Mischief Reimagined

by totheendoftheworldortime79

OUAT/HP Crossover. The Swan Jones Trio embarks on a new adventure as the Triwizard Tournament returns to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

2. Chapter 2

Author's note: I'm blown away by the reaction to this fic! Thank you all so much! This chapter is one of the longest I've ever written; I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Very much not mine.

Chapter 2

February 2004

Killian pushed through the masses, searching for Emma. His voice was a little sore from shouting, but it had been so worth it. She had been brilliant, making a spectacular catch of the Snitch to win the match for Slytherin. The Gryffindor Seeker never even saw her coming, staring in a completely different direction! A few times during the match he got annoyed glares from McGonagall; doubtless she thought his commentary a wee bit biased, but he didn't care. He couldn't help the way he felt about her.

He'd been concealing it for months, the way his feelings toward his best friend had changed. At least he thought he was concealing it? The way she looked at him sometimes, when she thought he couldn't see, was starting to make him wonder. Was it enough to put himself out there and take a chance? What if she rejected him? Losing her friendship would be worse.

Emma changed out of her uniform quickly; she wanted to celebrate! It wasn't the Cup, but she still felt incredible. Quidditch was one of her favorite things about the wizarding world. She never could have imagined such a game in her wildest dreams back in Boston, in those group homes. She never imagined she could have such a life. She had friends, people who cared about her. Right now, all she wanted to see Killian and Liam and relive every moment of that match.

"Emma? You still here?"

She grinned, fastening the clasp on her skirt. Her hair was still a mess, but she knew Killian wouldn't care. "Hey! Wasn't that amazing?"

Killian stepped into the thankfully empty changing room, taken a little aback by the way she threw herself into his arms. He hugged her back, trying to ignore the way her soft curves felt against him. She was his friend, his very beautiful, amazing, sexy friend that he'd wanked over far too many time already. "You were brilliant, lass."

She looked at him curiously; he sounded…flustered? Not the enthusiastic friend she knew. "Killian, are you okay?"

He scratched nervously behind his ear, his cheeks reddening. Damn his reaction to her. "Aye, I'm fine."

She put her hands on her hips and cocked an incredulous brow at him. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Swan…"

She deflated, her buoyant mood gone. Things had been slightly…off for weeks now and she didn't know how to fix it. She didn't know what had changed. Well, that wasn't completely true. Her feelings were pretty damn clear, but she was afraid. Scared of ruining things between her and her very best friends. "Okay." She moved past him, hoping he didn't see the tears welling in her eyes.

Buggering hell, he thought. He couldn't stand the look on her face; he never wanted to be a source of distress for her. "Emma, wait."

She turned, swallowing around the lump in her throat. He never called her Emma; it was always Swan. She loved her nickname, having never had one before; it made her feel special. She stood absolutely still, watching as he approached. He looked scared, but maybe a little hopeful? Her heart raced; she had no idea what would happen. "Killian?"

"I'm sorry, love." He ran his fingers through his hair nervously, stopping inches from her. She was gorgeous, all golden hair and emerald eyes that left him breathless. Slowly, he raised his hand and cupped her cheek. He felt her shiver; he hoped that was a good sign. "I might bugger this up," he warned. But he had to take a chance.

Emma kept her eyes open as long as possible, hardly believing what she was seeing. Then his lips touched hers. It was soft, hesitant, but it made her heart swell with joy. He was kissing her! Killian was kissing her! Something she longed for was finally happening! Just as quickly as it began, the kiss ended. She instinctively licked her lips; she found she liked his taste. "Killian?"

He opened his eyes; she wasn't looking at him with revulsion. "Yes, Swan?"

She rested her hands on his shoulders. "Could you kiss me again?"

"Are you sure?"

She smiled, leaning in first this time. She didn't really know what she was doing, but she pressed more firmly, sighing as his hands slipped around her waist. It was sweet, it felt right. As the kiss broke, they rested their foreheads together. "That was nice."

He flushed, but he was so damn happy. "Aye." He thought about just enjoying the moment, but if he didn't say something, he knew he'd regret it. "Swan…would go out with me?"

She blinked, surprised. "Like a date?"

"Yeah."

"Yes."

Killian was so happy, he kissed her again. He'd finally done it! Emma was going to on a date with him! He couldn't wait to tell Liam.

Liam found them on their way back up to the castle. Emma was beaming, her cheeks flush from victory. It struck him again, just how beautiful she was. She hugged him, Liam ducking his nose into her hair and greedily inhaling her scent. It was torture, but he couldn't stop. Not when he felt like this.

"That was fantastic, Emma," he said, grinning down at her. "Poor Gage didn't know what happened!"

"He was too busy watching that Chaser of theirs, Zoe. His loss." She linked arms with each of them and set off for the castle. It was chilly, but she hardly felt it. She was too happy. She wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon dissecting the match, reliving every moment. Emma felt lighter than she had in weeks, almost like everything was falling into place. Well, almost everything. She pushed aside the voice in her head, just wanting to enjoy time with her friends.

They flouted tradition, snagging space at the very end of the Hufflepuff table. When it was time for dessert, Emma went to get them some treacle tart from the Slytherin table, leaving the boys alone for a few minutes. "Liam!" Killian whispered excitedly. "I have news!"

"What is it, little brother?" He was trying to follow Emma with his eyes, but not make it too obvious.

Killian ignored the tease; he was too excited. "I have a date."

That got Liam's attention. "You do? Who's the lucky girl?"

"Um…I'd rather not say. Bad luck and all that."

Liam chuckled but nodded. Killian was a little superstitious. Besides, Liam had an idea. Killian's fellow Hufflepuff prefect, Jenny Clearwater, had a crush on him the size of an Erumpent and had since their third year. Everyone seemed to know it but Killian. "Well, whoever she is, I'm happy for you, Killian."

Killian smiled, his cheeks tinged with pink. "Thanks, Liam."

"What are we talking about?" Emma asked, plate in hand.

"Nothing," Killian said smoothly. He didn't like keeping things from Liam, but he thought it best he and Emma talk about it together first. There was plenty of time for that. "Care to go over that barrel roll again, love? For the Howler?"

She laughed; Killian was also the star writer for the school paper, the Hogwarts Howler. "Trying to get an exclusive, Jones?"

"Always, Swan."

Liam was mesmerized by her. He could listen to her talk for hours. He almost feel himself falling more and more under her spell. Deep down, he knew if he wanted something more between them, he was going to need to take the first step. Soon. She was too pretty not to have boys queueing up to date her. And that would destroy him. Besides, now that Killian seemed to be finding love, why shouldn't he?

Their evening got interrupted by Killian getting called in by his Head of house, no doubt to scold him a bit for his commentary during the match. Liam couldn't blame his brother one bit for being a little biased; he only had eyes for Emma too when she was playing. Plus it was fun to take the mickey out of the Gryffindors.

"I hope he's not in too much trouble," Emma worried, watching him leave.

"Sprout loves him; I'm sure it'll just be a slap on the wrist," Liam assured her. "McGonagall probably put her up to it."

"Well, she did used to be Head for Gryffindor. Can you blame her?"

They both laughed. McGonagall was a good Headmistress, but she was a Gryffindor through and through. Selfishly though, Liam was grateful to have this time alone with Emma. "She'll probably won't like it when we play them either."

"You guys are pretty good this year." Emma grinned. "But we're better."

"That so? Guess we'll have to see."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Can't go worse for you than last year." He said it without thinking, then cringed. That was not a good memory. In more ways than one. "I'm sorry, lass. I didn't mean it like that." He learned his lesson, the hard way.

"I know you didn't." They'd had squabbles over the years, like any other friends, but that was the first time she thought they might never make up. But they did. And they were better friends for it. "I'm still gonna kick your ass."

He grinned. "You're welcome to try, love."

"Walk me back?"

"Sure." He would take every minute he had with her. The Slytherin common room was down by the dungeons; Liam suspected they were near the lake, given how damp it often was. He wanted to say something, but he felt more nervous and tongue tied the deeper they went. Say something, you ponce! Before it's too late!

"Well, this is me." She suddenly was nervous too, her feelings for the older Jones brother bubbling to the surface. She truly did like them both; it was confusing. She didn't know what to do about it and now she'd agreed to go on a date with Killian. She needed to tell Liam. He deserved to know.

The way she looked at him…was he imagining things? Sometimes he thought he saw something in her eyes, but despite his so-called experience, the ways of romance were a mystery to him. Liam was only certain of the way he felt. He dreamt of her, for Merlin's sake! Dreams that left him hard and aching, dreams he relived as he stroked himself to completion. He felt guilty for thinking of his friend that way, but he couldn't make it stop. Worse, he didn't want it to stop. He wanted to kiss her, to know what she tasted like.

"Liam…" She trailed off, completely arrested by the intense look in his blue eyes. It was like how Killian had looked at her and her heart began to pound. Would he kiss her? Did she want him to? God, she was so selfish! She'd already kissed Killian and liked it! But you like them both, she thought as she bit her lip. You dream about them both.

"Shh." It was now or never. Liam cradled the back of her head and leaned down; she wasn't wearing heels so he had to stoop a bit. Her lips were soft, supple; a groan caught in his throat. Emma slipped her arms around his waist without thinking; she could hardly believe this was happening!

Liam broke the kiss, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Emma?"

She licked her lips, he tasted of the hot chocolate they'd had after dinner. She said nothing, pressing her lips back to his. She was torn; kissing Liam was every bit as incredible as kissing Killian! She'd imagined both so many times; she never expected it to actually happen, let alone on the same day! Her heart sang with joy, but her mind rebelled. You can't have them both.

She broke the kiss abruptly, leaving Liam bereft. "Lass?"

Her words betrayed her. "I liked that."

He grinned. "Wanted to do that for a long time."

"You have?"

"Aye." He stepped back, to give them both some space. "This may be a bit forward, but would you…"

"Yes."

"I haven't even asked yet," he chuckled.

She didn't know how to even explain it to herself. It was so wrong, but it felt right. "Whatever it is, my answer is yes."

Liam beamed. "Then it's a date."

As he left beaming, Emma gnawed on her lip. Now what was she going to do?

---

Emma agonized for days. She knew she needed to say something. This wasn't fair to either of them. She was a terrible person! She wasn't sleeping, she hardly ate. She tried to keep up appearances for her boys, but they knew her too well. After about two days, she started avoiding them, spending most of her down time in the library, pretending to study. Not even schoolwork could distract her from the turmoil in her heart. Because, if she were truly honest with herself, Emma really did want to date them both. Her dreams, already risqué when it came to the Jones brothers, only got worse now that she knew what it felt like to kiss them. When she wasn't mentally berating herself for her indecision, she lay in her four poster touching herself to images of them.

It was slowly driving her mad.

Just tell them, a voice said. Tell them the truth.

But what was the truth? I know we've been friends forever, but I really want in your pants? No, whatever she felt for them, it was deep. Deep and scary. They were the closest thing to family that she had and she was terrified that she would lose them over this. Even if she didn't, could they just go back to how things were? She didn't see how.

It was killing her.

You're being a coward, she thought as Killian tried to engage her in conversation during a practical Transfiguration lesson. They were trying to Vanish salamanders and Emma was failing miserably.

"Love, something's wrong," he whispered. "Talk to me. Please."

The hurt in his voice sliced through her like a knife. She hated this. She needed to end this, for everyone's sake. "Not here," she whispered back. She thought wildly. "Meet me in the Potions classroom after dinner. Liam too."

Killian had no idea what was going on with her, but he agreed. He was so worried about her. Had she changed her mind about their date? He knew she was avoiding him, he wasn't stupid. Ever since the match, she'd been off. He didn't understand. It hurt, if he was being honest. He thought they were finally getting somewhere, that his dreams were coming true. Now he was adrift without her.

Liam agreed readily enough when Killian told him of Emma's summons. He was just as confused about her recent distance; he couldn't help but wonder if he was the cause. Had he moved too fast? Granted, he hadn't even asked her properly, but she'd seemed happy enough when he kissed her. Or maybe he was just bad at kissing? He had no frame of reference, really. His encounter the previous year certainly didn't count; he felt shame whenever he thought about it. What had he been thinking?

You won't know until you ask her, he thought as he made his way to the dungeon that passed for a classroom. Potions was Emma's favorite subject; he wasn't surprised she invited them here. She felt comfortable here, safe. And it wasn't likely they would be disturbed. Old Sluggy stayed away unless he was brewing a particularly difficult potion.

Emma was already there when he arrived. "Hello, lass."

She fidgeted, fingers threaded together. "Hi, Liam."

Her lower lip was swollen like she been chewing on it. The less than chivalrous part of him wanted to kiss those lips. He tamped it down. "Are you alright? I've missed you."

She looked stricken. "Can we wait until Killian gets here? There is something, but I really need to tell both of you."

"Of course." The air was thick with tension as they waited. As much as he wished to, he didn't approach her. She was as skittish as a nesting dragon; he didn't dare cross her.

They didn't have to wait long; Killian appeared a few minutes later. "I got held up by Filch. Old bugger is mad as a hornet."

Emma drank in the sight of the two boys who's come to mean so much to her. What she was there to say might send them away forever. She wanted to memorize the way they were looking at her now.

"Swan? We're both here now. Care to tell us what's going on?"

Emma didn't like to think of herself as an emotional person, but that didn't stop the lump from forming in her throat. "I'm sorry, guys. I know I've been a bad friend. I just…don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt either of you."

She wasn't making sense. Liam took a cautious step forward. "We're your friends, Emma. We would never abandon you, don't you know that?"

Killian moved closer too. "Emma, you can tell us anything," he said gently, repeating her words from days ago. "Just try, okay?"

She nodded. She could do this. She had to be brave. She survived the foster system; she could survive this too. "Okay. Just…before you say anything, please let me get this out." She drummed her fingers on the table. "You know how it feels, thinking you're finally got something you've always wanted?" The boys nodded, each giving her an encouraging smile. They had such gorgeous smiles, her heart ached. "Well, after the match on Saturday…I got something I've always wanted. Two things, in fact." Neither brother spoke, they simply listened. "Killian, you kissed me. And it was wonderful. I mean that. It was perfect. I've wanted to kiss you for a long time." She looked from his smiling face to Liam's filled with hurt and surprise. "But then, Liam, you kissed me. And I…I liked that too. A lot. Please believe me. I've wanted to kiss both of you and now it's happened and I don't know what to do about it."

The brothers stared at her, nonplussed. And hurt. Liam glanced away first, pained. So his brother had kissed her first. His own brother. He thought he would be more upset, but seeing how much this was hurting Emma tempered his own feelings. She truly was agonizing over this. She cared about both of them, he could see that. He never wanted to hurt her.

It all made sense now, Killian thought. He truly wasn't surprised that Liam was enamored with Emma too; she was an incredible woman. Despite her brittle personality with people she didn't know well, Killian had heard talk amongst the boys in their year. She was pretty, one of the best in their year, a catch for any lucky bloke. But she seemed to want them. Both of them. Which might seem strange, but given how close they already were, it made a certain kind of sense.

"I understand if you guys hate me," she said softly. "I kind of hate myself."

That instantly got their attention. "Emma, no," Liam said adamantly. "I could never hate you."

"Nor me, Swan," Killian added fervently. "You're my best friend. Like Liam said, we would never abandon you!"

"But what are we going to do?" she cried. "I can't…un-kiss you!" Her lip trembled. "All I've been able to think about is kissing you again." She looked from one to the other, an apology written in her features. "I'm so sorry, guys. I just feel like I've screwed everything up."

Killian shared a look with Liam; his brother looked the same way he felt. Emma was everything to them. It was killing them, seeing her so distressed. They approached her slowly, Killian taking her left hand, Liam her right. A single tear slid down her cheek. "You did nothing wrong, love," Killian said gently. "There's nothing wrong with following your heart."

As much as Liam wished she only wanted him, he could never deny her anything. "We're willing to give this a try, lass. If you are."

She blinked, confused. "What the three of us? Like me date…both of you?"

"Well, yeah. I believe that's what Killian suggested?"

Killian nodded. "Aye. If that's what you truly need to be happy, Swan. I can't bear seeing you like this."

"But how would that even work?"

Liam gave her a sardonic grin. "Seeing as we already spend most of our down time together anyway…probably not much different than things are now. Right, brother?" Seeing the hope in her eyes eased his hurt. He truly did want Emma to be happy. She deserved it, more than anyone else he knew.

"Except with more kissing?"

All three laughed, Emma shedding more tears. "Hmm, I think I'd like that. I really enjoyed the kissing."

They each brushed her tears away; Emma closed her eyes to compose herself. It seemed too good to be true, but she wanted what they were offering her. Desperately. She wanted to see where things could go. It may not be normal, but then again, neither was she.

"I'd really like to kiss you again, if that's alright." Emma smiled at Killian, nodding. She didn't let go of Liam's hand as Killian touched his lips to hers, his free hand sliding into her hair. Emma hummed against his lips, the happiness she'd felt in the changing room washing over her. When the kiss broke, she turned to Liam, who didn't waste another second. His kiss was clumsier, but she felt it all the way to her toes. "Wow."

"Good?"

She grinned; perhaps everything would be alright after all. "Very. Thanks for understanding. I would hate it if I lost you guys."

"That's never going to happen," Killian assured her. He smirked. "I guess the question now is: Emma, would you do us the honor of being our date on Valentine's Day?"

She grinned back, happier than she could have ever dreamed an hour ago. "I don't know," she teased. "I think you both should kiss me again. Just to make sure."

Fall 2009

The room was smaller than Liam hoped but Hogsmeade wasn't really known for its glittering accommodations. Still, it was only for a few days. He nudged their traveling trunk to the foot of the queen size bed; it was the largest one the inn had. The room clearly hadn't been designed for a party such as theirs. Fortunately for them, he was a wizard. Emma and Killian were still in the lobby of the quaint inn, finishing some lunch. Traveling via the Knight Bus was worse than playing Quidditch in storm, but a queasy stomach wasn't the reason he left early.

He was still uneasy about coming back. Only a few years ago, he loved visiting the village. It was always nice to get away from the castle for a few hours. There, he, Emma and Killian could hang out together and no one would even think twice. It was crucial in the early days of their romantic relationship. They'd been friends from the moment Emma stepped onto the Hogwarts Express; looking back, Liam supposed this was inevitable. He smiled to himself; even then his Emma was a spitfire. He'd never forget the way she stood up to their old nemesis, Spink.

He knew it was pointless to worry; there would always be bigoted people who would never understand what they had together. He needed to accept that and do what he could to make his love happy. And they were happy together, the three of them.

Still, they would be happier in a more comfortable bed. He whipped out his wand and muttered, "Engorgio," watching as the bed expanded just enough to accommodate all three of them comfortably. The idea of having separate rooms was simply unthinkable. They'd suffered through that enough at school, forced to sleep in separate dormitories.

"Hey you," Emma said, stepping into the room. "Everything okay?"

He nodded. "Aye, just checking on our accommodations."

"Bed too small again?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

She stepped into his arms, hugging him around the middle. "You're the best."

He kissed the crown of her head. "Anything for you, sweetling."

"Wanna take a walk through the village? For old times' sake?"

"Lead on, lass."

They met Killian in the foyer of the inn. "The other schools won't be here until tomorrow," he informed them. "So we've some time to kill."

"I wonder if they're going to come the way they did last time," Emma mused, slipping her hand into Killian's as they exited the inn. "Seems awfully dramatic."

"Not a fan of an enchanted ship and an enormous carriage pulled by winged beasts?"

"Hogwarts didn't do anything like that when we went to Durmstrang!" The last Triwizard Tournament had been held at the European school in the far north, during she and Killian's sixth year. Technically, both she and Liam had been old enough to put their names in to be the Hogwarts' champion, but they declined. If chosen, they would have had to spend the entire year at the foreign school and neither wanted to leave Killian. He was a few months shy of his seventeenth birthday; it wouldn't have been fair. Despite pressure from their respective Heads of House, they declined. Emma thought Slughorn might write her out of his infamous Slug Club, but she didn't dare explain her real reason for not attending the Tournament. Sure, the prize money would have been nice, but being with her boys was more important than any gold.

"The others will no doubt be sore if Hogwarts wins again. That would be four times running," Liam mused as they passed the Three Broomsticks.

"Harry doesn't think his counts," Emma said softly. "With what happened and everything." She only knew the bare bones of the story; her benefactor didn't like to talk about it, understandably. She didn't speak to the Boy Who Lived often, but Harry was very kind to her, encouraging her to take possession of his godfather's house. It's rightfully yours, he said to her years ago. Sirius would have really liked you. That eased her conscience about things. When she discovered she was a descendant of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, she was stunned to say the least. Emma, the girl who knew nothing about her past, was descended from famous wizards? It was almost as preposterous as finding out she was a witch! But Harry had shown her the family tree the Ministry compiled and there was no doubt. She felt uncomfortable accepting her inheritance, but Harry insisted, saying he had more than enough. He'd grown up an orphan too, after all.

"Afraid our friend doesn't get much say in the matter," Killian replied. "Although to be fair, I think Ginny agrees with him."

"I still hope Hogwarts wins," Liam said. "Would serve those stuffed up peacocks right."

"Don't tell me you're still sore about the last World Cup!" All three laughed; if there was one thing they were still passionate about (aside from each other, of course) it was Quidditch. They hadn't been able to attend the last World Cup, but they followed Ginny's reports avidly. They even still played a little, just for fun.

The village was busier than Emma remembered; they weren't the only ones in town for the opening of the Tournament. Liam got waylaid by someone from the Ministry, leaving Emma and Killian to loiter in front of the Hog's Head.

"Fancy a drink, love?" he teased, his hand solid at the base of her spine.

"Not in there. I don't think the floor's been properly scrubbed since the war!"

Killian laughed. "Is that any way to talk about a war hero, Swan?"

"Don't let him hear you say that," she hissed. "You know he doesn't like it." They knew exactly who the owner of the Hog's Head was, despite his attempts to hide it. Still, she respected his space.

Killian slid his arm around her waist. "I know. Things around here haven't changed much. Almost like it's frozen in time."

She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his middle. "I was fascinated the first time we came here. Remember?"

"Third year, right before Halloween," he recalled. "You tried to buy every sweet in Honeydukes!"

"I did not!" She giggled, resting her head on his shoulder. "Okay, maybe. But in my defense, Mrs. Tremaine wouldn't let us have sweets. She said they would rot our teeth. When she bothered to pay us any attention at all." At the end of Emma's first year, she was placed with a wizarding family, a reform instituted after the war. She found out later, Harry was one of the prime proponents of the new law. She was grateful, despite her new family's lack of interest in her. It allowed her to stay close to her friends. And in truth, she had no desire to return to America.

"I hate that she was so awful to you, darling."

"Awful would imply she cared. It wasn't that bad. I had Ashley during the summers. And I got to see you guys. Trust me, Boston was worse."

He rubbed her back soothingly; the past was the past. They were together now and they were happy. That was all that mattered. "It's a bit surreal, being back. Don't you think?"

"A little? I think it will hit me more when we're in the castle."

"Still, a lot of memories here."

She smiled; she would much rather focus on the positive. The less time given to their painful final months of school, the better. They showed all those people. They were still together, happier than ever. "You know what my favorite one is?"

"What's that?"

"Our first date."

Killian grinned. That had been a good day. "Perhaps you'd be up to recreating it? I have to cover the Tournament tomorrow, but Sunday is all ours."

"I would love that. Can we still get to the Shrieking Shack?"

"We're going to the Shrieking Shack?" Liam walked over to them, a bemused expression on his face. "Whatever for, love?"

"Um, Killian suggested we recreate our first date."

Liam's face lit up. "That does sound like fun."

"Think it'll have a happier ending this time?" she said, tongue firmly in cheek.

Liam smirked. "The way I remember it, it had a pretty happy ending."

"We certainly didn't waste much time," Killian joked.

"When you know what you want…" Emma murmured, her teeth biting gently on his ear.

"Careful, love."

"Maybe I don't want to wait until Sunday for a happy ending."

"Minx." So much for their walk. Emma grabbed each of their hands and coaxed them back toward the inn. Not that they needed much coaxing. She was intoxicating, their Swan.

Valentine's Day 2004

"Emma, are you alright?" Ashley asked as they sat down for breakfast.

"Why wouldn't I be?" She grabbed some bacon and fruit from the golden plates, purposely shoving some into her mouth. Truthfully, she was nervous. Later that morning, she was supposed to join the brothers Jones for their first real date. All week they'd been stealing moments together, one or the other dragging her into the shadows between classes for a rushed make out session. They deliberately stayed away from each other the night before, the boys wanting it to be romantic for her. Didn't they know she didn't need all that?

"I don't know. You've been acting weird lately."

"I'm fine. Really." Only her future happiness was at stake. If they couldn't make this date work, what hope did they have? Now that they seemed to be all in on the idea of her dating them, Emma wanted it. Badly. She wanted them to work.

"If you say so."

"Where's Sean taking you?" A change of subject was exactly what she needed. Ashley's Gryffindor boyfriend was just the thing.

"Madame Puddifoot's, I think. Cliched, but sweet, I guess."

"Cut him some slack," Emma advised. "It's your first Valentine's together. He's probably a nervous wreck." Were her boys nervous?

They talked more about Ashley's date, even as Emma surreptitiously scanned the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables for her boys. Killian met her gaze first, offering her a little wave. She blushed; he had a wide dimpled grin on his face. He was happy. Emma just prayed he stayed that way. It took her a bit longer to find Liam over at the Ravenclaw table, bent over his morning porridge. She couldn't get a read on his mood. Was he regretting his choice to be with her?

Liam was a nervous wreck. He'd snapped at a pair of first years that morning, for no reason at all honestly. He was trying to catch up on some of his neglected work, reading a long essay on the history of the Unforgivable Curses. Sure, the first years were a little loud, but that wasn't any reason to take his anxiety out on them. He was alternately excited for and terrified by his upcoming date with Emma. On one hand, it could be the culmination of everything he'd ever dreamed of these last couple of years. But it could also go horribly wrong. He didn't want that. He wanted her to be happy.

He felt her eyes on him. Slowly, he looked up; her green eyes looked concerned. He tried to smile, but he'd never felt like this. He'd pushed aside his feelings for Emma for so long; it was overwhelming to give them free reign. Knowing that she felt the same? Even if he shared her affections with his brother? Yeah, Liam Jones was scared out of his mind.

At eleven o'clock the older students gathered in the entrance hall. Emma walked to Hogsmeade with her best friends plenty of times in the past but she knew this time was different. She waited her turn, Filch checking her face against his list, like he hadn't done it over a dozen times before. Once he pronounced her free to go, she hurried through the doors and into the cold.

Killian and Liam were waiting for her, looking very handsome in matching navy blue peacoats and jeans.

"Um, hi."

They both grinned at her, Liam looked calmer. "Hello, love."

"You, uh, look nice."

"So do you," Liam said sincerely.

"You can't see under my coat, silly."

"Not yet."

She laughed; just like that, the tension was broken. She wanted to hold their hands or…something, but they'd decided that it would be better to keep a low profile when they were around others. There was no need to draw extra attention to themselves.

Killian scratched behind his ear. "Shall we?"

"Yeah." Linking arms was innocent enough, right? She'd done that plenty of times. They strolled down the path toward the village, just enjoying each other's company. Emma felt the subtle shift in them, their easy friendly banter replaced by an electricity she couldn't describe. She felt it when they kissed her, the hum under her skin, the anticipation. Something was going to happen; she just didn't know what. "Where are we going?"

"The Three Broomsticks. That alright?"

She let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't that she didn't like the Madame Puddifoot's (not that she ever had a reason to go there before) but it was supposed to be cheesy and romantic, especially on Valentine's Day. At least, that's what her friends told her. That kind of atmosphere didn't feel like them.

"Killian wanted to go to that blasted tea shop," Liam informed her. "But I talked him 'round."

"I thought it might be romantic," Killian protested.

Emma squeezed his arm gently. "I don't need all that," she promised him. "I just want to spend time together."

They arrived at the pub a little while later, getting a table in the corner by the big window. Killian went up to the bar to fetch them some butterbeers and snacks. Liam helped Emma with her wool coat, swallowing heavily when he finally got a glimpse of her dress. It was a deep red, surely in honor of the holiday, her pale perfect shoulders exposed, long sleeved, the skirt ending just above the knee. Her golden hair fell in loose waves except for a braid that encircled her head like a crown.

"Liam?"

"Apologies, love. You're…just so beautiful."

She flushed prettily. "Thanks." She reached out, touching her palm to his. "Do you really like it?"

He wanted to kiss every inch of pale skin the dress exposed. "Aye, I love it."

A low whistle got her attention. Killian stood there dumbstruck, three butterbeers in his hands. "Wow."

Her cheeks burned. "Yeah?"

He nodded fervently. "Yeah."

Emma scooped her skirt under her legs and settled in her chair, Liam pushing it in for her like a gentleman. She bit her lip, the corners of her mouth quirking up in a secret pleased smile. This was really happening! She was on romantic date with her boys! Liam sat to her right, Killian to her left, the latter sliding their butterbeers in front of them. "I took the liberty of getting us something to eat."

"I hope it's nothing heavy. I'm not that hungry."

"You hardly ate at breakfast, love," Killian scolded softly.

"You saw that? I was…nervous, I guess."

"Oh, thank Merlin," Liam muttered. "I thought it was just me."

She tilted her head, curious. "You're nervous?"

"Bloody terrified, actually."

She smiled softly, glancing around quickly to make sure no one was watching. Then she picked up his hand and pressed her lips to his palm. He swallowed audibly, his heart beating faster. "Still nervous?"

"I think I'm feeling something else right now."

She smiled coyly. "Me too." She turned to Killian, lightly brushing her lips…well, she was aiming for his cheek, but she touched the corner of his lips. He groaned softly, his hand sliding over her thigh.

"Emma…"

"No Swan?" she teased.

"I'm not sure you want to know what I'm thinking about right now, love."

She touched his hand under the table. "Hmm, I'm pretty sure I do."

"Minx," Liam swore under his breath. If he'd known it would be like this, he might have kissed her sooner.

"You can touch too." She reached under the table to rest his hand on her thigh. She shivered, the warmth of their hands almost like a brand, soaking through her dress. She felt a little naughty, having them touch her right under everyone's noses. This was something she imagined only in her filthiest dreams.

Liam had to close his eyes to compose himself; ten minutes into this date and she was trying to kill him. He didn't know how long he could last without kissing her senseless. "Emma…"

She let go and grabbed her butterbeer. "Sorry."

"No!" They exclaimed at nearly the same instant, momentarily garnering the attention of some of their neighbors. When the curious went back to their own conversations, Killian leaned in by her ear. "Don't apologize, lass. It's just…the things I want, the things I've imagined…it's a little overwhelming. But you are perfect."

A flush crept up her chest. "No, I'm not."

"I'm afraid I need to agree with Killian," Liam murmured. "I've dreamt of this for so long."

They were interrupted by the arrival of their snacks; the conversation moved to slightly less emotional topics. She really wanted to be alone with them, truly alone, to see where things could lead. They already knew each other so well; the new direction of their relationship was exciting. But it wasn't one they could indulge in public.

Snacks consumed, hands worked their way under her skirt, stroking her bare skin. She suppressed a shiver, her throat suddenly dry. Even those brief touches were so much more intense than anything she could have dreamed. Her nipples stiffened under the fabric of her dress, her breathing got shallow. She needed to get out of there before they slipped. She reached down and grabbed their hands, giving them a slight squeeze. "Who wants to get out of here?" Both brothers nodded. "Give me a sec?"

"We'll meet you outside, love."

Emma smiled gratefully. "This isn't over, you know."

"Good to know." Killian was already half hard in his pants; she was a terrible tease. But he loved it. He definitely was enjoying this change in their relationship. What was more, it felt right.

Emma grabbed her coat and headed for the ladies' room. It was crowded; she had to wait her turn. She didn't mind too much; it gave her a chance to calm down. Was it her imagination or were they just as attracted to her as she to them? Things were escalating quickly, which both excited her and scared her a little. She had no idea how to do this, how to be a girlfriend.

All she did know was that if they didn't relieve the tension soon, she might explode.

It was cold out, which did a good job to cooling the brothers off. Seeing Emma in that dress rather than her usual jeans or uniform was disconcerting. Liam didn't know how Killian felt about it, but it was driving him mad, his mind going in a thousand different directions at once. They hadn't done anything more than kiss so far, but he'd felt her lush curves against him in the dark corridors. He could only imagine how lovely she would be nude. Stop it, Jones, he scolded himself. It's just a ruddy first date!

That may be, but he was sure Emma felt it too. Whatever was between them was going to be difficult to resist.

"There you are." Killian's dimples flashed as he smiled at her. Emma smiled back, a vision even bundled up in her coat. He offered his arm, which she took. "Where would the lady like to go now?"

As much as she wanted to be alone with them, it might be too fast. "Honeydukes?"

"Sweets it is." It was too cold for many to be out and about; most of the students were crammed into the various shops. Honeydukes was even more crowded than the Three Broomsticks; the poor witch who ran the place looked frazzled. Emma hung back while her boys braved the throng, eventually returning with all her favorites.

"You got enough to feed a small army!" she protested. "That's too much."

"It's enough to tide you over until our next visit," Liam corrected. "It's a gift, love."

She blushed. "Is that your way of asking me out on another date, Liam?" she whispered.

"Would you say yes?"

She glanced around; everyone was busy. She kissed each of them swiftly on the cheek. "Yes."

Killian slipped her gifted sweets into her coat pockets. "This one's not over," he reminded her. "I don't know about you, Swan, but it's a bit…crowded?"

She smiled back. "Yeah, it is. Have something in mind?"

"Maybe." He leaned in next to her ear. "Feel up to sneaking into the Shrieking Shack?"

A shiver ran down her spine. The Shrieking Shack? It was technically off limits to students, out of bounds. But she enjoyed breaking the rules. And if it got her alone with them… "Let's see how sneaky you are, Jones."

Fall 2009

Emma smoothed down her skirt then checked her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't believe they were doing this! She didn't have a replica of her now infamous red dress with her, but what she did have was almost as good. Another off the shoulder dress, sleeveless, belled skirt that flared from her hips. This one was blue, a sparking sky blue that reminded her of their eyes. She did her hair the exact same way she had all those years ago, remembering how much they liked it.

The ceremony to open the Triwizard Tournament had gone off without a hitch; the trio joining the other adult spectators as Professor McGonagall plucked the champions' names out of the Goblet of Fire. Emma had never seen it in person; she'd jumped a little when the dancing blue flames glowed red just as a name popped out. When the Hogwarts' champion's name was announced, she couldn't help a tiny puff of pride. Not simply for Hogwarts, but for her House. A girl named Felicity Abbott had been chosen, the first in her family to be Sorted into Slytherin.

"Hannah's going to love this," Killian muttered under his breath, his quill scribbling everything down furiously.

"Hey, it's the first time a Slytherin has been selected in more than a hundred years!"

"I'll make sure to note that in the article, Swan."

Emma did her very best to make him forget all about the Tournament that night when they returned to their room. She was pleased to say it worked spectacularly.

Official business complete, the trio was free to enjoy themselves. The Knight Bus wouldn't be there to return them to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place until early the next morning; the boys both had to be in their respective offices by noon. She had the day off, but she thought she might go to Diagon Alley and get to work cleaning out her new storefront. The sooner she could open the doors, the better.

The early November afternoon was chilly; she opted for a wrap rather than her coat. She was certain the brothers Jones would have no trouble keeping her warm. She found them at the bottom of the stairs, breathtakingly handsome in Muggle suits and ties. "What's all this?"

"Can't we dress properly to escort our lady for the evening?"

She looked them up and down; they looked good enough to eat. "Yeah, I just…didn't expect it, is all."

Liam leaned down by her ear. "We've come a long way in five years, wouldn't you agree?"

She beamed; this was going to be a very good evening. "Shall we then?" This time there was no hesitation; she slipped her arm through Liam's and her hand into Killian's. They no longer hid what they were to each other. They received a couple of raised brows as they exited the inn, but they were used to that. It was a short brisk walk to the Three Broomsticks, where they were greeted warmly by old Madame Rosmerta.

"I've got your table right over here, loves. I must say it is good to see you!" Madame Rosmerta was one of the few who stood by them from the beginning, making it clear that anyone who harassed the trio would not be welcome in her pub. Emma was fond of her.

They were certainly old enough for something stronger than butterbeer, but in the spirit of the evening, that's what they ordered. Killian helped her with her wrap, giving her a once over with those intense blue eyes. She spun around, to give them the full effect. "You like it?"

"Very much." As Liam slid her chair under her, Killian leaned over. "And I can't wait to get you out of it."

Emma shivered, and not from cold. "Patience, Jones." She leaned over and kissed him sweetly. "Wait 'til you see what's under this."

He growled low in his throat; some things never changed. Emma was a tease then and she was a temptress now. The butterbeer and snacks they ordered arrived, putting a break on the building tension. Liam kept his wand hidden under the table, casting the Muffilato charm the moment the Rosmerta was gone. "There, no one will bother us."

"They can still see us," she whispered, a zing of anticipation shooting up her spine.

The pub was still decorated for Halloween; Killian waved his wand at a life size scarecrow that stood near them. It glided over the stone floor, stopping right in front of them. It wasn't a perfect screen, but it was enough. "Better now?"

"You two are impossible."

"And you, lass, are irresistible." Killian cupped her cheek and drew her in for a kiss, his tongue sliding over the seam of her lips. She opened automatically, a soft whine in her throat. She felt them touching her under the table, her skirt gradually bunching around her waist.

"Here?" she whispered.

"What's wrong with here?" Killian drew circles on the inside of her thigh as she turned her head to kiss Liam. Her body hummed with need as he sucked greedily on her tongue, his fingers dancing along the sensitive spot behind her knee.

"I've been waiting all day to do that," Liam murmured, lips caressing her jaw.

"You can kiss me anytime," she reminded him. "In fact, kissing's encouraged."

He chuckled softly. "I know, but it's more exciting like this, don't you think?"

She was about to simply suggest they skip the rest of this charade and get back to their room with its fluffy bed when they abruptly took their hands away. "Hey!"

"Patience." Killian threw her a wicked smirk, promptly downing half his butterbeer. "We're here to enjoy ourselves, sweetheart."

"Funny, I thought we were here to relieve old times and have kinky sex."

"That too. Now eat up. You're going to need your strength."

Huffing with frustration, she did as he bid. And it was fun, people watching the other patrons, reminiscing about their school days. And they didn't leave her alone, touching her just enough to keep her on edge. She had to admit it was intoxicating.

True to their word, the trio went on to Honeydukes next, where Emma selected a few choice treats for herself. Since it wasn't an official Hogsmeade weekend up at the school, the shops were pretty empty. Licorice wands, sugar quills and Fudge Flies all made their way into Emma's bag. Unlike most wizards, she wasn't fond of Bernie Botts' Every Flavor Beans. Or at least she wasn't now. Not after that "prank" at the end of sixth year. Fortunately, she paid back the mistreatment in kind before she left school.

The boys relaxed, allowing her to select and taste to her heart's content. It was a pleasure to simply watch her eyes light up as Mrs. Flume offered her a sample of some new sweets they were testing. Their Swan had a sweet tooth, which made her the perfect test subject.

"Is your story going to be in the evening Prophet, brother?" Liam asked, leaning on one of the display cases.

"Aye. I hope I didn't wake you this morning. I wanted to get it to Ginny before anyone else was up."

Liam was used to his brother's late nights working on a story. "No, it's fine. This is a huge opportunity for you. I don't want you to waste it."

"First task is in a month's time. Thing should be quiet until then."

"Any idea what it's going to be?" He'd had a chance to try for champion during his seventh year and declined. He and Emma both chose Killian over "eternal glory." He never regretted it, but he was curious.

"Not a one. I imagine I won't find out for a few weeks."

"Well, they should tell you soon, since you'll be commentating."

Killian was trying not to think about that. He'd hate it if he humiliated himself in front of everyone. "I hope so."

Liam knew his brother well. "Relax, Killian. You'll be fine. Emma and I will be right there with you, I promise."

"We'll be where?"

Killian smiled, reaching out to tuck her into his side. "We were talking about the first task, love."

"Of course we'll be there." She kissed his cheek. "And I know for a fact George and Angelina are coming too. He was so excited when I told him."

"Really?"

"You're gonna be great. You'll see." She understood perfectly why Killian was nervous, but she believed in him. "Come on, let's get out of here."

The trio exited the shop and headed down High Street, pausing long enough to drop Emma's bag of sweets at the inn's front desk. Dusk came early at the time of year; soon torches were the only source of light. Emma thought it was oddly romantic. One of the shops had the wizarding wireless playing; on a whim, Emma drew them into an alley, allowing the music to drift over them.

"Lass?"

"Dance with me."

"Here?"

"What's wrong with here?" She smiled, spinning into Liam's arms. He took her hand, his other settling on her waist as they began to slowly sway. "See?"

Liam chuckled. "I've never been much of a dancer, darling."

"That's okay." She stood up on her toes (even in heels her Liam towered over her), gently brushing her lips over his. The kiss quickly deepened, his strong arms holding her steady. Emma clutched the lapel of his jacket, her knees weakening.

It was dark in the alley; Killian could hear them more than see them. But even those few sounds were enough. "Swan…"

She broke the kiss, her whole body tingling in anticipation. Liam nudged her into Killian's arms, their mouths clashing in a heated kiss. They stumbled toward the wall of the shop, Emma's hands sliding under his jacket even as Liam pressed up against her back. This was her favorite place to be, trapped between her boys in a needy embrace, their hands wandering her body.

Her head fell back against Liam's solid chest as Killian peppered her exposed throat with scratchy kisses. She'd bear the marks tomorrow and it made her shiver. "Room?" she breathed.

"We promised you a recreation of our first date," Liam scolded softly. "And you're going to get it."

It was time to steal over to the Shrieking Shack.

Valentine's Day 2004

She did not have the right shoes for this. Since it was so cold, she hadn't worn her only pair of heels for her date; she didn't want to do something so humiliating as fall. So she wore a fancy pair of ballet flats that she secretly borrowedfrom Ashley. Emma prayed they weren't too scuffed for her to fix when they got back to the castle.

"Just a wee bit farther, lass," Killian assured her, hand clasped tightly around hers. No one saw them steal over the stone fence, but they couldn't be too careful. They only had a couple more hours before they had to return to Hogwarts.

"You better…make this…worth my while," she puffed, finally stepping into the shadow of the old Shack. Emma knew it wasn't haunted or any other nonsense, but it was out of bounds. She was discovering why. Still, her heart beat a little faster, anticipating what was to come.

"No one's been here in years," Liam muttered, pushing open the creaky wooden door. He ushered the others inside, cringing as Emma brushed away some cobwebs.

"No wonder," Emma muttered. She fished out her wand and cast as few cleaning spells, sweeping the dust and cobwebs away. "Where to now?"

"Upstairs would be my guess." Killian led the way, inwardly groaning at every sound the old house made. It would be terrible form for them to get caught now, just when things were starting to get interesting.

There wasn't much to see; most of the rooms were empty. No furniture, no mirrors, only a very basic kitchen. What had this place been used for? Emma thought she heard Harry mention it once when he was talking to his godson, Teddy, but she hadn't been paying very close attention. Everything was filthy. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea…

"Now that's more like it."

"What?" Emma peeked around Killian's lanky frame, finding a room with a bed. Granted the sheets and hangings were in tatters and covered in dust, but it was still a bed. "Oh."

"Nice work, brother," Liam said, entering behind them. "I thought there must be something."

"But why?"

"Does it matter right now?"

Emma bit her lip. "It might belong to someone?"

Liam's face grew serious. "Emma, if you don't want to do this, we can go right back to the castle. No harm done."

"No! I mean, yes, I want to." She squeezed his hand. "I really want to." She wanted to know if their touch felt as good as it did in her dreams.

"Give us a few minutes to get things cleaned up." He leaned down to tenderly kissed her brow, a gesture that make her heart ache with…something. As she shrugged out of her coat, Liam worked on repairing the bed while Killian got a fire lit in the hearth. Emma's previously cast cleaning spells got out most of the grime and dust, leaving the room relatively clean. She moved in front of the fire, holding out her hands to warm them.

"Cold?" Killian murmured. He was right behind her, hands resting lightly on her waist.

"A little." She felt him encircle her waist, his warmth pressed against her back. "Hmm, that's nice."

"We can still go back to the castle, love. We don't have to do anything you don't want."

Before she could speak, Liam appeared. "Anything that happens is up to you, Emma."

She smiled; it really was sweet of them. But she wanted this. Well, maybe not everything she'd dreamed about. They had time for that, at least she hoped. There were some precautions she wanted to take before things went too far. She wanted to touch and be touched and she wanted it with them. To prove her resolve, she turned in Killian's arms and kissed him. He growled in surprise, but quickly drew her flush against his body. "Bloody hell, I've dreamed of being alone with you, Swan."

"Me too. Wanted this for so long." She clutched at his sweater, even as her other hand reached for Liam. He fused his mouth to hers, his palm rough on her exposed skin. Suddenly, she wasn't cold anymore; she was burning up.

"The bed. Let's get her to the bed."

Liam scooped her up and carried her, laying her out more tenderly than she expected. The sheets were soft under her fingertips; Liam did an excellent job repairing them. But then again, he always was an overachiever. They stretched out on either side of her, their mouths within kissing distance. It was heady, moving from one to the other, their hands caressing her body.

"May I?"

Emma looked down at where Killian was pointing. "Yes." He moved to the end of the bed, carefully removing her shoes. Her heart sped up; the way he looked at her set her skin on fire. "Help me with my dress?"

Liam stared at her in awe. "Truly?"

"Yes, silly, or it's going to get wrinkled." Now they were here, her fears were melting away. With them, she was safe. She sat up so Liam could unzip her and help her shimmy out of the garment. Their mutual groans took her by surprise and she curled in on herself a little. "Something wrong?"

Liam took her hands, easing them away from her body. "Not a thing, lass. You're just…stunning."

Embarrassment burned in her cheeks and she wasn't even completely naked yet. "Really?"

Killian appeared at her side, tilting her chin up so she could see his eyes. "You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He kissed her tenderly, but she couldn't resist him. Emma deepened the kiss, nearly pulling him down on top of her.

"I want to see you too. Please?"

"As you wish." Killian straightened up—no small feat given his very uncomfortable trousers—and yanked the sweater over his head. Emma instinctively licked her lips, very much liking what she saw. His chest was dusted with hair, dark, with a trail down to his pants. He was lanky, but wiry; he would fill out nicely as they got older, even she could see that.

Liam peeled his sweater off too, gratified by Emma's audible gasp. The seductive way she wet her lips went straight to his cock, which now stood at full mast. How many times had he imagined her pale perfect skin? Now she lay in front of him clad in nothing more than a strapless bra and panties. Panties that were rapidly becoming wet. He touched her knee, fingers sliding inside her thigh. Emma bit her lip, her knees falling open. "Yes," she whispered.

He stroked the delicate skin, marveling at how soft she was. The wet spot in her panties grew; she wriggled a bit under his touch. "Do you like that?"

She nodded mutely, ending all pretense by spreading her legs wider. She looked at Killian pleadingly and reached for him. He rapidly finished shucking his trousers, eager to touch her. She took his hand and guided it to her core, encouraging him to rub her. In moments, two sets of fingers stroked her through the cotton, causing her to arch off the bed. "Oh my god," she gasped. "Just like that."

"Like this?" Liam found an especially sensitive nub, rubbing it quickly.

"Yes!" She palmed her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric, hungry for her peak. It was so much more than expected, her blood boiling. "Don't stop, please!"

They were stunned when she suddenly went rigid, a hoarse scream tumbling from her lips. For a moment, Killian thought they hurt her, but she lay there with a lazy smile on her face. "Lass?"

"That was amazing."

"It was?"

"Mmhmm." She opened her eyes, thee green sparkling like emeralds. They made her feel that way. "I can't wait to do it again."

Both brothers groaned, watching mesmerized as she sat up slowly and removed her remaining clothes. She settled on her knees, beckoning Liam with a crook of her finger. He went willingly, hungry for her. She kissed him languidly, a little sloppy; he jerked as her hand rested on his crotch. "Emma…"

"I told you. I want to see you. Both of you. Please?"

He would do anything she asked; he knew that now. As she turned to kiss his brother, he hurried to remove his pants and shoes, leaving him completely naked. Emma pushed Killian's pants down herself, moaning as he touched her intimately. "Killian…"

"Fuck, I've wanted this," he breathed. Then he felt his cheeks grow hot as she stared.

Emma moved back a bit, lip caught between her teeth; her body throbbed with unfamiliar want as she examined them in all their naked glory. Both were fully erect, larger than she expected, not that she had any frame of reference. Long, thick, nestled in dark curly hair. "Um, wow."

Liam had to fight the urge to cover himself. This wasn't a castle wench, this was Emma. The girl he'd pined after for years. She was looking at him like that, like she wanted to devour him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." She smiled hopefully. "May I touch?"

"Merlin, I thought you'd never ask." He waited with bated breath as she approached, her delicate hand curling around him. He bit back a groan; she was so warm.

"Is this okay?" He was hard, hard yet soft, skin like velvet. She'd never felt anything like it.

"Aye," he bit out. "But don't be afraid. You won't hurt me."

She bit her lip, but did as he asked. Bracing her free hand on his chest, they came together in a kiss; it was less fumbling, more heated, as they learned what the other liked. She could feel him rocking into her hand; it made her feel powerful. "Killian, please?"

He was helpless against those eyes. He nudged over, groaning loudly as she encircled him with her right hand. "That's it, love. Just like that." He could hardly believe it, his Swan touching him at last. It felt incredible…he had to kiss her. He cupped her cheeks and drew her lips to his, nipping softly. "Imagined this so many times, lass."

"Me too. Me too."

Liam felt like he was going to explode and yet he wasn't ready for the night to end. "Stop, lass. Please."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no, I just…don't want to come yet. Want to feel you."

"Um…"

He touched his finger to her lips. "Not tonight, love. Certainly, not here."

"But soon?" Now that she had an idea what it could feel like, she wanted everything.

"Once we find a proper bed, we'll talk about it, yeah?"

"Okay." She glanced at Killian, who looked wrecked. "You know I want you, right? I only want the two of you."

He nodded, grabbing her by the hips and settling her in his lap. "Can you feel how much I want you, Swan? Just you." He groaned as she slid over him, her flesh wet and slick. "Fuck."

She rarely heard him curse, but it only made her hotter. She looped her arms around his neck and rolled her hips instinctively, shivering in pleasure. "Oh," she breathed. "Oh yes."

"That's it, nice and slow. Do what feels good." He held her firmly, hands on her pert arse for the first time. He could hardly enjoy it as she couldn't stop kissing him. Somehow they wound up flat on the bed, Emma grinding over his cock in ways he'd never imagined. His eyes rolled back in his head; the pleasure was almost too much.

Emma moved on instinct, reacting to his sighs and moans. Her eyes searched for Liam who leaned against one of the tall posters, his cock in his hand. She whimpered as she watched him stroke himself, fingers dancing over the thick shaft. How would they even fit inside her? She didn't know but she needed to find out. Her body hummed with arousal, another climax building low in belly. "Oh, I think…again…god, I'm so close," she panted, her hips moving in tandem with Killian's, the hard ridge of him rubbing her deliciously.

Killian cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing the swollen nipples. "Let go, Swan. Take me with you. You feel so good."

In seconds she was overwhelmed, bucking against him as she peaked again, a soft cry on her lips. Killian rutted against her, out of control, his seed spurting wetly across his belly as he saw stars. Her name fell from his lips like a prayer; he'd never felt a high like that. It was all due to the amazing woman atop him.

Emma rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart thumping wildly. She felt wonderful, a pleasant buzz under her skin. Lazily she brushed her lips over his chest. "That was…" She smiled at him. "Amazing."

He threaded his fingers through her hair, coaxing her lips to his. She tasted sweet. "Thank you, love."

She hummed, giving him one last kiss before turning her gaze to Liam. Killian squeezed her hand in understanding. Her happiness was all he wanted. His grin widened when she squeezed back.

Emma crawled over to where Liam sat, but he simply shook his head. When she paused, he surprised her by pouncing. Emma giggled madly, sighing as he kissed her. Her happiness melted into need as his hard length rubbed deliciously over her swollen flesh. "Liam…god."

"Want you so much, lass." He kissed her hard; despite his earlier assurance, it would be so easy. He could have her, right here, right now. But he restrained himself; he didn't deserve her maidenhead. Nor would he take away her choice in the matter. He was determined to do right by her. But sweet Merlin did she feel incredible against him.

She grabbed his neck, kissing him deeply. "Me too," she whimpered, hitching her leg over his hip. "So much."

"Loved watching you with Killian," he hissed his ear. "You're magnificent, lass." It wasn't something he expected, but he had to admit she was a vision.

Emma moaned softly, canting her hips into his. "Please, Liam. Need…" She felt like she was burning up, yet another wave rising inside her, nails digging into his biceps.

He winced in pain, but it excited him. He ground harder, faster, chasing his own high. "Tell me what you need, lass."

She locked her ankles at the small of his back, moving with him. "Faster," she panted. "Faster!"

He heeded her as best he could; he was drowning in pleasure. He captured her lips in a kiss, swallowing her cry of completion. He grunted, his cock swelling as he exploded, coating her skin in his essence. He rolled off before he could crush her, a little embarrassed that he made such a mess.

Emma hummed pleasantly, wonderfully sated and happy. She felt lips on her skin, a warm body to her right. "Look at you, darling," Killian murmured in her ear. "Such a mess."

She grinned. "Like you?" She turned her head and kissed him.

"We should get you cleaned up," Liam mumbled from the left.

She caught a note of embarrassment in his voice. "Hey," she said, reaching out. She was a little shy at first, but if she was safe with anyone, it was them. "It's okay. I wanted this."

He kissed her palm. "I know. I just didn't want to get my hopes up too high."

"And now?"

Now I think I am well and truly lost to you, my love, he thought but didn't say. "Those hopes are pretty much sky high, lass." He smiled at her, utterly bewitched by her.

"Liam is right though; we should get you cleaned up." Killian found his wand on the floor, conjuring some towels out of thin air. He handed a couple to Emma for cleaning, while he used one on himself. Once they were clean, he handed Emma her clothes. The trio dressed silently, each lost in their own thoughts.

"What time is it?" Emma asked, breaking the silence.

Killian looked at his watch. "Nearly five."

"Can we stay for a few minutes? I don't want to go back yet." Going back meant breaking their bubble, where it was just them and this new thing between them. She didn't want to let that go.

"Of course, love."

Emma surprised him by stretching out on the bed; she patted the space on either side of her. The brothers did as she bid, cuddling up beside her. "Is this okay?"

"I think you've been on the wrong date if you think this isn't okay, sweetling," Liam murmured, wrapping his arm loosely around her waist.

She laughed. "I really had fun. Even before…this."

Killian caressed her cheek. "I did too. Even if we hadn't come here, I can't wait for us to go out again."

She blinked rapidly, her heart full to bursting. "I'd like that."

"As would I," Liam chimed in.

Emma turned a little to place a chaste kiss to his lips. "Thank you both so much for understanding. I'm really happy."

"That's all we'll ever want for you, lass. Your heart's desire."

November 2009

Five years later, she faced the exact same dilemma. Creeping through an overgrown path in less that desirable shoes. Fortunately, Emma was a much more experienced witch this time. A quick wave of her wand transfigured her heels into sturdy boots, allowing her to steal through the overgrowth in much more stealthy fashion. The setting sun helped too.

It was dusk by the time they reached the hidden door. Killian ushered Emma inside while Liam watched for observers. He didn't see anyone, but they couldn't be too careful. They may not be students anymore, but they didn't exactly enjoy drawing attention to themselves. They just wanted to live their lives in peace like another other happy relationship.

"Lumos," Emma muttered as the door shut behind Liam. The boys lit their wands too, giving them at least some light to see. "Well, you got me here. Now what?"

"Now, love, the fun can begin. If you'll allow me?" Killian offered her his arm again, leading her up the stairs. She had a strong sense of déjà vu; had it really only been five years since their first fateful date? It felt like a lifetime. Only now, Emma was older and wiser; she knew exactly what she wanted, what excited her.

The trouble was, the brothers Jones knew too.

"It looks the same," she said in awe. "How?"

Liam smiled proudly. "I may have crept over here while you were napping, lass. Wanted everything to be perfect."

She hugged him tight as Killian lit the fire in the hearth. "Thank you so much."

"My pleasure." It was worth it, just to see her smile at him like that. He tipped her chin up, lightly skimming her lips with his. Her stomach flip flopped, the mixture of tenderness and love overwhelming. She chased his lips automatically, eager for more, barely pausing as she felt warm hands peel away her wrap.

"Did you bring the supplies, brother?" Killian asked quietly, fingers brushing bare skin.

Liam grunted in reply, unwilling to stop kissing her. Emma wove her fingers into his curls, forcing his mouth down to her throat, sighing as he bathed her skin with kisses. "Supplies?" she panted.

"You didn't think we'd repeat everything, now did you?" Killian purred. He could have undone her laces with magic, but there were some things that needed to be done by hand. Undressing his lover happened to be one of them.

Emma mewled, clutching Liam's arms as she felt their hands move over her body. She hoped they enjoyed their gift.

"Bloody hell," Liam cursed, getting an eyeful of the bright red corset and bottoms she wore underneath her fancy gown. It looked like she was poured into it, the lace and silk accentuating her luscious form. He couldn't stop from touching her, his broad hands roving over her belly. "Emma."

She gave them a saucy grin, her hands wrapping around their ties. "You like it?"

Both brothers gulped audibly. "Aye," they said in unison.

"I thought so." She climbed into the large bed, kneeling near the edge, knees spread. Using the tie, she dragged Killian's mouth to hers, gratified when he groaned. "Now what's this about supplies?"

It took him a moment to realize she'd spoken. "Just a few things we thought you might enjoy."

She wet her lips in anticipation. "I hope one of them is my plug." It was a new toy she was working on; she loved testing her creations out on her boys. How else would she know if they worked?

Liam couldn't resist; he reached out a big hand to cup her ass, giving her a deft squeeze. "Aren't we naughty tonight?"

Her core throbbed with need. "I want both of you to fuck me," she declared in a low voice. "I need to feel you inside me, right here." This was the first place they found pleasure together; how better to revisit that than with the ultimate union? "But first…I get to play. Liam, would you hand me my wand?"

He eagerly did as she bid, pressing the thin wood into her hand. She instructed them to sit, one at either end of the bed. Liam was about to ask what she planned when she hissed, "Incarcerous." Ropes appeared out of thin air, binding the brothers' wrists to each of the four posters. Killian groaned aloud, unable to stop the frisson of desire that shot down his spine. He made a show of struggling, even though Emma's spellwork was always excellent.

"Too tight?"

They shook their heads. Emma grinned broadly, already turned on by the sight of her lovers bound for her pleasure. Tucking her wand into the waistband of her panties, she crawled over to Liam, kneeling between his splayed thighs. Slowly, she loosened his tie, then his shirt, giving her a delicious view of his broad hairy chest. "Do you remember what we did here?" she whispered in his ear. "Rutting and grinding until I was covered in your cum? Remember?"

He hissed as she tweaked his nipples. "Yes," he breathed. "Wanted to fuck you so badly, love."

She palmed his crotch, rubbing through the fabric. "I would have let you," she confessed. "I spent so many nights in my bed…imagining how you would feel inside me. Every thick delicious inch of your cock."

Liam groaned, trying to buck into her hand. "Please."

She opened his fly, quickly giving his straining erection a firm pump. "Always so hard for me."

"Just you," he whimpered, unashamed by how much he needed her. She was his everything. His breath caught as her soft lips caressed his neck, hand working him as she greedily sucked a mark into his skin. He was too hot, it felt like he was on fire, arms and shoulders straining against his bonds. That only seemed to turn her on more as she rubbed herself against him like a cat. She straddled his thighs, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss as she ground her silk clad core over his hard erection. A shiver raced up her spine; the memory of their first encounter foremost in her mind.

"Can you feel it? How much I want you?"

He nodded hard, desperate for friction. Her panties were soaked. "Let me have you, Emma. Please."

"Not yet." She left a parting kiss to his lips before turning her attention to his brother. Killian's breathing was shallow, his pupils little more than wide black orbs. She approached on her hands and knees, ducking down to rub her cheek over the sizable bulge in his pants. "Hmm, you like watching."

Killian groaned; he might be more disciplined in his desire than he had been as a green lad, but she was killing him slowly. "You know I do."

"You look hot. Let me help." She snatched up her wand, pointing it at his clothing. "Diffindo." Each article of clothing came apart at the seams, allowing her to peel each one slowly from his toned body. She took her time, licking and stroking each patch of skin as it was revealed to her greedy gaze. Killian shuddered, instinctively pulling on his binds, cock throbbing with need. His Swan seemed content to tease him, avoiding his cock completely, her hand seeking a much more elusive prize.

"Fucking hell," Killian moaned as she pressed her hand into the mattress so she could stroke the sensitive spot between his legs. "Fuck, fuck."

She licked the shell of his ear. "Did you like watching me with Liam?" Killian nodded, biting back another moan. He felt like he was slowly going insane. "Do you like when Liam watches us? The first time we were here…" She bit his earlobe. "He watched us. Watched me grind against you, your cock stroking me just right."

Killian whimpered; the memory vivid. "Aye," he confessed. "I just needed to have you."

She kissed his lips. "You have me, Killian. You always did. Every night, I dreamed of you. Touching me. Fucking me. I touched myself to thoughts of you."

He moaned again, louder this time, remembering all too well those early encounters when they couldn't get enough of each other. She jerked his cock, drawing his lip between her teeth. "God, I need you so much."

"Have me, darling," he whispered. "Do whatever you like with me."

She smirked at him, promptly ducking to take his cock into her mouth. She wasn't subtle, making loud sucking sounds as she worked him, relishing the sounds he made. She heard Liam moan, the wood straining as he struggled. It excited her, having them utterly at her mercy. When Killian could take no more, she released him, licking her lips. "Hmm, love the way you taste."

"Emma." Liam quivered with need; his clothes were too hot, his skin on fire. "Please, love."

She took pity, using her wand to divest him of his clothing. To spice things up, she shimmied out of her soaked panties, forcing her lovers to watch as she touched herself. "Is this what you wanted?" She dragged her fingers through her slit, palming her breast through the corset. "Hmm, feels good."

Liam squirmed and struggled, desperate to touch her, to simply bend her over and fuck her until she screamed his name, but the magical ropes did their work too well. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her; she was stunning, embracing her sexuality freely. "Emma, Emma, Emma," he chanted. "Fuck."

"Soon." She took her hand and brought it to his lips. Liam lapped at her greedily, unable to get enough of her taste. He would love to spend hours between her thighs, licking her, making her come. It was one of his favorite things. And now she was teasing him on purpose. She kissed him hard, tasting herself on his tongue. "I'm so fucking wet. Can't wait to feel you inside me." She grinned. "Now watch."

She moved to position herself in the nearby chair, selecting her new plug and regular Muggle lube from the small bag. The plug appeared small, much smaller than she usually used, but this one was special. She designed it herself; not only would it enlarge with the proper spell, but it vibrated. That had been the tricky bit, finding a spell that would make the plug's very molecules vibrate without electricity. Her test runs went well, but she'd never used it during sex.

She saw their eyes widen as she warmed the metal between her hands methodically. Once it was warm, she coated her finger with lube and spread her legs to give them a view of her ass. Emma bit her lip as she rubbed herself in rhythmic circles, moaning softly as her finger pressed inside. She was content to play for long minutes, her arousal building. "Hmmm, yes."

"So gorgeous," Killian muttered, his cock leaking precum. He loved watching her, the way she touched herself.

Liam groaned loudly as she switched her attention to the plug, coating it with more lube. She inserted it expertly, no longer the shy but giddy girl he first fell in love with. His Emma was a goddess, reveling in her pleasure. She wiped her hands clean, then took up her wand. Three taps to the end coupled with a nonverbal spell made her whimper, her body shuddering in pleasure. "Oh my god," she breathed. "It feels so good."

"What did you do?"

She wet her lips. "Enlarged it. Fuck, it's so big inside me, Killian. Almost as big as you."

"Bloody hell."

"Does it do anything else?" Liam asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She smirked as she tapped it again, her nostrils flaring as the vibrations began. Just a low hum, but more than enough to drive her crazy. "Oh, oh."

"Touch yourself," Killian pleaded. "Let us watch you."

She nodded, bringing her fingers to her clit. She was swollen and wet; it felt amazing, the vibrations combined with her own touch. She went slowly, dipping her fingers in and out of her wet hole, letting the moment ebb and flow, deliberately backing off before she could climax. She wanted to come with them inside her.

It was maddening, watching her, but they couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. Their lover was perfect; they couldn't wait to see her fall.

"Emma, bloody fuck."

She breathed deeply, drawing her hand away. "I need you." She didn't specify; she didn't need to. They knew she needed them both. They reveled in her desire for them. Emma approached like a cat, the plug shifting inside her, making her groan. But it was nothing to what she really craved. She climbed back into the bed and directly into Liam's lap. "Hmm, let's get rid of these, shall we?" A flick of her wand and the ropes were gone, Liam's arms instantly coming around her. Emma squealed with happiness as he positioned her perfectly, impaling her on his cock. Emma cried out, gripping his shoulders hard. "Yes!"

Liam hissed, shivering hard, the vibrations almost too much in his highly aroused state. He held her tightly, her legs around his waist as he took her hard and fast. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he grunted. "Incredible."

She nodded into his neck, hanging on for the ride. "Don't come," she begged, even as she squeezed her inner muscles around his thick cock. "Not yet. Please!"

She really was trying to kill him! He shifted them so she lay on her back, hands pinned above her head. "Why not? Say it."

"Because I need you both inside me. Please!"

"My naughty, dirty girl." He kissed her, slowing his hips, drawing out the sensation. She felt so good, hot and wet and tight; he didn't want to leave her. But he had to. "Love you."

Emma whimpered as he left her; he felt so good moving within her. She forced herself up, fingers fumbling for her wand. She managed to find it, hurriedly freeing Killian from his bonds. He crushed her to his chest, his arms a little numb. But none of that mattered. Emma crushed her mouth to his, mewling into his rough kiss. She'd teased him, tormented him, drove him mad with lust and bloody hell, did he love her for it.

"Hurry," she panted. "Take me!"

Killian nodded, flipping her over and grabbing her hips. He pressed on the vibrating plug, sending fresh waves of need through her as he sank into her swollen flesh. She fisted the sheets, back arching in ecstasy as he rode her, cock plunging deeply, reaching places that made her shudder. She pushed back against him, feeling wild and untamed.

Killian grunted, fingers digging into her round hips. He would never tire of the feel of her, the way she made him feel. "You feel…fuck, so good!"

"God yes."

Liam touched himself; he couldn't help it. Emma was so fucking hot when she was getting ridden hard. "Love…please. Please let us have you."

She nodded jerkily, reaching back to find Killian's hand. "It's time."

Reluctantly, Killian slipped from her, his strong arms pulling her up flush against his chest. "How do I turn it off, love?"

"Wand…fuck, hurry." Liam appeared in front of her, cupping her face to kiss her while Killian took care of her plug. She heard a harshly whispered, "finite," which instantly stopped the vibration. Emma gripped Liam's arms as Killian eased the plug out of her ass. She felt empty, hollow, eager to be filled once more. Cool lube touched her skin, her lover well versed in prepping her for his cock.

"Ready, sweetling?"

"Yes."

"Wrap your legs around me, darling." Killian lifted her into his brother's arms then flopped down on the bed. Liam moved to position her, holding her steady as Killian pushed inside. Emma whimpered, the stretch and burn delicious. "Alright?"

"Yes, yes, don't stop." She kissed Liam quickly, assuring him she was okay. "Do it now."

Liam laid her back on his brother's chest, stroking her clit as she spread her legs. "Beautiful," he murmured. A few deft strokes had her writhing, her arousal at a fever pitch. He chose that moment to ease inside her snug heat, even tighter now that she was impaled between them. Liam moaned, forcing himself to stay still to allow her to adjust.

Emma grabbed Liam's neck, bringing his lips to hers. "Take me for a ride," she whispered in his ear.

The brothers groaned audibly, rocking their hips slowly, seeking a rhythm that felt good. They'd done this many times, knew her body well. She was so sensitive from their earlier play; Liam slipped in and out of her easily. In, out, in, out, she moved with them, wanting to feel every inch within her. Her orgasm tingled at the base of her spine, threatening to explode but she fought it. She fumbled for their hands, taking one of theirs in each of hers, squeezing tightly, praying they could feel how much she loved them, over and above the physical pleasure they shared. They were united, one, three parts of a single whole and they always had been. It was something she never wanted to lose.

Killian squeezed back, lips caressing her wild blonde tresses. He was usually good with words, but this was a moment so profound that words failed him. He trembled under her, his climax so, so close. "Hurry, brother."

Emma found Liam's stormy eyes, nodding quickly. "Yes, yes!"

The elder Jones jerked a nod, his thumb finding her clit. A couple flicks and she was flying, her body spasming around them as she climaxed. Time had no meaning, nothing did except for the bliss she felt. Neither brother could hold on, her high triggering theirs. They branded her with their seed, hot and wet inside her.

Liam swayed, the intensity of his orgasm rocking him to the core. He used the last of his strength to roll off her, leaving enough space between him and Killian for Emma. His love whimpered softly as they moved her; Liam kissed her damp brow. "Easy, my love."

"Hmm." She was sleepy; the sex leaving her sapped. She trusted them completely, so she had no qualms about dozing off.

The boys let her sleep, Killian tucking a knitted blanket around her. She was disoriented when she woke up; she knew immediately that she was in a foreign bed. "What time is it?" She cringed, her voice hoarse.

"Almost midnight, sweetheart."

She groaned, scrubbing her hand over her face. "Sorry."

"Nonsense, lass." Killian brushed a lock of her hair back. "We've nowhere to be."

"Work tomorrow."

"It will keep."

"We probably still shouldn't sleep here."

He chuckled. "True."

"Where's Liam?"

"Here, love." He lay stretched out behind her, his hand coming to rest on her hip. "Okay?"

She stretched, pleasantly sore. Nothing one of her new potions wouldn't fix. "Yeah."

Liam kissed her shoulder. "I love you."

She turned her head, smiling up at him. "I love you too." She closed her eyes as he kissed her, then turned to Killian. "And I love you."

Killian smiled softly, a hint of the boy he was not so long ago. "As I love you, Swan."

"Good weekend?"

He nodded. "Aye, I think so. It was odd being back. Odd but nice. I'm surprised how much I missed this place."

"Well, maybe not this place." Emma waved her hand at the room. "The Shrieking Shack, really?"

"Why not? Some good memories here!"

Emma laughed. "I guess."

"One of my favorite memories," Liam assured her, threading their fingers together. "That was the day I realized I was hopelessly in love with you."

Emma blushed. "On our first date?"

"Oh, it started long before that. That was just when I knew I would do anything to make you happy."

"I know it hasn't always been easy. Thank you for sticking it out."

"This is exactly where I'm supposed to be. Where all of us are supposed to be."

They really did need to get back to the inn, but she was too sated and happy to move. She snuggled into Killian's chest, sighing happily as they held her. Revisiting the past only made her more excited for the future.