A/N: I kind of forgot I never actually finished this. I am trying my hardest (as I have said numerous times - sorry) to start consistently writing again.

As always, I don't own anything. Please enjoy and review.

Aurora groans as the hands trace the edges of her uniform, kisses peppered along her neck.

"We really sound get going," she manages before quickly ignoring her own words and pulling Mulan in for another kiss.

"We should," Mulan agrees breathlessly, forehead pressed to her own, "I've got a match to win."

Aurora scoffs and lightly slaps Mulan's shoulder, pulling away, "We'll see about that, Fa," she says, a challenge in her eye.

Mulan simply grins and begins to straighten her Quidditch uniform, Aurora copying her movements.

Aurora attempts to neaten her hair and make it not look like she's spent her pre-match time making out with the opposition but by the look of amusement on the other girl's face, that's not a battle she's going to win today.

"I'll catch up with you after?" Mulan asks and Aurora's heart twist at the hesitancy she still hears, the doubts that linger she would be the one Aurora would want. Rather than answering, Aurora steps forward, blue eyes focused on brown before they drop to parted lips and she leans up for a soft kiss, trying to show what she feels.

Mulan's lips move under her own after a beat and she knows if she lets it go any longer, she will quickly get lost in the sensations they have spent the last months discovering.

They're both smiling as they pull away, Mulan delicately tucking away a stray lock before turning to leave.

"Hey Mulan," Aurora calls cheekily before the other girl is out of sight, "Keep the uniform on after the match."

The look on Mulan's face keeps Aurora amused, even as she has to run to the locker room.

Aurora does her best to sneak into the locker room, attempting not to inform Captain Punctual of her lateness.

"Lovely you could join us, Chaser Dawn," Captain Jones' voice rings through the room and Aurora straightens her shoulders, walking as though nothing was wrong. That she wasn't fully aware that the formal Killian became, the more stressed he was.

"I assume Beater Fa is well," Killian continues as Aurora picks through her locker. Aurora turns and pretends to consider her captain.

"Going by the marks on your neck, Captain, I'd assume Captain Swan is also well," Aurora parrots, accent and all.

Predictably, Killian flushes and attempts to shift his uniform before he realises he's attempting to cover marks that don't exist, at least where anyone can see. He opens his mouth angrily, but before he can get anything out, their self-appointed team mediator cuts in.

"It's a big match, so maybe we should take some time to prepare and then we'll have a quick team talk," Mary Margaret suggests, in a tone that shows that it's anything but.

Killian nods and turns to his locker, Aurora smiling gratefully at Mary Margaret.

"I was almost late myself," the other girl whispers before they both laugh, ignoring Killian's suspicious looks.

Aurora takes a moment for herself, to regulate her breathing and calm her pre-game jitters. They need team cohesion and not petty arguments over things they would typically laugh over.

"Let's come together team," Killian calls as they form a rough circle. Aurora observes her team as they take their places, Graham, Marian and Mary Margaret appear as calm as ever but being seventh years, they've had many other games to learn how to pretend. Tink is currently soothing a nervous Ashley and Killian almost looks as though he wants some comfort as well.

Killian roughly clears his throat, "The season is back in full force and we've had some really great practices. We only just won over Slytherin in our last match while Gryffindor crushed Ravenclaw so getting a win here would go a long way for us gaining the House Cup. We've also had a long standing rivalry against the Gryffindor team" – (he ignores Tink's muffled "sexual tension" comment) – "and can't let them get the better of us."

"We're dating half the Gryffindor team," Mary Margaret jokes, "I think we've got the better of them."

Laughter echoes throughout the room as the tension drains, "We can do this, Captain," Aurora states, a quick apology.

"I know, Aurora," Killian says quietly.

"And we'll try and make sure your partner's still have pretty faces," Marian smirks, swinging her beater's bat in what's supposed to be a threatening manner.

"Much appreciated," Killian says with a roll of his eyes. He looks over his team one more time and is seems to be happy with what he sees, "Let's do this."

Aurora flies out, momentarily overwhelmed by the sun and noise of the crowd. She quickly adjusts and finds her place, unconsciously seeking Mulan. She smiles when she realises the other girl is looking to her and sends a small wave her way before focusing on the field.

The whistle blows and Aurora loses herself in the motions, in predicting her team mate's patterns and those of their competition. Her eyes seek the quaffle, throwing, catching and aiming for one of the three rings.

They're a 140 points up, a good lead but still allows room for an upset if Emma manages to grab the snitch.

Aurora's weaving with Mary Margaret and Ashley, the quaffle passing flawlessly between them and around the Gryffindor chasers when Aurora is distracted by a figure in red and gold. Mulan is lining up to hit a beater when she it glances off her bat, clipping her head.

Aurora needs to swerve left if she's going to catch the quaffle and continue their passes, she can see Ashley prepare to throw, assuming Aurora will be in place.

She swerves right.

She accelerates as fast as her broom will allow as Mulan topples off her own and reaches for Mulan's uniform straps. She grunts as she takes on Mulan's weight, guiding her broom with her knees. She's attempting to pull Mulan into a better position while they slowly float to the ground but her grip is weakening and she can feel the helpless tears forming.

"Easy, lass," Killian says as he pulls up beside her, "Give me an arm."

They ease Mulan to the ground, Killian letting out a small groan when the whistle blows, signalling the end of the match.

"I'm sorry, Captain," Aurora says earnestly, "I know the teacher's wouldn't let her fall but..."

"It's alright," Killian says wearily, "Would be a disgrace to our House if we picked a sport over the safety of another. Swan's never going to let me forget this."

"I'm sure she'll find it charming," Aurora laughs as their feet touch the ground. Madam Blue is already rushing over the pitch to meet them, tutting over Mulan's form.

"I need to get her to the infirmary," she says, conjuring a stretching and placing Mulan on it. Aurora goes to follow before Madam Blue raises her hand, "You can come in after, I need some time without people hovering."

"She'll have her fixed up in no time, Aurora," Killian assures her, slinging an arm around her shoulder and sighing, "We'll let the Gryffindor's have their moment and see what the rest of the team thinks of our actions."

Aurora slips away from the pitch, most of the team (lead by the fierce captains) too busy embroiled in an argument about a re-match to notice her absence.

The halls are quiet as she makes her way to the infirmary, most students likely engaged in healthy debate about the latest Quidditch match and what that means for the Cup rankings.

She slips as quietly as she can through the large doors, the smell of lavender soothing her nerves. Madam Blue nods to her as she walks to Mulan's bedside.

"She's fine now," she tuts, "Would be better is she never participated in that ridiculous sport in the first place but how is that my place to say? I just make sure all the children are healthy." She's still muttering as she storms into her office, Aurora settling into a chair and taking Mulan's limp hand in her own.

Her hand is warm and calloused from her years as a beater. Aurora begins rubbing gentle circles with her thumb as she falls into a light slumber, waiting for Mulan to awaken.

"Aurora."

The voice filters through her dreams and Aurora jerks awake, blushing under Mulan's scrutiny.

"Such a graceful awakening," Mulan teases.

"Shut up," Aurora says with a smile before pulling her chair closer, "How do you feel?"

"Perfectly well," Mulan assures her, "I could leave now but Madam Blue wants me overnight for observation, so here I am. She didn't exactly fill me in on the details of what happened after I was knocked out, she was too busy muttering about idiotic games and dangers to her students."

Aurora finds a faint smudge on the glass behind Mulan to focus on, speaking as nonchalantly as possible, "The match ended fairly quickly as you fell unconscious, Emma caught the snitch."

"Why do I think there's more to that story?"

Aurora's eyes flick towards Mulan's then back to the smudge, "I caught you," she squeaks, and her face flushes all the harder when she hears her own voice.

Mulan's voice is filled with disbelief, "You caught me? The teacher's wouldn't have let me-"

"I know, I know," Aurora quickly cuts in, "But you were hurt and falling and instinct kicked in."

"You saved me."

Aurora leans forward, close enough to smell the tang of medicine on Mulan's breath, "When are you going to get it, Mulan? You're the one I want."

This time it is Mulan who closes in for the kiss, hands gently cradling Aurora's face. They break apart with fond smiles as they hear voices approaching.

Aurora settles into her chair, "I suppose they've finished arguing about the validity of the match now."

Mulan snorts, "They would, especially if Emma thinks she's getting a free pass." Annoyance suddenly clouds her features, "I don't have my uniform on anymore."

Aurora laughs at the pout and soothes it with a quick kiss, "There's always next time."

Next time Mulan doesn't suffer any kind of injury and Aurora learns that getting Mulan out of her uniform is almost as much fun as watching her play in it.

A/N: Three left and then I'll work on some other prompts that have been crashing around my head. Hope you liked it!

Adrina Stark.