning. Take those and have some more fluids and you'll be fine." She picked up her menu.
Buffy looked at her mischievously. "Speaking of this morning"¦.why weren't you in the room when we got up?"
Willow blushed hotly. "Would you believe I went to get ice?" she squeaked out painfully.
"No," Xander said through a mouthful of eggs. Apparently he was feeling better. "Did my Wills get laid last night?"
"Xander!" she felt her blush deepen, if that were possible.
Beside her, Buffy gasped. "You did!" Buffy brushed a fake tear from her eye and reacoverover to clasp Xander's hand in mock pride. "Our Willow is growing up Xander." She sniffed.
"I know Buffy, I know. It just makes me so proud." Xander sobbed sarcastically.
"Stop it you too. It was really embarrassing. Neither of us remembered anything"¦."
"I'm sorry Wills it's just"¦.I never thought it would be you pulling the one night stands and everything." Buffy said, taking a bite of her muffin.
"I never thought it would be me either Buffy. Things got out of hand last night"¦.." Willow trailed off, wishing she could actually remember how out of hand things had gotten"¦.
"Oh well, it was just sex. It's not like you got drunk, got married and THEN had sex with him"¦." Buffy continued.
"That's true"¦." Willow trailed off; ignoring the speculating glance Xander was throwing her way as he noticed her slight hesitation in answering Buffy's comment.
"Although that would have been totally normal, this IS Vegas after all, but somehow doing that seems really"¦.."
Willow tuned her best friend out as she tried to ignore the niggling feeling that this mistake would be coming back to haunt her sooner rather than later.
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Harry wrenched open the door to his flat in London tiredly, only to find Hermione and Ron sitting at his kitchen table, calmly sipping tea.
"What are you two doing here?" he asked bitterly, pouring himself a mug of the blessedly caffenated beverage.
Ron rose an eyebrow at the harsh tone Harry was directing at him, "Looking for you mate. We saw you run off with that redhead last night"¦didn't really get a good look beyond the hair"¦ and then you just vanished! We came back here to wait before we called in the Aurors. After all, can't have Voldemort offing Hogwarts DADA teacher now can we?"
"So Harry, where DID you go last night?" Hermione asked mischievously.
A smirk grew on Harry's face and he shrugged.
Ron gasped. "Harry"¦.I know that look.! You got laid last night didn't you!?"
Harry's only response was to blush.
"I can't believe this," Hermione said in shock. "It was that woman, wasn't it? The redhead?"
Harry nodded. "Not that either of us remember much of the experience. We were both pissed out of our minds."
"Still"¦."Ron scoffed. "Good job mate! Way to get back on the horse!"
"Ron," Harry scowled in the general direction of his best friend. "It was just sex. Good sex, from the little I remember of it but ultimately, just a shag."
"But a one night stand Harry"¦."Ron continued smugly, "Good job!"
"Well," Hermione broke into Ron's masculine congratulations, bringing her two friends back to the conversation they had been having, "it could be worse. It's not like you married her and THEN shagged her"¦
Harry could have sworn he saw a speculative glint in her eyes. "Yeah. It could have been worse"¦"
And with that, he turned his attention to his tea, and away from the redhead that even now was haunting his thoughts.