Killian held his tongue as the wizened old man came on screen, holding his strange device up to the streets lights. A rather useful looking little thing, this deluminator, as it whisked the street to darkness. He feigned nonchalance as the grey tabby morphed into a tall witch with a pointed hat and a face that brooked no quarrel. He knew both their names, of course, had known them for several weeks.

His two companions, however, were still in the dark about this information. And he intended to keep them in the dark about this particular fact for several more minutes.

Emma sat curled at his side, one hand entwined with his, the other securing the remote control from Henry on her other side. He held a large bowl of popcorn, shifted now so that it was within easy reach of his mother. She had taken him to task not five minutes ago for hogging the greasy, salty snack. Though why anyone would enjoy such dry comestibles when there were far more palatable options in the house, Killian did not know. He supposed it was an acquired taste.

His moment came as the two characters greeted each other.

The couch creaked as he sat forward.

"Wait, Dumbledore?" he asked, eyebrows shooting up as he feigned surprise. "As in Albus Dumbledore?"

Emma and Henry turned to him, confusion written across their faces as they puzzled out his words. Emma was the first to come the desired conclusion.

"Did you...know…him?" She narrows her eyes, torn by her skepticism. She hasn't seemed so thrown since they first discovered Zelena's presence in Storybrooke.

"Well, not him..." Killian waved at the television screen. "Bit taller than the man I knew. Face is all wrong too. But I did know an Albus Dumbledore. Powerful wizard, likes expensive hosiery."

Henry's nose wrinkled. "Expensive what?"

"Socks," Emma clarified. "Seriously?"

"Aye," Killian said. "Gifted me with an excellent pair little over a century ago when I ran into him on an errand for Pan. I think he quite fancied me." Killian shrugged. "Broke his heart in the end of course, not quite my type."

Henry tugged on his mother's sleeve. "Mom, he would have had to go on the internet to find that out."

Which he had...or rather, Belle already knew this little tidbit and had passed it onto him when he enlisted her help finding some way to get back at Emma and Henry's constant mentions of what she called "pop culture". He'd been a bit skeptical when Belle handed him The Sorceror's Stone—he didn't remember Henry listing any of the Harry Potter titles that day in the diner—but she assured him that Emma was a fan of the series and any family movie night would eventually involve the set of films. She even dropped a hint or two to prompt the pair.

He bit back a grin as their plans came to fruition. The expressions on Henry and Emma's faces were priceless. Shock and awe dawning in identical pairs of green eyes as they exchanged a quick glance.

"Seriously?" Emma asked again, her voice almost reverent.

"Seriously," he said with a wink. "Blondes are trouble enough, I'd hate to imagine what trouble a redhead could get into."

Emma pressed her lips together, sitting back to look him dead in the eye. "The truth, Killian, because if you are about to tell me that J.K. Rowling got it all wrong and Harry Potter is a manic demon child, I swear it will be a full month before I stop crying. At the least."

He knew going into this he wouldn't be able to keep the charade up for long, though he hadn't counted on Emma threatening with tears.

She caught the brief hesitation before he could utter a word.

"Henry, you might want to move." And then she seized the pillow from behind her back and proceeded to beat him senseless with it.

Mere moments passed before Henry joined in from his other side.

"Bloody hell," he cried out, burying his hook deep between the couch cushions as he tried to field off the blows with his right hand, but he was laughing with them, his voice filling in the low notes of their three part harmony. At last, he managed to capture Emma's pillow, ripping it from her grasp and delivering a solid wallop to both of them. They all three, collapsed breathlessly, Killian sandwiched between the two.

"Bloody unfair double-teaming a man with only one hand," he muttered as he pulled his hook back out of the cushions and detached it. He still wasn't entirely sure the fight was over and he intended to fight back properly should he need to defend himself again.

Emma snorted. "Yeah, whatever. You should have just said you'd already watched the stupid movies."

"And miss the looks on your faces? Not a chance." He slipped his arm behind her head, stretching his legs out before him and settling more comfortably on the couch. "Besides, I haven't seen the movies. I'm reading the books."

"Of course you are." Emma rolled her eyes. "Alright, kid, grab the popcorn again," she said with a nod at the bowl of popcorn sitting safely away on the coffee table. "Killian, I swear, if you start griping about what's different from the book, you will be sleeping on this couch."

Killian laughed. "Not likely. We both know you can't bear to be parted from me."

"Okay, guys, movie time," Henry chimed in, shoving the bowl of popcorn into Killian's lap.

Emma giggled and pressed play.

# # #

"Which one is that?" Emma asked as she clambered into bed later that night.

Now that the secret was out, there was no reason to sneak he couldn't lounge in bed while his true love went about her evening routine.

Plucking the thick tome from his fingers, she collapsed against him, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. Her finger holding his place, she flipped the book around. Bronze foil stood out against the black spine, the title plain as day.

"Oh, Goblet of Fire, that's a good one." She flashed him an excited grin. "There's nothing quite like your first time through Harry Potter."

"Aye, it's quite the tale," he said. "I like this Cedric fellow."

She laughed softly. "Of course you would."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Emma hummed, shifting so she could look at him properly, her fingers running through his hair and nearly driving all thought of their conversation out of his mind. A soft smile graced her features, the tenderness in her gaze causing his breathe to catch in his chest. She leaned in, her nose brushing against his.

"You, sir, are a textbook Hufflepuff if I ever saw one."

"I'd have said Slytherin myself," Killian murmured, fighting back the grimace.

"Nope," Emma said. "You're as loyal as they come and for a pirate, you're an awful stickler for fair play."

"Hmmm, I like your assessment much better." He pulled away, checking his page number before setting the book on his nightstand. "These books, they were very important to you?"

She shrugged, sliding under the covers as she searched for words. "Harry was like me." She blinked at him, her lips parting slightly as her gaze shifted a hundred miles away. "More like me than I could have known then. Wow." She sobered a little. "I mean, we were both orphans and that was important to me as a kid. Those books made me feel less alone. Although, I think my story played out a bit better than his did. I got my parents back."

"Aye," Killian said, "but it looks like things will work out for him eventually as well. That Sirius fellow might not be his father, his affection for the boy seems genuine."

Emma bit her lip, her eyes flicking away from him for the briefest moment.

"Swan…"

"What?" she asked innocently. She ran her fingers through his hair again, a knowing smirk on her face as she pulled him in for a kiss. "Now, how about we save the book talk for breakfast."

"You're trying to distract me."

She wrinkled her nose and him. "And I'm doing a very good job."

"Bloody impossible woman," he muttered.

Her was giggle more enticing than a siren's call and Killian saw no reason to fight such a distraction. After all, he could always ask the question again in the morning, when she couldn't use her wiles avoid the question. Not that he would mind if she tried.

You're welcome to disagree with me on what house Killian would actually be sorted into and you could be right. Frankly, a good case could be made for Killian being sorted into any of the houses, but for reasons I won't go into here, Hufflepuff just feels like the best fit to me.

Hope you like it! It's been a while since I wrote pure fluff. Lol. Please R&R!