Eternally Yours

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Summary: Response to Blood Brandy's Vegas Vacation challenge. It's surprises all around when Violet Potter wakes up beside Warren Worthington III. He learns she's a mutant, she learns that he's her new husband, and life will never be the same again. Violet(fem!HP)/Angel.

Rating: M for language, violence, character death, and adult themes.

Author: tlyxor1.

Eternally Yours

Chapter One: The Morning After

When she woke, there was a moment of complete mindlessness, where Violet was caught somewhere between wake and sleep. It didn't last. Instead, the hangover made it's presence known with a vengeance, the urge to pee was almost painful, and Violet herself was ready to crawl into a hole and sleep away the rest of her life.

Caught up in her misery, it took another moment to take note of the presence behind her, and Violet turned slowly, afraid of what she'd find. She had no clear recollection of the night before, but she did remember losing Tonks somewhere along the line, and Violet doubted the older witch had found her again.

Conclusion?

There was a stranger in her bed.

This was not okay.

When she had fully turned, Violet warily peaked one eye open, and then another. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but a very attractive angel in her bed certainly wasn't it.

She slumped onto her back, threw an arm over her eyes, and groaned. "I'm never drinking again."

Beside her, the figure stirred in his sleep, and Violet clambered gracelessly out of bed, took note of the absence of clothing and the throb between her legs, and skittered into the bathroom. She locked the door behind her, and made use of the toilet, but it hurt to pee, and the bloodstain between her thighs was telling.

Briefly, Violet contemplated the walk-in shower, thought better of it, and instead wiped herself down with a warm washcloth. She could clean herself properly later, but before then, Violet wanted answers.

At the moment, the only one who could give them was unconscious in the king sized bed she'd just fled from. She was nervous though, and afraid to learn of the previous night's proceedings, but the witch knew, consciously, that it was not something she could avoid.

If nothing else, she needed to know if he'd used a condom the night before. She would take an STD test anyway, but it would behoove her to know whether or not she would have to pre-empt a possible pregnancy, too.

"Gryffindors charge," Violet murmured to herself, tugged on one of the available robes, and belatedly took note of the white gold ring on her left hand. It sat innocuously on her ring finger, and without fail, the silver haired girl's heart went into overdrive. "And I really need some bloody answers."

If she was lucky, it was all just a joke Tonks, Sirius and Remus had cooked up to instil the lesson of responsible consumption of alcohol and safe sex, but Violet wasn't holding her breath.

With trembling hands, she shuffled into the bedroom, settled on the edge of the bed, and took the opportunity to study the stranger. He was handsome, with golden blonde curls that framed a square jaw and aristocratic features. He was relatively young, too, with a pale complexion and broad shoulders.

And of course, there were the wings, tucked into his back and very obviously real. He was a mutant then, and although that was a comforting thought, not much else was.

He must have sensed her gaze on him, or perhaps it was simply a coincidence, but his eyelids fluttered open as Violet studied him, and she was quickly met with a pair of deep blue eyes against her own verdant stare.

"Hello," she greeted lightly, fumbled with her hands in her lap, and studied the ring on her finger once again. It was suddenly difficult to look at him.

"Morning," he answered, blinked sleepily for a few moments, and closed his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know you," she replied succinctly, "And I don't know what happened last night. Apparently we got married, and you know, that's kind of terrifying since I'm not actually 21, and my godfather is actually going to blow a gasket, and I'm not even sure legal emancipation allows for marriage, and I'm fairly certain we had sex last night, and I don't know if we used protection, and did I mention I'm wearing a wedding ring?"

Against his pillow, the blonde exhaled slowly, blinked open his blue eyes, and studied her briefly. "You really don't remember?"

"I remember the casino," Violet began, "I won two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, and the Bellagio gave me the penthouse suite for two nights. Then Tonks and I went to the hotel bar, and she was plying me with tequila shots and whisky chasers and… that's all I remember."

He sat up then, carded a hand through his rumpled hair, and muttered a quiet oath beneath his breath. Then he proceeded to go through - in painstaking detail - the events of the evening prior. Violet listened attentively, and afterwards, she could only stare at the comforter, uncertain of how to proceed.

"I'm Warren," he said, "I like to think I got to know you fairly well last night. I think you're a fairly extraordinary woman, and if you're not opposed to the idea, I'd like to give 'us' a try."

"I'm only 16."

Warren grinned. "I'm 19, so you're not the only one with a fake ID."

"You don't care I'm a witch?"

"I have wings sprouting from my back," he deadpanned.

Violet gnawed at her bottom lip, thought about it, and supposed it wouldn't hurt to try. If all else failed, they could always get a divorce in the future. In the meantime, Warren didn't know Violet Potter from Eve, and it would nice to get to know someone who didn't already have preconceived notions of her.

She said as much, and Warren's smile was entirely sincere.

"I know what you mean," he acknowledged, "It was nice to talk to someone who didn't immediately recognise me."

She frowned, mildly puzzled. "Should I have?"

He laughed. "I'm Warren Worthington III."

Violet gaped. It was impossible not to recognise the name. Worthington Industries was a pharmaceutical company based out of Los Angeles, but it was probably the largest distributor of medical products and medical care across the globe. Moreover, the Potter Estate was actually a minor shareholder, and Sirius had made certain Violet learned all she could regarding her inheritance.

"I did not see that coming," she remarked, cast her gaze around the unfamiliar bedroom, and queried, "What are the odds of me not getting hounded by press?"

"Very slim," he answered, "I apologise in advance. When they find out - and they will find out - they'll be relentless."

"We'll simply have to make sure they find out on our own terms," Violet determined, and Warren arched an eyebrow, impressed. She waved it off. "I'm a fairly public figure in the magical community. I had to learn fast."

He nodded his acknowledgement, cast his gaze around in search of his clothes, and offered, "Before you start planning world domination, how does breakfast sound?"

Violet nodded, sought out her luggage, and answered, "I like the way you think."