So, micro-series time, and we have a dandy here. This actually was on my "to-do" list around the same time Super Date was. Thought about holding off on posting on this one until it's completed, but I decided to let this one slip through even though the gaps between chapters might be long. As always, these micro-series stories will be shorter, hence the name.

Harry Potter woke up in a hotel room in Las Vegas, because honestly, he had to be somewhere in the world.

To be more serious, it was after the defeat of Tom Marvolo Riddle, better known as the self-stylized Dark Lord known as Lord Voldemort. To be honest, Harry figured that it was either an epic battle or extremely anti-climatic. But he didn't fight for anyone's entertainment, so he was just as glad to see that things were completely and utterly done.

That being said, Harry took a good look around the hotel room in Vegas, or rather what was left of it. The night proved to be one that was eventful, but first Harry needed to rewind to the last couple of weeks that were.

Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort, he believed he mentioned that.

Not wanting to be bothered by a bunch of idiot wizards, who Harry was sure might try to elect him Minister by the time he would get back, Harry left on a plane to Las Vegas, with his cohort, occasional drinking buddy, and more than occasional fuck buddy, Nymphadora "Don't Call Me Nymphadora Unless You Can Say It While Doing Parseltongue Oral Sex" Tonks.

That was a mouthful come to think about that.

Harry called her Nym, for the simple fact that it was easier to say than Nymphadora and it was less formal than Tonks. They long since passed the stage where surnames were common once they did the horizontal mambo.

Where was Harry anyway?

Oh, yeah, he went to Vegas, had some fun, made some memories, somehow managed not to get arrested, and have his mug shots plastered all over the Internet.

He also managed to be one of the few people who fixed to enter Vegas with more money than he entered it.

That being said, he woke up, and he realized that in addition to the trashed hotel room, he had women in his bed, and none of them were Nym.

This wasn't the first time that Harry woke up with girls in his bed, because that happened about three times a week, but he wondered what the hell was going on.

'Well, it would be rather rude to wake them up after what we got up to last night,' Harry chuckled.

One of the women stirred themselves awake against him, and Harry wondered how many there were.

'Nym, I swear, if you and Ginny bet whether or not I'd get Vegas Marriaged, you and I are going to have words,' Harry thought.

Master of Death, Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One, Harry felt he acquired about three titles too much. He preferred Harry Fucking Potter himself, but that was just a personal preference to be honest.

That being said, Harry saw one of the women shift against him. She didn't seem to be willing to let go of his neck and she appeared to have it clenched in a death grip of some sorts and she held around it tight.

"Honey, I know that you're comfortable, but you really need to let go of my neck. I don't fancy dying….. again."

The woman shifted against him, and Harry sighed, he knew that this might be a problem, so he prodded her gently once again.

"You know, I've blown someone's head off for less than waking me up when I'm sleeping," she muttered, and she shifted against him. She looked at him with bright eyes, and her hair hung down against her face.

She also was completely naked, that fact was key to remember. And once the sheets shifted off to the side, Harry got a good look at her body. She had the perfect fit body, with legs to die for, and an ass and bust to match.

Harry thought that he would explore the details when she was less testy.

"Good morning….. you know what happened last time, don't you?" she asked and Harry smiled at her.

"Yes, we got married, at least the two of us…."

"Yes, at least the two of us," the redhead said and out of all of the missions she had where she used sex to coerce information out of, this might have been the most satisfying.

The sex that was, she didn't really get any information. At least anything that she didn't already know, but the sex almost made up for the lack of information, at least in her opinion.

"So, who are you…. and….."

"Natasha Romanov, and the rest is classified…"

"We're married, so I think that classifications are off the table," Harry said with a smile and he grabbed her by the ass and pulled her in.

She shivered, but didn't fight it up.

"Romanov, could you keep it down over there?" the dark haired woman that Harry found in his bed grumbled and she pushed her head down on the bed.

"My Superior Officer, she can't hold her liquor, I see," Natasha replied and Harry smiled.

"Shut up, Romanov, I'm still sore from last night."

"What's SHIELD exactly?"

"Can't tell you, classified, I need to get permission," Natasha said, and she leaned over, and looked over to the woman. "Maria…"

"That's Agent Hill, at least until this headache goes away, and even after, Agent Romanov."

She was well aware with the ring on Maria's finger, and the ring placed on her finger as well.

"We bungled this mission pretty badly," Natasha mused and Maria shook her head.

"Yes, we….. we got the tables turned on us."

Maria Hill pulled herself up and went face to face with her new husband. All things considered, it could be worse.

Actually, all things considered, this turned out pretty nicely. That being said she had questions, what woman in her position wouldn't?

"How is this possible, and how can you be married to both of us?" Maria asked Harry.

"Magic, trumps any law in the land, hang on, I've got to check in with my bodyguard," Harry said and he swung his feet over the edge of the bed, averting the subject. Mostly because he did not want to have to explain how magic bitch slapped pretty much everything in existence.

Harry pulled out the portable mirror that Nym gave him, it was like the one that Sirius gave him all those years back. He did hope that Sirius enjoyed his retirement on the remote tropical island after faking his death.

"Paging Nymphadora Tonks," Harry whispered into the mirror and Nym stirred awake, her hands on the mirror.

"Wotcher, Harry," Nym said, but she frowned. "Did we get married last night?"

Harry looked at her with a stern glare in his eyes. "I don't know, Nymphadora, did we?"

Nym shook her head. "You sound like my mother sometimes."

"Trust me, you would have some real issues if I was anything like your mother," Harry said.

Nym fired back. "And yet, I would be saner than most of the Black Family."

Harry laughed "You've got me there; anyway, I've married Natasha Romanov and Maria Hill…"

"Oh, the two government agents that tried to pump you for information about the Wizarding World, but….. you married them, well, that's one way to shut them up," Nym chimed in brightly with a grin on her face. "You do know that for powerful wizards like you, Tab A into Slot B pretty much is a legally binding and unbreakable marriage."

"Tell me more, Nym….."

"Well Sirius and I talked about it one time….."

"And why were Sirius and you discussing my sex life, Nymphadora?" Harry asked but he got no response.

"Um got to go, you know get something for my hangover," Nym said, and she left the call straight away.

Natasha raised her eyebrow when she looked at Harry. "That's your bodyguard?"

"Well, she normally has better days, she drank enough to level an entire Football team," Harry said, but he paused and amended something. "Soccer, to you…. well, I guess she might have drank much for an entire American Football team… or any sports team."

"I see," Natasha said and she smiled, and she got a look at Harry's body. This was the first time that she actually got a good enough look at him, and knew why he sucked her in last night.

"Yes, she's cool," Harry said, and that was the best thing that he could say about Tonks. She was about the only member of the Order who treated him like an equal, and not some punk kid who needed to keep his nose clean.

Providing you never let her anywhere near the kitchen. That just begged for trouble, but that was a long story for another time.

"So, you're part of this government organization known as SHIELD?" Harry asked. "Does it stand for something special?"

"Strategic Hazard Intervention Espionage Logistics Directorate," Maria told him. "We deal with security threats that the official governments don't want to deal with."

Harry knew that the official governments and really the unofficial one to be technical didn't want to deal with a whole lot. "So, you've got your hands full?"

"We can't talk here anymore, this place is a security risk," Maria told them and she looked around, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Let's get dressed," Natasha said with a smile, but she walked and Harry put his hands on her shoulders.

"You know, you don't really want to go out reeking of sex, do you?" Harry asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes, that would be bad," Natasha said and she looked around. "Where is…"

"She must have woken up before us and dipped out to get Breakfast," Maria said in response. "We'll find her later….. he's right though…"

Now the group showered and dressed, they made their way downstairs. It actually was quick, and Harry respected that, there had to be a reason why they tracked him down, and there would be plenty of time for fun and games later, now that they were married.

That being said, the glimpse of their wet naked bodies would do for now.

Natasha realized that she bit off a little more than she could chew when she agreed to take on this mission.

"So, are we safe, or do we need to go on the other side of the world?" Harry asked. He had a few charms up his sleeves, but he wasn't going to offer them if they didn't want them.

"We might keep that in mind," Natasha said, but she looked around and tapped her foot. The third SHIELD agent that they were with was MIA and not answering her communication link. That was not like her. "But, I think that we're safe here, at least enough to give you the basics…"

Harry kissed her in mid sentence and Natasha blinked, that wasn't what she expected. He grabbed her ass, and she leaned into the kiss more in response.

Maria cleared her throat, and the two broke apart. Natasha opened her mouth to question him, but Harry slowly placed his finger on her lips. She softened a little bit under her gaze, but tried not to go too soft.

"You looked tense," Harry said.

"You didn't exactly help with my tension," she whispered to him, but she tried to ignore the heat that pulsed through her bodies.

"Anyway, the reason why you went after me in the first place which lead to this entire misadventure in Vegas," Harry said and he gave them the opening to tell him.

"The hidden magical world has been a potential security risk for a long time, and SHIELD wanted to take a closer look at it for a long time," Maria explained to him. "All the disappearances that could not be explained, and all of the deaths, they indirectly risked throwing other things out into the open that humans were not willing to accept. Things that SHIELD doesn't even fully understand."

Natasha dropped the bombshell on him. "And we believe a dangerous threat infiltrated the British Ministry of Magic and has manipulated them for some time."

To Be Continued.