On Monday of their second week at Hogwarts, Fitz and Simmons were startled out of their bedroom by Daisy letting out a high-pitched squeal from the married dorms common room.

Dashing out to see what was wrong, they found Daisy practically jumping up and down in excitement where she stood by the notice board. When they had first come to the married dorms a week before, the board had been completely empty and looked like it hadn't had anything pinned to it in years. But by the next evening, it had magically filled up with all the notices the other boards around the castle had. They were still debating whether the board just magically filled itself up when it magically felt the presence of magical people around it to see its magical notices, or whether the same house elves that apparently had brought their trunks from Gryffindor Tower to the married dorms and cleaned their dirty laundry for them every night also put up the notices on all the boards across the castle including now their own, but regardless, their board now replicated the boards of the rest of the castle, and apparently there was a new notice on it that had Daisy extremely excited.

"What's up, girlfriend?" asked Fitz from across the room, leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom as he saw that Daisy wasn't in any kind of mortal peril.

"She's your wife!" hissed Simmons next to him.

"Figure of speech," replied Fitz with a roll of his eyes.

But Daisy wasn't paying any attention to their bickering, instead calling back, "We get to learn how to fly on broomsticks! We'll finally be real witches now!"

"Can't you sort of fly back home with your quaking powers?" asked Simmons, raising her eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, but this is really flying, anywhere we like, without any Quinjets or being near enough to a hard surface to quake off of," replied Daisy.

"Well, I for one am thrilled that I'll finally get to become a real witch," smirked Fitz as he crossed the room to where Daisy was still standing by the notice board. "Always wanted to be a witch."

"Hardy-har — isn't two pairs of breasts enough for you, without needing your own?" retorted Simmons, walking over to join them.

Wrapping his arms around both of his girls' shoulders, Fitz smirked, "Well, you two do pull them off better than I probably could, and I definitely don't envy actually having to have them all the time and worry about having all the right clothes, and I certainly don't envy the rest of what you have to go through on a monthly basis as girls, so maybe it is best you just keep them for me and let me play with them when I want. Though it still would be cool to get to be a girl for a day or week or something, just to see what it's like."

"Breasts, sex, or the day to day?" asked Simmons, actually curious what his answer would be.

"Yes?" answered Fitz, making Simmons chuckle.

But before she could reply, Daisy asked, "We live in a magical world now, for the time being at least — is there any magic that could actually make that possible? Turn Fitz into a girl for a night, and you and I into boys — or now that I think about it, turn us in rotation into two boys and one girl. We've got the f/f/m threesomes down pat, but as far as I'm aware none of us have ever done f/m/m — or at least I certainly haven't."

"Someone's extra kinky this morning," said Simmons with a slightly raised eyebrow at her wife. "But is that something you're actually interested in? Because even without magic that's something that can be approximated in our world, you know. And something we haven't ever done, something that I've never really even thought about. Now as for magically doing it for real, I don't know, I haven't ran across anything like that yet, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Maybe it's not exactly the most 'independent, modern woman' thing of me to want, but there is something thrilling about the idea of being 'used' by two 'guys' I trust implicitly," answered Daisy with a shrug. "Something to think about anyway, whether it's real with magic, or not with toys back home."

"As fascinating as this is, and believe me I'm more than intrigued, we should probably be heading down to breakfast before we're late," interrupted Fitz. "But we can definitely return to this subject later."

~FSK~

The next morning, Simmons awoke to being peppered with kisses by Fitz and the feeling of Daisy's tongue just where she liked it best between her legs. It wasn't often they woke each other up with sex, just special occasions, but it was definitely nice when it did happen.

Before she really had time to fully awake, she heard both of them exclaim gleefully, "Happy birthday, Jemma!"

"Although, are we actually supposed to celebrate your real birthday which is today, or are we supposed to celebrate Hermione's birthday, whenever that may be?" continued Fitz, pulling back from her neck slightly with a contemplative look on his face, as Daisy returned to work.

"Whichever answer makes you shut up and kiss me," growled Simmons, grabbing his face and pulling his lips down to hers, which he readily obliged.

But after a while (and a mind-blowing orgasm) she did finally pull back, and in utter contentment said, "We could always celebrate both, if this is what it's going be like."

"So when is Hermione's birthday?" asked Daisy as she crawled up her wife's body to give her a birthday kiss of her own.

"Well…" answered Simmons reluctantly. "It's the nineteenth. Of this month. Not exactly very spread out."

"That still wouldn't help me at all, anyway," said Fitz sadly. "Aug 19 and July 31 are both over the summer, when hopefully we won't be here."

"How about you take Hermione's then, because Ronna's is during the school year, on March first, unlike my own in July," suggested Daisy.

"Because our characters' birthdays are the ones we can celebrate in public," answered Simmons with a roll of her eyes, flicking Daisy on the forehead. "But Fitz can have my real birthday in private today, I'll put mine off until the nineteenth when it can be public, not that it actually will be since no one here knows Hermione and we don't even live with the rest of the Gryffindors in Gryffindor Tower, and you can have Ronna's in March — which might actually be public, because you have three older brothers here. Sound good?"

At Fitz and Daisy's agreements, Simmons smirked, "Then I think we need to switch this party over to Fitz instead of me, don't you, Daisy?"

The three of them were late getting down to breakfast that morning, but none of them particularly minded having to eat quickly for once to make it to class on time. Any excuse they had to shower their love on one of their spouses was a welcomed thing for all three of them, and the one the extra loved was being showered on never minded too much either.

But classes unfortunately still had to be attended, even if they'd all three rather take the day off and never stop loving on each other. They did however manage to squeeze in a few trips to local broom cupboards between classes, making sure Fitz had a satisfactory fake birthday. And if Daisy insisted she was only sucking him off three times in a single day because she was expecting her own Ronna's birthday to be even better than this, neither of her spouses really believed her as they watched her make sure Fitz had a fake birthday he'd never forget.

At breakfast Thursday morning, FitzSkimmons were sitting next to Neville Longbottom when a barn owl swooped down to him with a package from his grandmother.

But no sooner had he opened it up and explained what the remembrall inside was and what it did, than Malfoy walked up and stole it from him. The moment Neville's remembrall was in Malfoy's greedy, thieving hands, however, FitzSkimmons were instantly on their feet, surrounding the Slytherin. FitzSimmons stood next to each other on one side of the aisle between the tables, with Daisy covering the other side of the aisle, blocking both of the thief's potential exits (barring him literally climbing over the table), should he try leaving the immediate area still in possession of that which was not his.

Now, FitzSkimmons didn't have anything in particular against Malfoy other than the fact that at the moment he was committing a crime, and they didn't really know Neville except from classes, but it had been the most boring two weeks any of them had had since picking Daisy up on the BUS a decade before, so they were happy to stop a theft and give a boy who seemed to be acting an awful lot like a spoiled brat a solid beat down if he wanted to test them.

Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall appeared at an almost unnatural speed to ruin their fun, saying sternly as she walked up, "What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my remembrall, Professor," answered Neville submissively.

"Stole it, Ma'am," interjected Simmons coldly, unwilling to let the thief get off so easily as simply 'having' Neville's possession.

"I was just looking," scowled Malfoy, haphazardly tossing the glass orb down on the table vaguely in the direction of Neville.

Much to the lessening of FitzSkimmons' opinion of the quality of professor at the school they were trapped at, McGonagall did nothing at all to punish or even reprimand his bullying and short-lived theft, allowing Malfoy to turn to leave scot-free. When he did so, however, he made the tactically poor decision of turning towards Daisy as his path of egress, since she was just one single, solitary girl, instead of a pair of persons, one of whom was a fellow boy. Completely unaware that if he were to ever have to actually fight one or the other, he'd have a much better shot against FitzSimmons than against Daisy, who'd been trained for years by the Calvary herself, and frequently served as the muscle on missions she went on in addition to whatever else she was doing for the mission.

But knowing to never pick a fight herself, only end it if someone else was stupid enough to pick one, Daisy slowly and deliberately took a step to the side of the aisle, glaring one last warning glare at Malfoy as he passed by her. And apparently Malfoy could sense that she was just itching to fight him and didn't care that there was a teacher present, as he walked past her without trying to roughly brush into her as he passed, which though he didn't know it was a good thing for him, as Daisy would have had him lying unconscious on the floor in a single swift move if he had dared touch her. But he didn't, and once he was halfway back to his own table, FitzSkimmons sat back down in their seats like they hadn't just been one poor decision on Malfoy's part away from a very intense, though undoubtedly very short, all-out fight. Meanwhile, content that potential trouble from her three oddest students (and that was saying something considering that the twins were in her House) was over, McGonagall turned and swept back up to the head table, leaving them to finish eating in peace.

As soon as Professor McGonagall was gone, Neville looked over at the three of them and said sincerely, "Thank you. Malfoy just won't leave me alone."

"It's what we do," replied Simmons.

"And we were just hoping for an excuse to lay his punk ass on the floor," added Daisy with a slight shrug. "At least I was — those two are more noble."

~FSK~

But no amount of saving Neville's remembrall that morning was able to keep Neville from falling off his broom and breaking his wrist that afternoon — not that it logically would, of course — and their flying lesson was cut short before any of them were able to actually try flying, by Madam Hooch having to take Neville up to the hospital wing.

Of course, right on cue as soon as Madam Hooch was out of earshot, the Slytherins all began making fun of Neville and laughing at him, technically behind his back since he was with Madam Hooch being taken up to the hospital wing, not that they wouldn't have, and wouldn't as soon as they could, make fun of him to his face if he'd been there. Additionally, Malfoy noticed that Neville had dropped something in his fall.

"Oh, look what I have," he sneered from across the lawn at FitzSkimmons, holding up the glittering orb that was Neville's remembrall. "It's Neville's stupid ball." Kicking up into the air in direct ignorement of Madam Hooch's orders, he continued, "You three can't fight me up here!" As he began soaring around, he said, "You know, I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find — how about — up a tree?"

Fitz and Daisy looked at Simmons.

"Cover me from view," she said in an undertone as she bent down to look like she was just tying her shoe.

But once Fitz and Daisy had moved to block her from the view of everyone else in the class, she looked back up at Malfoy and pointed her wand at him, muttering under her breath, "Locomotor Mortis!"

Up in the air, Malfoy's legs suddenly snapped together, startling him so much that he dropped the remembrall and spiraled out of control for several seconds, before finally collecting his bearings and realizing that he still had full control of his upper body and arms, and therefore could still fly. As he much more hesitantly than before flew himself back down to the ground, Simmons stood back up, carefully stowing her wand away in her robes so that no one would know she'd had it out, before casually walking over to where the remembrall had fallen into the grass. Picking it up, she walked back over to where Fitz and Daisy were still standing.

Once on the ground, Malfoy was able to get his wand out and cast the countercharm on himself, at which point he immediately leapt up and stormed towards FitzSkimmons, who immediately lined up side by side, ready to fight should they need to defend themselves against assault. But as Malfoy got nearly up to them, it finally dawned on him that he was one and they were three, and three clearly not afraid of a fight with him, and so he came to a sudden halt.

"What are you waiting for?" taunted Fitz, fed up with the Snake's repeated poor behavior that day.

"Scared to fight two girls, in case you lose and look like a complete disgrace in front of all your pals?" added Daisy.

But just as Malfoy made to leap at them, they heard Madam Hooch's voice shout across the lawn, "What is going on here?!"

As Madam Hooch swiftly strode across the grass towards them, Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson both immediately began shouting that Harry, the Weasel, and their mudblood friend had cast the leg-locker curse on him, conveniently forgetting to mention that he'd been in the air at the time contrary to Madam Hooch's strict order of doing no such thing while she was gone. Of course, this led to all the Gryffindors shouting that Malfoy had been flying at the time the curse hit him, something he couldn't deny with seven Gryffindors and even one Slytherin girl Malfoy had apparently already bullied enough to turn on him, corroborating the story.

After Madam Hooch had taken twenty points away from Slytherin for Malfoy flying against her direct orders and given him detention, she turned to the issue of the leg-locker curse that everyone on both sides agreed had been cast. But as everyone had resumed staring up in the sky at Malfoy flying around when it looked like Harry, Hermione, and Ronna weren't going to do anything about his taking the remembrall, and Malfoy had been looking out at the sky around him looking for the best tree to hide Neville's private property in, no one had even seen Simmons bend down, let alone actually cast the curse while hidden behind Fitz and Daisy, and so no one had any clue that she'd been the one to do it. Malfoy and Pansy of course continued insisting that it had to have been Harry or one of his fangirls, but as neither of them could actually say how or when the three had done it, no one else could corroborate their claims, and FitzSkimmons of course resolutely denied doing any such dangerous thing, Madam Hooch had no reason to believe that Harry, Hermione, or Ronna were actually guilty of anything, and with everyone insisting they hadn't been the one to do it, all she could do was give them all a good dressing-down about the dangers of cursing someone who was in flight high above the ground, before sending them all away.

As FitzSkimmons walked back to the castle together, Daisy looked over at Simmons and said, "That was kind of a dangerous thing to do. He could have seriously been hurt."

"Not if he was even half as good as he's been bragging about since we got to this school," replied Simmons. "Momentarily frozen, sure, but he was high enough above the ground and flying flat enough that he had plenty of time to realize he still had control over his broom before he was in any actual danger. My id's a zombie, not a cold blooded killer—"

"That's mine," muttered Fitz.

"—and I wasn't anywhere near enough to try eating him."

Daisy laughed at Simmons' joke, before wrapping her arms around Fitz from behind and growling in his ear, "Stop blaming yourself for that. Jemma and I spent over a year helping you recognize and block out when you heard the Doctor, and helped you ignore the one time you actually saw him again, so don't accuse yourself of that even as a joke now that he really does seem to be gone for good."

"Then why does Jemma get to joke about her dark side?" grumbled Fitz.

"Because zombie-Jemma's never even talked in Jemma's head, let alone caused her to hallucinate to the point where she chopped my head off like you," replied Daisy sternly.

"It's like how it's okay for someone who's only been drunk a few times and never done anything bad can joke about going out and getting drunk, but someone who really was a drunkard who hurt someone driving under the influence, and is now sober, shouldn't joke about getting drunk, even if just talking about drinking isn't likely to make them actually go out and get drunk again," explained Simmons patiently to her husband.

Fitz just kind of half-glared sulkily at them for several seconds in reply, but didn't say anything else about it as they found seats at the Gryffindor table to supper.

~FSK~

They hadn't been eating long, however, when Malfoy stalked over, flanked as always by his two bodyguards.

"I know it was you three," he snarled. "You might have Madam Hooch in your pocket, but I know one of you three cast that curse."

"No clue what you're talking about," shrugged Fitz innocently.

"Well you three are clearly wanting a fight so badly, how about tonight?" sneered Malfoy. "Wizard's duel. Wands only — no contact."

"And why would we do that?" asked Daisy. "Now, contact only, no wands — that we'll take you up on. You can bring your two bodyguards to protect you and even two more if you're really chicken, and it'll be us three against you five, in a no holds barred, knockdown, drag out street fight. Or are you too scared of getting your ass whooped by a couple girls and a still kind of scrawny guy? — No offense, Harry."

"I do pushups," grumbled Fitz, as Malfoy countered, "Or do you just not know what a wizard's duel is, and are too chicken yourselves to ask, admitting that you don't know?"

"A wizard's duel is a wand-only duel between two wizards, witches, or one of each, in which each side has a second who takes over if their first dies," piped up Simmons in lecture mode, conveniently explaining to Fitz what a wizard's duel was (Daisy should have already known since Ronna should know from growing up in a wizarding family) as she made it seem to Malfoy like obviously they all already knew what a wizard's duel was, if the pure muggleborn even knew.

As Malfoy scowled at them scowlly, unable to ridicule them for not knowing what a wizard's duel was, Daisy finally repeated, "So are you going to take us up on the fistfight? Because we have no interest in a wand fight when none of the six of us here know any proper dueling spells yet, and at least the three of us have zero interest in doing it if we can't do it properly, and there's no real chance of you dying."

In actuality, after nearly two weeks of learning defense spells with Simmons on their own time, the three of them did actually know quite a few spells that would be great for a duel, and probably better than anything the braggart knew no matter how much he puffed himself up every chance he got, but they still had zero interest in a wand fight when a hand to hand fight was a guaranteed win for them, and they knew they really shouldn't be fighting in the first place for any reason, even if it was to teach the git a lesson.

Malfoy ground his teeth at the annoying Weasel for several seconds, before his pride finally won out and he sneered, "Fine — have it your way. Fight tonight at midnight in the trophy room — it's always unlocked."

Daisy nodded, before saying overly cheerfully with a little mocking wave, "See you then."

As soon as Malfoy and his pets strolled away looking far more confident than they should have having just agreed to fight three Shield agents (one highly trained and dangerous, and two still having not passed their field exams but able to hold their own nonetheless), Simmons leaned across Fitz and whispered harshly at their wife, "Daisy! What the bloody hell are you getting us into?!"

"Nothing. Because we're not stupid enough to go wandering around the castle in the middle of the night when we could be going at it together in a completely different, far more pleasurable kind of way," answered Daisy calmly. "And if Malfoy and his crew decide to jump us tomorrow or sometime for leaving them hanging, we can beat them up then, and be able to justify ourselves far more easily to the teachers afterwards, than if they caught us fighting in the middle of the night."

"Oh."

Fitz couldn't help but chuckle, lightly petting Simmons' back.

~FSK~

The following morning, when the three of them walked into the Great Hall together, they found Malfoy staring at them in shock from the Slytherin table.

"Why does he look so surprised to see us?" asked Fitz in confusion as they sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"Ohhh..." answered Simmons in sudden realization. "He never intended to fight us at all, in any kind of fight. He clearly told a professor, probably Snape, to be lying in wait for us in the trophy room to catch us out of bounds, and so expecting us to have actually been there and therefore get caught, he's now shocked that we're still here, and haven't been expelled."

"Okay, that does make sense," said Daisy, before suddenly asking, "But then why did it take him so long to accept my normal fight offer, and why did he look so angry for a few seconds after I turned his wand fight down and offered our fight?"

"Maybe he just has to have everything on his terms, and hated to let you have control over any part of the situation? — I don't really know," answered Simmons. "But you know as well as me that telling on us to try and get us — or really Harry, I think — in trouble is exactly his kind of thing."

"Maybe a wand fight he really would have shown up for, it was just the normal fight he tattled on," suggested Fitz. "And so that's why it took him so long to agree, because he didn't agree until he realized he could use it against us."

"Well, either way, he's not too happy with us now," answered Daisy looking across the Great Hall at him, giving him a cheeky little wave to rile him up some more.