A/N: Hello to all my readers. This is response to challenge over on . I do not own Buffy or Harry Potter.

It's a rough start, but more will be explained in later chapters. Please send me lots of reviews.

Timeline:

Harry Potter is the summer after they defeat Voldemort

Buffy is the summer after they Graduate.

Chapter 1: Waking Up

Ginny groaned in pain as she woke. Her head ached from the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed to previous night. The blankets fell away from her face as she rolled onto her back, allowing the sun streaming brightly into the room to blind her. She threw her arm up around her face to block the offending light. "Bloody hell," she grumbled. Her head felt like The Weird Sisters were playing in her head. Of course that probably was because she saw them perform last night with three of her brothers, Harry, and Hermione. She sighed heavily. It was already after ten, and if she didn't get ready soon she would miss her portkey home. Molly Weasley would be none too happy about that. As it stood the older woman had been reluctant to allow Ginny to accompany her family and friends across the world. She would have a fit if Ginny didn't come home with them.

She threw the blankets off of her, and gasped audibly. She was naked except for her socks. How had she not noticed that before? That is when she notice the bed moving slightly. She looked over and immediately grab the blankets back. 'What the bloody hell? How did I not notice that before?' The person sharing the bed with her was facing away from her, but she could see shoulder length red hair sticking out of the blankets.

Ginny sat up and shook her head, in hopes that it would clear away some of the haze he still felt from the alcohol. Instead, it made her head feel much worse. She growled to herself quietly, and scrabbled out of the bed, not caring if she woke the other occupant up. She looked around the room and saw clothing from two people scattered randomly. The first thing she noticed was the other person's clothing were women's, so she knew she had slept with a girl. She really wished she could remember what had happened.

Help. That's what she needed. Somebody who could help her remember what happened the night before. She started to pick up her clothing when something shiny caught her eye. Adorned on her left ring finger rested a shiny gold ring. Ginny's heart skipped a beat when the implication of the ring hit her. There was no way she had gotten married last night. "Oh bludgers. Mum's going to kill me."

She quickly dressed and went to walk out the door, but stop when she realized that she couldn't just leave her there alone. She turned around conjured a quill and parchment. She dotted down that she was going to get breakfast and that she would be back in a little while. Satisfied with the note, she slipped quietly from the room.

Hermione and Ron's room was a few doors down from hers. She hesitantly knocked on the door, hoping her brother wasn't in their so she could talk to Hermione alone. The brunette answered the door almost immediately. "Morning," she said to Ginny and then took in her disheveled look. "Is everything alright? You look a mess."

"No. Is Ron here?"

"He went off with Harry a bit ago to get food," Hermione said. She opened the door wider so Ginny could enter. "Come in Ginny, and tell me what is wrong."

Ginny went into the room and paced for a few seconds as she waited for Hermione to close the door. "I think I made a mess of things Hermione. Mum's going to kill me for this I'm sure. I don't blame her really. I'm an adult for a few hours and I already messed things up. She's never going to trust me again."

Hermione watched her friend pace back and forth trying to make sense of her ramblings. "Ginny. What are you talking about? I'm sure whatever happened will be fine. Mrs. Weasley will understand."

"No she won't, Hermione," she sighed heavily, and sat down on the bed. "I don't even remember what I did last night. All I know is I woke up with somebody in my bed and a ring on my finger."

"I… You…Huh," Hermione sputtered, truly speechless.

"That's how I feel," Ginny stated.

"You got married last night?"

"I don't remember much. I was pretty sloshed last night. All I remember is going into muggle Las Vegas last night and then waking up in bed next to the person this morning."

"You were already pretty tipsy by the time we separated after the show," Hermione stated. "I have a bottle of hangover cure in my bag. Maybe you memory will come back if you're not hung over."

As Hermione moved to get the vile out of her bottomless bag, Ginny asked, "Why do you have a hangover cure in your purse?"

"Oh I have several bottles of it. I figured that somebody might need it this week so I brewed a batch of it last week. It's a surprisingly simple potion to make. It only took a few hours to brew, and I had everything that I needed for it in my school kit."

"I don't know what we would do without you Hermione," Ginny said, eagerly accepting the offered potion.

"Oh, I think you would get on just fine. You underestimate yourself far too much Ginny."

"Sure Hermione. I turned seventeen yesterday and a few hours later I got married to a complete stranger in a foreign country."

"Yes, well there is that, but I'm sure if you hadn't been sloshed you never would have done that."

"No. My rational brain would have remembered what my mother is going to do to me when I get home." Ginny groaned at the thought. She put her head in her hands and sighed heavily. "The potion is working, but my memories are still hazy."

"Okay. I think I might have a book in my bag about memories," Hermione said. Ginny chuckled at her. Only Hermione would bring books on a holiday. "Yep, here it is. I believe there is a chapter in here about lost memories due to inebriation." She read quietly for a few minutes, before finally saying, "It says that you can view the memories in a Penisive if you don't have time to allow the memories to return on their own."

"Bloody hell," She groaned. "Where am I going to get a penisive? You wouldn't happen to have one in that bag would you?"

"Not this time, but I may know where I can get one."

"Brilliant. Where?"

"The Inn keeper might have one. She did advertise that she had whatever we might need. I will be back in a few minutes."

Ginny let herself fall backwards onto the bed with a heavy sigh. She brought her left hand up to her face and examined the ring. It was a simple gold ring, but she could tell it was made in the Wizarding world. She could feel the magic coming from the ring, and there were tiny wands engraved on the outside. She wondered where they had gotten them. Her memories were very slowly returning, but in broken clips. She remembered weird stuff like dust, and water, and kisses, but nothing that would actually tell her what had happened. She thought about going back to her room and asking the woman what had happened, but that would mean she was going to have to accept that she was married.

She sighed again. If she was married her life was going to change, and not just because she got married, but because she married a girl. Nobody knew that she was gay, not even Harry. After Harry defeated Voldemort he returned to the Burrow with the rest of the Weasley family; Hermione included. With the danger over, Harry wanted to get back together with her. She declined and gave him a simple response of "I don't feel that way for you anymore," and he accepted it. They actually became really close friends since. She had known for a while that she just didn't feel right with the blokes she was with. She truly did care for Harry, and had hoped that the reason why things felt off with the other blokes was because they just were not the right person for her. She felt closer to Harry then the others, but things still were not clicking. It wasn't until the start of the school year that she realize why things with the boys weren't clicking.

Even though she was sure she was gay, she wasn't ready to tell anybody yet. After last night she was sure she had no choice. It wasn't like she could magic her wife into a husband to keep everybody from knowing, and even if she could, she was sure her wife would agree to that.

Wife. Even thinking the word made Ginny shiver. She wasn't ready to be a wife, let alone have a wife. That's just too much to handle for a seventeen year old. That was too adult for a seventeen to handle.

Hermione strolled back into the room holding a medium sized penisive in her arms. "She had one. Lucky us."

"Yeah, lucky us. So how do I get the memories out of my head?"

"Point your wand at your head and think really hard about last night. The memories should come out, and then you can put them into the penisive."

"Sounds easy enough," Ginny said, and the reached into her pocket to get her wand. "Bullocks."

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"I lost my wand."

I would ask you where you lost it, but you wouldn't be able to tell me. Here use my. It should work for you."

Ginny took the offered wand and said thanks. She put the tip of the want to her head and thought really hard about the previous night and what little she did remember. After a few minutes of hard concentration, a silvery strip of fluid was syphoned out of her head and fell into the penisive. Instantly a picture began to form inside the bowl. "I've never used one of these before."

"Neither have I," Hermione said. "From what Harry told me you just touch the liquid and you'll get sucked into the memory. Go ahead, I'll be waiting here for you."

Ginny looked up at Hermione. "Will you come with?" She wanted a friend with as she face what she had done, even if that meant that Hermione would know her secret.

"Sure, Gin."

Together they touched the flowing memory, and were sucked into the bowl. They landed outside a club off the main strip in Las Vegas. It wasn't nearly as bright as the main strip, but still bright enough to see. It took them a moment to spot the red head. She was being dragged into an ally way by a large man. The two of them ran into the alley just in time to see another redhead float a piece of wood into the man's chest. The man then burst into dust.

"That explains the dust I remembered," The real Ginny said.

Memory Ginny said thanks to the other redhead, and visibly take in her appearance.

"It's no problem. I'm Willow."

Ginny stepped closer to Willow and offered her hand, "Ginny. It's nice to meet you, or rather to be saved by you."

"It was nice to do the saving," Willow flirted.

"How did you do magic without a wand?" Ginny asked.

"Wand? Are you a wizard?" Willow asked.

"No. I'm a witch. Wizards are boys."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I've only read about wizards in books."

"It's okay. How did you do that spell without a wand?"

"I just did. I don't need a wand to channel my power," Willow said.

Ginny looked at Willow blankly. "Really? You must be really powerful then."

"I don't know about that," Willow said bashfully.

"Would you be willing to tell me more about your magic? Maybe over a few drinks?"

Willow turned bright red, "Sure. I'd like that."

"Come on. I have a room not far from here. There is a pub down below that serves decent food."

"Food sound great. Faith was right about getting hungry after slaying."

"Who's Faith?" Ginny asked sounding jealous.

"Just a friend," Willow said. "Well she used to be more then friends, but not really my girlfriend. Faith didn't do commitment very well. She's with Buffy now. And I'm here with you."

Hermione let the conversation from the memory fade as they walked toward the inn. "Ginny? Do you have something to tell me?"

"Um…I'm gay." Ginny said meekly.

"Is that why you and Harry didn't get back together?"

"Yeah. I realized it when I went back to school last year. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"It's okay," Hermione said, just as the memory faded. They reappeared in the Inn's pub."

Willow and Ginny were sitting at a table in the corner. Both had several empty tankards in front of them along with a few empty plates. They both look 3 shades to the wind already, and were laughing heavily. "Come on," memory Ginny said, holding her hand out for Willow to take. "I have something I want to show you."

Memory Ginny lead Willow through the pub into a small deck area out back. She tapped her wand on the wall and the entrance to Vegas Lane appeared. Similar to Las Vegas, Vegas Lane was still alive with hundreds of witches and wizard walking from shop to shop. Ginny took Willow from shop to shop. The memory kept fading in and out: bouncing from the quidditch shop, to the robes shop, to several different stops at the various pubs on the lane, before finally stopping outside the wedding chapel.

Ginny gasped when she saw it, making Willow stop and wonder aloud if she was alright.

"I fine," she responded, slurring her words heavily. "Better then fine, in fact. I'm happy. I am so happy that I met you, and I don't ever want to be without you. Not ever again."

Slurring her words just as heavily, Willow replied, "Me either. Although this just might be the alcohol speaking."

"Does it really matter if it is the alcohol?" Ginny asked, almost sober like.

Willow giggled, "No, because I love you."

"I love you too, Willow, and I know a way for us to be together for the rest of our lives."

Willow's face visibly brighten. "Really? How?"

"Let's get married," Ginny slurred excitedly. "There is a wedding chapel right over there. I saw it earlier."

"That sounds like fun!" Willow exclaimed brightly.

The scene broke again, and the real Ginny and Hermione found themselves standing in the back of the chapel watching as memory Ginny and Willow said there vows.

Hermione watch the scene in confusion. It couldn't be that easy to get married, especially since Willow was technically considered a muggle. There had to be some kind of laws that prevented quick wizard/muggle weddings from happening. Something felt off to her.

The scene changed again. Hermione was now staring at a fully naked Ginny, with Willow's head between her legs. "Okay," She hastily said as she turned away from the scene. "I think that we have seen enough for now." She grabbed the real Ginny's shoulder and willed them out of the penisive. They landed back in the room with a thud.

Ginny walked over to the bed and flopped down with a heavy sigh. "I can't believe I'm really married, and that I'm the one who initiated it. What was I thinking?"

"I don't know Ginny," Hermione sighed. "Something seems off about this. You are usually so level headed, and I get that getting a bit sloshed does loosen one inhabitations, but you got married. That's a bit more than just losing your head. Plus the fact that you can't remember everything from last night. Even the memories that we pulled are broken up. I don't think that they should be like that."

"I don't know Hermione. I think I just got really drunk and did something stupid. Sometimes there isn't any other reason than that. Just plain old stupidity."

Hermione looked skeptical, but to placate her friend, she agreed with her. She would look more into it when she returned home to England. "We should go see if your wife is alright. She should have woken by now, and maybe she can fill in a few of the blanks."

"Yeah," Ginny agreed pitifully. "I have to get food first. I left her a note that I was going to get some."

"Okay. Let's go down to the pub and get something. We have to hurry though. The portkey leaves in an hour. If we aren't with your brothers, your mum will kill us."

"I'm dead already," Ginny mumbled as they left the room.

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Willow groggily opened one eye, and immediately regretted it. Her head was pounding, her mouth and throat were dry, she felt incredibly nauseous, and that sun was just too darn bright. She snuggled into the blankets, willing away the pain and discomfort she was feeling to no avail. She tried to remember why she felt like this, but her memories from the previous night were fuzzy. All she remembered was drinking, a lot of drinking.

She groaned to herself, and then forced herself to get out of the bed. Water and pills. That's what she needed. Just as Ginny has a little while before, Willow discovered that she was naked. She squeaked, and scrambled around the room picking up her clothing; two acts that she quickly regretted. The nausea she had felt when she woke up, caught up to her panicking brain. She rushed to the open door to her left, (which she assumed was the bathroom), and hurled into the toilet. Once her stomach was satisfied that there was nothing left in her to eject, Willow felt a little better. She moved back into the main room, and picked up the clothing she had previously dropped. She moved slowly this time, fearful that if she moved any faster she would have to visit the bathroom again.

Once she was dressed, she examined the room looking for a clue as to where she was and who she had been. The room was odd the her, there was no phone for her to call for room service, there were no outlets, or light switches, or even lights in general. There were old fashioned oil lanterns on the wall, but not modern lights, or technology at all really. In the hotel she had been staying in with Giles there had been a TV with cable in it. This room had nothing. She wondered if they were in a themed hotel that featured a medieval room

She found the note Ginny left for her on the floor, half tucked under the bed. She must have knocked it over in her hast to find her clothing. She felt a little better about the situation, knowing that the person who she assumingly had sex with, was a gentleman and was going to return. So she had a choice to make. Leave the very weird room behind, or sit there and wait for her mystery partner to return.

She began fidgeting with her fingers as she tried to decide, or more precisely the ring that was resting in her left hand. After nearly five minutes of twisting the ring on her finger, she realized that the ring she was playing with had not been there the previous night. She knew she was hung over when she realized it, after all, Willow was normally more astute to things like that.

Willow stared at the ring completely baffled by it. It had to be some kind of a joke. She was only seventeen. It was illegal for seventeen year olds to get married without parental consent, and she was sure Giles wasn't about to give that to her. Even if he had given his permission or she somehow found a way around that law, gay marriage was illegal. So that means that there was no way for her to married. Unless she got married to a man. "Oh goddess", was all she say.

As if on cue, the door to the room opened up and in walked two women. "Oh good, you're awake," said the redhead.

"We were afraid that we were going to have to wake you," the brunette said. "Ginny here wasn't sure what kind of a sleeper you are. She doesn't remember much from last night. I'm Hermione."

Willow's happiness bubbled when Hermione said that Ginny didn't know what kind of a sleeper she was, because that meant that she had been with a woman last night and that there was no way she could be married.

"And I'm Ginny," the redhead said, and then added, "Your wife."

Willow stared at her baffled for a second and then passed out from the shock.