When Jemma's eyelids fluttered open, she just knew it wasn't anywhere near the same time she thought it was. The small amount of sunlight streaming in from the little window in the attic was warm on her face, she had to have been here for some time. It was a little foggy for a few minutes, but the memories came rushing back quickly. She remembered coming to meet Skye about the task, and she remembered Skye pointing her wand at her, and then that was it. Frustration bubbled up in her mind, but a tiny part of her also felt really good. Whatever Skye had done definitely made her feel better.

A wide range of emotions toyed with her thoughts for a few moments. She wanted to be angry, but she found she was also disappointed by the fact that Skye hadn't actually found anything. She was back to square one when it came to worrying about her. Panic hit her next, and she reached for her bag so she could dart out of the library and possibly make a class or two, but instead, she found a heartfelt note from Skye sitting there. She was apologizing for having to trick her, but it also sent relief flooding through her veins. In the note, she'd promised that she and Fitz had taken care of her homework and her notes for the day.

Jemma settled back into the old, ratty cushions of the couch and held the note against her chest. Skye used to do little things like this for her all the time. Not charming her, but leaving her notes, of course. She was a little upset that Fitz and Skye lied to her like that, but she was also feeling grateful. For the first time since all of this started, she felt well rested. If she could have, she would have stayed in the attic for the rest of the night, but the head of her house would go into a panic if she didn't return.

Her bag wasn't nearly as heavy as it had been earlier that day. She must have had a lot more homework than she thought. She smiled a little bit at the image in her head of Skye running around trying to turn in the homework for classes she didn't share with Fitz. Skye probably completely understood her need for the time turner now.

She lingered in the attic for a few more moments, just soaking up the energy inside. She missed coming up here with Skye every day. If she could get a handle on everything that was going on, she should try to do it more often again.

She climbed down the ladder and into the library as quietly as she could. She didn't want to disturb the silence. Just as the enchantment on the door came into effect and it disappeared from view, Jemma heard a small groan from a few stacks over.

"Bobbi!" Jemma jumped in surprise when she rounded the corner and found the other girl there, trying to stretch out her back in one of the less comfortable chairs the library had to offer. Bobbi looked up at her in surprise, then confusion, and then annoyance.

"Did she get you too?" Jemma asked with a small laugh. She could just imagine Skye casting a spell on the girl because she got too close to their secret hiding spot.

"Did she do anything to you?" Bobbi asked in concern.

"No, absolutely not. I kind of needed it anyway." Jemma brushed off Bobbi's concerns like they were nothing.

"Are you ok on your own? I'm going to go find Skye." Bobbi grunted a little bit and waved her off. There was nothing she would be able to do to stop Jemma from running to her girlfriend like a puppy even if she tried. Jemma smiled and scurried out of the library, hoping to run into Skye.

Skye had just left the room of requirement with Trip and was heading to the courtyard to sit in the last few rays of sunshine for the day. She had been practicing a new spell on some dummy dolls...or at least she had been trying too. Skye hadn't been able to focus, asking Trip every few minutes what time it was. Jemma should have been waking up around six thirty, and as soon as Trip had called out six pm, Skye had lost all concentration.

Skye wondered if Jemma would be mad when she woke up. She had left a nice note for her in the hopes that it would calm down some of the Simmons wrath she had been very keen to rain down on her the past few weeks. She missed her time with Jemma...when she wasn't looking over spells and when they had been able to talk and act like a regular couple. Skye sat under the tree, pulling out the spell book to look at and glancing at her watch every few seconds.

Trip waved goodbye and headed to the Gryffindor common room, telling Skye he would see her at dinner. She wanted to go to the library and wait for Jemma. Better yet she had wanted to sneak back up after turning in all of Jemma's homework (which had been quite the task all on its own) and snuggling up with her on the couch. Perhaps, if they got over the slump they were in, they would get to do it again soon.

Skye sighed and tried to focus on the book, though she knew that Jemma should be awake by now. She wasn't sure she wanted to face her yet, but she also didn't want to hide. If Jemma was mad, she was mad, but if not, well...good. Skye was glad to have helped her out.

It didn't take Jemma long to find her girlfriend, there were only so many places she enjoyed being. When she spotted her in the shade of a tree in the courtyard, a silly grin spread across her features and she practically skipped up behind her. Skye was studying, something Jemma never thought she'd see the girl do without a good push. Quietly, she approached from the other side of the tree and set her bag down a few feet before she actually got down on her knees.

"Hello, darling." She whispered quietly, leaning in and taking her by surprise by kissing her cheek. She settled down in the grass next to her and smiled shyly, hoping she hadn't somehow stepped over some kind of boundary. They hadn't exactly been very friendly with each other recently.

Skye jumped at the whisper and sudden pressure on her cheek. Jemma had startled her, and she slammed the book shut and shoved it into her bag. It wouldn't do for the Ravenclaw girl to see what sort of spells she had been studying. Jemma wasn't exactly a stranger to her past.

She did smile wide though once she got over the initial shock and turned to face Jemma. Her grin faltered, not sure if she should be this excited or not, but the girl didn't seem to be angry.

"Hey," Skye smiled fully this time, deciding just to be happy. If Jemma had been angry, she would have thrown a book at her instead of kiss her. "You uhm...you aren't upset?"

"Well, to be honest, a little bit," Jemma almost laughed at the horrified look on Skye's face. "But mostly, I just feel better. Thank you." She finished. Jemma crawled a little closer and turned her body so that they were facing each other. She really wanted to just lean in and kiss her, but they'd been so off lately, she wasn't sure.

"No problem," Skye chuckled, leaning back against the tree, "Anytime really. It's not every day I get to plot a coup against you and your study habits." The girl laughed and tilted her head a little to the side, just staring at Jemma in the last rays of the sunlight. It had been a long time since she had just done that, just looked at her. It made Skye sigh, and a tiny smile appeared on her lips.

"I miss you, Jems."

Jemma frowned at the sad tone of Skye's voice. She'd kind of expected it, they wouldn't just go from cold to warm and fuzzy without even acknowledging the fact that they'd been off track.

"I missed you too." Jemma reached for Skye's hand. She felt a little guilty now about the way she'd pulled away that night their relationship had basically been put in a freezer. She hadn't held Skye's hand in a long time, but it still felt familiar.

Skye squeezed her hand before she could think twice about it, having missed the feeling of it in her own. It had been much too long, and Skye regretted her actions that had brought them to this point. All because of a stupid dare. She could be dead in a week. She didn't even know what to expect. Skye wanted to focus on preparing for the task. If she survived the task, then she could take a break and spend time fixing what she had messed up with Jemma.

Seeing Jemma here now though, not upset with her, and acting almost the way that they used to, Skye couldn't help it. She leaned up from the tree and took Jemma's face in her hands and kissed her before the girl could decide if she wanted to pull away or not. Skye tried not to be needy, but that was a hard thing for her to do, and she inevitably failed, grasping her face a little tighter before running one hand through Jemma's hair, holding on tightly for fear that the girl would get up and leave again.

Usually Jemma was more of a receiver, but the sudden kiss after over a month of hardly speaking activated something she didn't even know she had in her. She took the initiative and straddled Skye's legs, pulling her closer by her tie with one hand and burying the other in her dark brown curls.

Skye wished they were in the attic. She wished very badly that they were in the attic. She knew the basics of apparition by now, but she also knew that would definitely not work. This would have to do. Yes, this would very much have to do. This Jemma was a very rare creature, like a unicorn, and Skye only got a glimpse on occasion. This time she had come with enchanted rope and a cage and everything. This unicorn wasn't going to get away.

Skye's hands were on her thighs in an instant, grabbing roughly and pulling her closer still. One stayed there, holding tightly while the other continued to ride up. Skye's hands were moving on their own. Her brain was too preoccupied to focus as she kissed Jemma again and again. The light had faded and any students that had been out were already making their way inside to go to dinner. By this point, Skye was hungry, but it certainly wasn't for dinner.

Bobbi was one of those students heading to the regular evening meal, and the first time, she didn't even throw a glance at the two girls making out in the courtyard, but something about one of them made her stop in her tracks and back up. Her eyes widened and she could feel a blush slowly covering her cheeks because of what she was witnessing. She didn't blush, what was going on?

Shy, flustered, cute little Jemma was over there, on top of Skye, aggressively making out with her. It was like she was seeing a completely different person and she had to blink a few times to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her. But sure enough, it was Jemma. It was Jemma's hands all over the other girl's body and Jemma's lips all over the other girl's neck. It made her blood boil and her hands clench into tight fists.

She just couldn't fathom how Jemma had possibly run back to Skye when she was fully aware that the brunette had used her wand on her earlier that day. Someone else heading to dinner accidentally bumped into her shoulder and brought her back to her senses. She quickly glanced away, rushing to the Great Hall and away from the scene.

Completely unaware that anyone had been watching them, Jemma continued her slow, sensual attack on Skye's neck. Her lips gently brushed against the other girl's skin, occasionally pressing a kiss along the way to her target, the soft spot right behind Skye's ear. She knew it drove the other girl mad when she teased her with a soft nip. One of Jemma's hands slowly wandered downwards, settling on her waist and grasping firmly. Using the hand still entangled in Skye's hair, Jemma tilted her head to the side so more of her skin was exposed. With this new terrain came a plentiful number of opportunities to send shivers down Skye's spine. Jemma made sure each kiss contained a light graze of her teeth against Skye's throat and was accompanied by a slow grind of her hips into her abdomen.

Skye bit her lip. Her grip on Jemma's thighs grew tighter, her nails digging in just slightly. Her hands wanted to wander but she was paralyzed by the smaller girl's lips. A moan escaped out and into the air as Jemma found her way to the pulse point on the side of her neck.

"Jemma…" Skye was practically breathless. She was enjoying the beauty of this rare moment and all it had to offer. She wanted to continue doing so, but as much as she enjoyed Jemma's hands and mouth on her this way, she was still somehow acutely aware that they were still outside in public. She wanted to take this to the attic. Skye wanted to take a lot of things, namely Jemma. Skye let out another breathless groan when she felt hot breath hit her ear just before Jemma kissed it again.

Before she realized it, two of her top buttons were undone and her tie was on the ground. As much as she didn't want this to stop, they at least needed to pause and relocate. Something easier said than done.

"Jems…?" Finally Skye found some semblance of willpower and removed one of her hands from Jemma's hips and placed it on her shoulder, trying to push her back just a little to keep her from assaulting her neck anymore. She received an exasperated, "what" before she saw the British girl finally calm down a little. She hated to ask, but she needed to.

"Dinner or attic?"

"Attic, now."