Thank you all so much for your responses on the last chapter. I was convinced that no one read this fiction anymore. I'm sorry it's taken me a while to get this chapter up, but not including the author's note, it's 6, 732 words, which is my longest chapter to date. I couldn't stop writing and eventually had to force myself to end this chapter, or it would be a ridiculous novel in this chapter alone.

Secondly, I have around 28, maybe 29 chapters planned for this fiction. For future chapter, here is a couple of warnings; There will be character death. Depending on how much you love said character, will determine whether it's a major or minor death, there probably won't be much smut. I'm paranoid about getting too detailed as the rules on this site say no detailed smut, so if I do have sex scenes, they will be very minor and not descriptive.

There will be another author's note at the end of the chapter, as it contains spoilers for this chapter.

I hope you all enjoy and thank you so much for reading and taking your time to comment.

Also, I am getting married the week after next, but I don't go on my honeymoon straight away as my soon-to-be husband is a lawyer and his case won't be finished for another couple of weeks. I'll be on my honeymoon from September 22nd to October the 10th, so it'll probably be unlikely that I will update, unless I get bored, which will probably be unlikely as we are going to some beautiful places. So I will probably be able to get the next chapter up before I go.

Anyway on with the chapter and enough with my rambling.

Chapter Seventeen: The Quidditch World Cup

"What the bloody hell is going on here, lad?" Mr Jones demands as he narrows his eyes at Killian.

Emma notices that the flames go green once more and this time a woman steps out, and she instantly recognizes her as Killian's mother. Mrs Jones looks surprised when her blue eyes land on the blonde, before travelling to Killian. Unlike her husband, she doesn't question it and instead chooses to remain silent.

Killian continues to stand in front of Emma as he stares off with his angry father. Emma can't remember the last time she had ever felt so awkward meeting someone.

"Father, this is Emma, my…" Killian stumbles over his words, not sure how to label their relationship.

Emma steps forward and her fingers brush Killian's in an attempt to offer him some comfort.

"Emma Swan, I'm Killian's girlfriend." Emma holds her hand out for Mr Jones to shake.

The man's cold brown eyes narrow once more and shockingly to Killian, he actually shakes Emma's hand.

"Brennan Jones. I wish I could say this was a pleasure." He says stiffly, quickly ending their handshake.

Killian clenches his fist at the rude tone in his father's voice. Brennan hardly looks affected by Killian's reaction and continues to eye Emma with the upmost dislike.

"You are back early." Killian finally says in an attempt to break the tense atmosphere, which fails.

Brennan looks at Killian with a sharp expression. "Business finished early. Your mother and I thought we'd come home early to surprise you, instead we find you at home with a Swan."

Emma notes that Mrs Jones still hasn't said anything as she makes her way to her son, hugging him tightly. Emma distinctly hears Killian greeting her when she feels Brennan's eyes back on her once again.

Finally, Killian breaks the awkward silence and Emma couldn't be more relieved. She notices that his mother is looking at her with a kind expression.

"Emma, this is my mother. Elizabeth Jones." Killian smiles.

Elizabeth, despite Brennan's glare, comes forward and gently hugs Emma. Emma returns the hug, deciding that she likes Elizabeth.

"Killian's told me a lot about you in his letters, Emma. It's lovely to meet you, dear." Elizabeth smiles.

"I'm pleased to meet you too." Emma replies politely, trying not to focus on the unforgiving stare still being sent her way.

Killian looks between his mum and Emma with a smile on his face. He knows that Brennan Jones will more than likely never approve of Emma, but all he really wanted was for his mum to like her, and judging from the smile on Elizabeth's face, she did.

"Elizabeth, will you please fetch Pan and ask for him to make us some tea. I could use a welcome home drink." Brennan interrupts.

Elizabeth nods her head, squeezes Emma's hand in a friendly manner and begins to exit the room.

"Take Killian as well, dear. Miss Swan, you and I are going to take a walk through the grounds." Brennan orders and Emma knows better than to refuse.

Killian clearly doesn't like this and looks as though he is about to protest his father's orders.

"Don't you dare argue with me lad, or I'll make sure you don't see Miss Swan here until Hogwarts." Brennan hisses.

Emma flinches at the way Brennan talks to his son and anger begins to bubble away in her stomach. Emma can only smile and nod her head when Killian sends her an apologetic look. Once Killian and Elizabeth are out of the room, Brennan turns back to her.

"Come."

…

Brennan doesn't say a word as they make their way back down the driveway and towards a pebbled lane. Emma can feel her palms sweating as the displeased vibes continue to radiate from Brennan towards her. She doesn't have to be the smartest witch to know that Brennan Jones is about to issue some very unfriendly words.

"How did you and my son meet?" Brennan asks a few moments later, as they bypass a large outdoor swimming pool.

"Uhm…" Emma has to think for a few moments. "First year… we were against one another in a pop quiz. I… I beat him."

Brennan snorts. "He's pretty useless, so that doesn't surprise me."

Emma goes to argue in Killian's defence when Brennan rounds on her and for a few moments, she becomes fearful that he's going to hex her to Mars.

"I don't like you, Miss Swan. And I especially don't like you dating or being around my son." Brennan says with a strict tone. "Do you know what your father did to me all those years ago?"

Emma shakes her head. She knows from Killian that her father had conned Brennan out of money or something along those lines; but at the time, she had only thought Killian was lying in an attempt to get under her skin.

"Let me explain. He conned me out of two hundred thousand galleons. Managed to convince Elizabeth and me that we were donating to charity and instead we learn he kept the money for himself. Of course we had no evidence to support this in the Wizengamot, so there was no trial. If it wasn't for Elizabeth, I would have made sure it was all over the papers and everyone in the Wizarding community knew that your father was a fraud. My wife has a kind heart, Miss Swan."

Emma felt a sharp pang in her heart. She might not like Brennan, but she knows that he isn't lying.

"All that money in your vault isn't yours. It's mine, and my wife's." Brennan snarls. "Your parents; Derek and Odette, couldn't afford anything and you were due to be born that year. Trust me right now, if your mum hadn't been expecting you, my wife wouldn't have been so forgiving."

Emma sighs deeply and looks Brennan square in the eyes, forcing herself not to back down at his intense stance.

"With all due respect Mr Jones, I am not my father. Whatever he did to you, I am sorry, but you can't take his wrong-doings out on me."

Brennan narrows his eyes again. "You are the one who is now using my money to take care of yourself and pay your way in the Wizarding world."

Emma opens her mouth to reply, but can't form an argument. He is right. All this time she has been led to believe her parents had been wealthy, not knowing that the money in her vault was actually someone else's.

"Would you like it back?" Emma asks.

Brennan chuckles harshly. "And have my son hate me more than he already does… I don't think so. He'd never speak to me again if he knew I took back the money. Yet again, most of the time he makes it very clear that he doesn't like me."

Emma narrows her eyes and doesn't flinch at the steely cold gaze Brennan bestows upon her.

"Have you ever stopped and wondered why Killian doesn't like you?" Emma asks.

Brennan opens his mouth to argue back, but Emma, even surprising her, holds up her hand to silence him.

"You treat him like he is never enough. You constantly belittle him; make him feel like he isn't worthy, smart enough, athletic enough… All he wants is your love and approval. He's not Liam and will never be him. I'm sorry you lost Liam. I know how much he meant to you, but you can't take the loss out on Killian. He's your son as well and is completely different from Liam. He's smart in his own ways and is one of the most caring people I know. He's polite, well-mannered, funny…"

Brennan shuffles on his feet awkwardly and looks down.

"Why? Why do you treat Killian the way you do?" Emma's breathless and it hasn't even registered in her mind that she has just ranted at Brennan.

"Because I…" He can't answer.

Emma sighs deeply. "I understand Liam was your favourite son, but he's gone now and you have Killian still. Killian is a wonderful wizard who is excelling in school. All he wants is for you to be proud of him… He deserves a better father than you Mr Jones. He deserves someone who will love him and tell him that he is an amazing son. He needs a father, and you sir, are doing a pretty crap job."

Not giving Brennan a second glance, Emma turns on her heels and storms back towards the mansion, now convinced that Brennan will definitely not let her near Killian again, if he had his way.

…

The moment Emma re-enters the mansion, she sees Killian and Elizabeth sitting at the dining table eating sandwiches and drinking tea. Both of them turn their attention to the seething blonde and immediately Elizabeth makes her way over to Emma.

"Are you okay, dear?" Elizabeth asks. "My husband didn't hex you, did he?"

Emma chuckles bitterly. "I think I left just before he had chance too."

Killian's on his feet now and in front of her. Elizabeth watches as Killian laces his fingers through Emma's with a soft smile on her face.

"Are you sure you are alright, Swan?" Killian questions, as he tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Emma nods. "Yes, but I think I should get going. I don't think your father will want me to even step foot on your mansions ground anymore."

"I apologize for his behavior Emma." Elizabeth smiles softly. "I don't think he's ever gotten over what Derek did. Never mind the fact that he has millions of galleons in the bank, more than enough to last him ten life times over. Don't let him make you feel bad."

Killian squeezes Emma's hand in reassurance before the front door slams.

"Maybe you and Emma should head back to Diagon Alley." Elizabeth whispers. "He's clearly not in a good mood."

Killian nods and pulls Emma closer to him.

"It was lovely to meet you Emma." Elizabeth smiles in a friendly manner. "I hope we can see one another again soon."

Elizabeth's kind face is the last thing Emma sees before Killian apparates them away.

…

Diagon Alley is a lot less crowded now, with many shops shutting for the night. Killian and Emma are hand in hand; as they make their way up the quiet alley towards the Floo Network entry Emma takes back to the Blanchard's house. Emma can still feel that Killian is tense from their run in with his father and Emma begins to debate whether to tell him about her spat with Brennan or not.

"I hope my father's behavior doesn't change anything between us." Killian blurts out a few moments later.

Emma sighs, stops walking and so does Killian. His worried blue eyes meet hers and Emma steps forward without needing to think and gently places her hand on his stubbled cheek and kisses him. Killian is frozen for a moment before his arms slowly encircle Emma's waist, holding him to her. A few moments go by and Emma begins to pull away, but only slightly so Killian's arms remain around her.

"Trust me, Killian… Your father isn't going to change anything. He just needs to wake up and see how amazing you are."

"You think so?" Killian asks.

"I know so." Emma replies before kissing him again, not caring about the onlookers pulling faces in their direction."

…

As Emma lays awake in bed later that evening, reading through Hogwarts: A History, she is disturbed when a light tapping noise repeatedly comes from the bedroom window. Emma can distinctly see wings flapping as she makes her way over to the window, opens it and is greeted by a grand looking Eagle Owl, which she recognizes as Killian's.

The bird swoops into her room, dropping a letter and perches himself next to Henry. Emma quickly unfolds the parchment to see what Killian has sent her. Only two words are written in black ink;

Thank you.

…

Before Emma knows it, time has flown and the Quidditch World Cup is due to start the following morning. Mary Margaret and herself have already packed for the weekend and sent their bags ahead with Leo and Eva. David, Robin, Mulan, Ruby, Graham and Regina are due to meet the pair at the Blanchard home in just under ten minutes, where the group will then take a portkey to Dartmoor National Park, where the Ministry had performed all the charms they could think off to make the Quidditch Arena and the campgrounds invisible to the Muggle Eye. Killian, his father and mother had already arrived at Dartmoor, given that Brennan's business had finished early.

Robin is the first to arrive and he embraces Emma with a tight hug. Only Mary Margaret and David are aware that Emma and Killian are back together. Judging from the sympathetic look in Robin's eyes, Emma can see that he is still thinking she's heartbroken from what Killian did.

"Have you had a good holiday so far, Emma?" Robin asks as Graham enters next.

"It's been pretty good so far. What about you?" Emma replies as she hugs Graham hello.

Robin raises an eye-brow and smiles. "It's been good. No offense but Regina and I were convinced you had been moping the entire time."

Emma chuckles. "For the first couple of weeks, I suppose I was."

Mulan and Ruby arrive next, hand in hand. They too hug Graham and Robin, both boys not surprised to see them as a couple.

"How's you and Killian going?" Ruby asks in a whisper as she joins Emma on the couch.

"We're good. I met his father last week. He hates me." Emma answers in a quiet voice. "I'm surprised he hasn't applied for a restraining order against me yet."

Ruby sniggers as Regina enters finally. Emma notices that Regina is dressed in Muggle attire and it's definitely a shock. It's quite clear that someone hasn't paid attention on what not to wear together. Regina offers Emma a small smile before kissing Robin hello.

"Regina Mills wearing Muggle clothing?" Mulan notes. "I would never have thought I would see this day."

Regina shrugs. "I'm dating a Muggle-born now aren't I? I decided that I should try and be a bit more like Muggles. I just don't like this outfit."

Emma glances at the bright yellow dress Regina is wearing over green jeans, paired with brand new trainers, matched with a French beret.

"Yeah you might actually have succeeded if you wore a top instead of a dress and ditched the beret." Robin sniggers as Regina's cheeks blush in a deep shade of red.

"Let me change." Regina answers in a shy tone.

Mary Margaret and Regina leave the room and Emma turns to Robin.

"What's wrong with her? She doesn't seem the same?"

Robin sighs. "It's all been kept quiet, but Zelena is heading to Azkaban. Three weeks ago, Walsh and Zelena had a major fight and Zelena, well, she turned Walsh into a flying monkey and when the Ministry where unable to revert the spell, he died. Zelena later admitted to turning him into a monkey on purpose, but did not intend for him to die. The Ministry wouldn't hear it though and they sentenced her to twenty years in prison."

Emma, David, Mulan, Ruby and Graham's eyes all widen in sync. David looks particularly sick at the thought.

"That's…" Emma doesn't have time to respond as Regina and Mary Margaret re-enter the room.

"A very stupid thing to do on her behalf. I'm well aware, Emma." Regina says with a tight-lipped smile. "It won't be long until it's published in the Daily Prophet, especially when Sidney Glass finds out."

Robin wraps his arm around Regina's shoulders in an attempt to comfort her, but Regina just places a fake smile on her face.

"Come on, or we'll miss the portkey." She says, before leading Robin back out into the yard.

…

Once Emma's feet land on the grass just outside the entrance to the campgrounds, she is once again reminded why she hates using Portkeys. She had wanted to apparate, but the group had decided it would best to all arrive together and so she had no choice but to touch the deflated football and feel like she was on a rollercoaster.

"I'm with Emma on the way back. Apparition it is." Mary Margaret says, earning a few curious looks. "I feel like I'm going to puke."

"Can we not use the word puke?" Ruby mutters back, looking awfully pale herself.

Emma rolls her eyes as the group begins to search through their bags looking for their tickets. Once they all have their tickets in their hands, they join the extremely long queue.

In front of them is a group of Irish fans all decked out in green and orange, excitedly humming the

Irish Quidditch Teams' theme. They continue to do this until they pass through the security check an hour later. Emma breathes a sigh of relief when she sees them happily skip into the campgrounds as she shows the ticket checker her entry pass.

"Ah Miss Swan and Miss Blanchard, Leo and Eva have already checked you in. Here is a map to show you where your tent is located. Your friends are all near you." The security wizard says as he allows Emma and Mary Margaret to pass.

The pair waits on the other side of the check point, as the others are granted entry and given maps to their tents also. Regina is the last through and is blushing a deep shade of red. From what Emma had heard, Regina and Robin would be sharing a tent and the wizard who had granted their entry had teased them about getting up to hanky panky.

"Emma." Graham whispers as he comes up behind her, his hand settling on her lower back. "Why is Jones there? Do you want me to get rid of him?"

Emma turns to the direction Graham is looking in and sure enough, Killian is leaning against a pole, clearly waiting for her. His eyes are narrowed at Graham, who still has his hand on Emma's back. Emma slowly steps away from Graham blushes under his heated gaze. Regina and Robin are also eyeing Emma with a confused looks as Killian slowly begins to make his way over to the group.

"Well, you see…" Emma doesn't have time to finish her sentence as Killian stops beside her, his arm sinking around her waist possessively.

"I fucking knew it!" Regina smirks.

…

Graham remains in a bad mood as the group continues their way down to the masses of tents. Emma is happily wrapped in Killian's embrace as he whispers things in her ear. Emma's fingers gently poke Killian's side as he tells her a story about a kid falling off his broom last night in front of his family's tent, whilst his fingers absentmindedly twirl her blonde locks. They look like the perfect picturesque couple, with not a care in the world.

"Well this is us." Regina interrupts as they stop outside what looks to be a small tent.

Robin's eyeing the tent with distaste, clearly not having ever seen a magical tent before. The pair quickly says their goodbye's before heading inside, no one failing to notice the shocked gasp from Robin, coming mere seconds later.

"Where are you?" Emma asks, as she peers up at Killian from under her sunglasses.

"On the other side of the grounds. I have to apparate there and back." Killian replies ignoring the unimpressed look Graham is sending his way.

"Ah, well I bet your father made sure you were well away from me." Emma chuckles awkwardly.

"Actually…"

Mary Margaret interrupts Killian. "Emma we're that tent there, David is next door, Graham is straight opposite and Ruby and Mulan are three doors down. We're all close so we don't have to spend ages trying to find one another tomorrow."

Emma smiles politely as Mary Margaret and David disappear inside the Blanchard's tent. Emma notices that Mulan and Ruby have already gone, and that Graham is in the process of grumpily stalking into his.

"He still doesn't like me, does he?" Killian asks, eyeing Graham's retreating figure.

"No." Emma sighs and looks back at him. "What were you going to say before?"

Killian's face breaks out in a small smile. "My father has invited you to dine with us tonight. What do you say, Princess? Would you like to experience a dinner with the Jones family?"

…

The Blanchard's have no problem with her having dinner with Killian's family, so ten minutes later Emma finds herself standing outside a very grand looking tent, and she knows the inside will be even more extravagant. Her last conversation with Brennan comes to mind and she finds herself feeling quite nervous, under the impression that he's going to ban her from seeing Killian in the future, but Killian himself looks relaxed as they finally enter the tent.

Elizabeth is sat reading a book by the fireplace; her feet perched in Brennan's lap as he scribbles something on a piece of paper. The pair hasn't realized that Killian and Emma have entered, but when they do, Emma finds herself wrapped in a tight embrace by Elizabeth.

"Thank you for coming." Elizabeth smiles kindly. "I'm happy to see you again."

"You too." Emma replies in a polite tone. "You look lovely Mrs Jones."

"Please, call me Elizabeth."

Emma nods her understanding and turns to face Brennan and is surprised to see that he is having a civil and completely at ease conversation with his son, and that Killian actually seems happy.

"Good evening, Miss Swan." Brennan says as his eyes finally land on Emma.

"Hi." Emma says in a shy tone.

Brennan steps forward and holds his hand out for her to shake, which she does hesitantly.

"Before we eat…" Brennan begins, sending Killian a small smile. "I'd like to apologize for my behavior the last time we spoke. I… I'm a bitter man at times and well, it took a seventeen year old witch to finally get through to me. Did you receive my note I sent you the same night after our argument? I sent it with Killian's owl."

Emma nods her head, now only realizing that it hadn't been Killian's writing on the parchment. Emma appears rather shocked at Brennan's confession as she looks between him and Killian.

"When you left me standing in the gardens, I can safely say that no one has ever dared speak to me in that manner, nor storm away from me. Maybe that is why no one has ever gotten through to me. Your words were quite powerful and made me realize how much I was missing out on in life. I've neglected Killian most of his life, always compared him to Liam and never been satisfied with what Killian has accomplished and I certainly don't have the right to take Liam's death out on him. After you left, you'd opened my eyes. Killian is an amazing person and I do have a wonderful son. I was just failing to see this. Killian and I have a long way to go with our relationship, but due to your stern words last week, I've tried and I'm hoping that Killian and I can slowly re-build our relationship. So thank you Miss… Emma, for opening my eyes on how wonderful Killian is. That's why I sent the letter that night, because you made me realize there and then that I was being not just a terrible father, but a terrible person."

Emma's eyes widen at Brennan's confession and she watches as Brennan pats Killian's shoulder in a gentle manner. Elizabeth has tears in her eyes, whilst Killian's cheeks are tinged pink.

"And I'm very sorry for the way I spoke to you and about your father. You were right. Whatever Derek did to me, I did not have the right to take it out on you. You make my son happy and that's all that should matter to a father… his child's happiness." Brennan says as he once again holds his hand out. "What do you say, Emma? Can we start again?"

Emma stares at his outstretched hand for a few moments, before breaking out in a grin and eagerly shaking it.

"Yes. It's nice to meet you, Mr Jones."

"You can call me, Brennan."

…

"So that's why you had gone all quiet on me this past week…"

Emma and Killian walk hand in hand back to the Blanchard's tent, having decided they wanted some alone time to talk, and the only way they could do that would be to walk.

"You'd been figuring things out with your father." Emma finishes as she squeezes Killian's fingers.

Killian chuckles softly. "Aye, princess. Father won't tell me what you said to him that day in the yard, but he's making an effort now and that's all I've ever wanted. He played Quidditch with me the other day. Just the two of us. You know, that's the first time he's made an effort with me since Liam passed away."

Emma listens carefully to what Killian is saying as he pulls her to a small picnic area. He sits down and rests his back against a tree, before pulling Emma in between his legs and wrapping his arms around her middle. Emma smiles softly as she rests her head against his shoulder.

"It took a lot for him to do that, love. Liam was killed in a game of Quidditch during the summer before I was due to start at Hogwarts. He'd just graduated. I remember the day it happened. Father had taken me to watch his trial for the Chudley Canon's when disaster struck. He was hit in the head by a bludger accidentally sent his way…"

Emma strokes Killian's palm with her fingers, understanding how difficult this story is to tell.

"I've never forgotten the sound of the crack that surrounded the arena when it happened. Liam's head flopped to one side before he fell from his broom. Father and I rushed onto the pitch, but it was too late. He was gone. The person who hit the bludger; Claude Knight, was that horrified and distraught, he threw himself off the stadium's roof later that night. It was an accident, but it completely destroyed my father. He'd never been a fan of me and couldn't look at me after Liam's death… So it means a lot that he is now trying, even though he's years too late to form a proper bond with me."

Emma kisses the back of his hand in a tender manner. "He might be too late, but at least he's trying. Some people don't even get that."

Killian knows that she is referring to her father being dead, but he doesn't say anything as he can sense that Emma doesn't want to talk about it. Instead, he gently turns her head so he can look in her eyes.

"Let me kiss you, sweetheart." He mumbles.

Emma smiles and happily grants his request.

…

The entire campground is awake first light the next morning. Even though the match doesn't start until evening time, no one is able to contain their excitement. The first thing Emma sees when she exits the tent is Ministry officials trying to contain a bunch of kids who keep flying too high on their brooms in case they are seen from a distance by Muggles, despite all the Muggle repelling charms in place. The kids parents are nowhere in sight and Emma can't help but feel it's slightly bad parenting as the officials take away the brooms from the kids.

Emma bumps into David who is carrying a map, looking around in a daze.

"Mary Margaret is still in bed." Emma offers the information and David just chuckles.

"I'm looking for the breakfast tent. It's supposed to be near us, but I can't find it anywhere. Mum, dad and James are still in bed." David answers.

Emma is surprised that James came and David nods his head in affirmation as he is able to tell what Emma is thinking.

"You're up early as well." David notes with a knowing look. "Meeting up with a certain Slytherin?"

Emma chuckles. "No actually. He's having breakfast with his father. I'm looking for a merchandise stand. I thought I would get there early, but it appears everyone else has the same idea."

Both David and Emma glance to the left, where the only merchandise stand in their camp's area is standing, completely swarmed by wizards.

"I fancy some breakfast as well." Emma mumbles. "Let's go and find it."

It takes them nearly twenty minutes to find the allocated food tent, before they finally make their way back to their accommodation with fresh bacon butties.

"So, who do you think will win?" David asks.

Emma goes silent for a few moments and is clearly deep in thought. David doesn't interrupt her.

"Well, Bulgaria has the best seeker, Hans Isle… but Ireland has a stronger team. So I think the Irish will win and Hans will catch the snitch."

David rolls his eyes. "Oh come on, Emma. Bulgaria has this in the bag."

Emma lightly punches David in the arm. "Alright, I expect an apology when Ireland wins tonight."

"Is this because Killian's an Irish supporter?" David teases.

Emma quickly shakes her head. "Don't under estimate the Irish and their leprechauns. Plus, something tells me you are really team Veela, not Bulgaria." Emma snorts as Mary Margaret finally exits the tent.

She and David share a good morning kiss, but Mary Margaret wraps her arm around Emma's shoulders.

"Sorry David. I'm with Emma. Ireland has this in the bag."

…

By four o'clock, everyone is beginning to make their way to the stadium. Emma is wearing an orange and green scarf as she sings the Irish National Anthem with Mulan and Ruby. David, Mary Margaret, Graham and Robin walk a few metres behind, pretending they don't know the over-enthusiastic girls in front of them. Regina had left Robin to go and watch the match with her father, Cora to distraught to be seen in public over Zelena's sentencing.

By the time the group of friends finally make it to the stadium's entrance, it's almost five thirty and Emma's spirit has dropped a bit. Mulan and Ruby also look less excited, the three worn out from all their excitement earlier. The ticket checker at the door takes a while glancing at Emma's ticket, before pulling her aside, followed by the others. They all wear matching confused expressions on their faces, but the small wizard just smiles at them.

"You've been upgraded. I've been waiting for you all. Follow me." The wizard squeaks.

Emma sends Robin a confused look as he falls into step beside her. Emma can distinctly hear Mary Margaret muttering to David behind her that there must have been a mistake as upgrades like this don't happen. David appears to be just as confused as Mary Margaret as he is agreeing with her.

Robin looks down at Emma. "You don't think he's lying and going to kick us out instead?"

"Anything's possible." Emma replies a little breathless as they begin to climb some steep stairs.

The group has been climbing for around three minutes when Mulan takes a sharp breath and Emma sees her grip Ruby's hand tighter.

"This isn't right." Mulan mumbles breathlessly. "This is the Minister's box."

"That it is." The small wizard smiles in a friendly manner. "Follow me."

The moment Emma steps out into the grand seating area, her eyes land on Killian, who is dressed in a smart black suit with an Irish scarf around his next. He smiles when he sees her and Emma understands.

"Did your boyfriend get us all upgrades?" David asks, not being able to control his excitement.

As Killian greets Emma to help her down the rest of the stairs to their row, Emma's eyes land on Brennan and he sends her a small smile, and it clicks that he is the one responsible for the generous gesture.

"Thank you." Emma says in shock.

Brennan simply nods his head and turns back to his wife.

…

"Killian, your dad didn't have to do this." Emma whispers as she takes a seat next to him.

The blue eyed teen smiles, takes her hand in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her pulse point. "Trust me, Princess, he didn't have to. He wanted too."

Killian notices David watching the pair and sends his former mate a smile. David stares at Killian blankly for a few moments, before slowly nodding his head.

"Good view, isn't it?" David asks in an attempt to start a conversation.

"Best view in the arena, mate." Killian replies. "Not to mention, we get to have dinner with the Minister as well."

Mary Margaret's face flashes with excitement. "Are you serious? That's amazing. I wish my mum and dad were here to see this."

"They are." Killian shouts over the screaming fans. "They are over there with Regina, her father Henry, Tamara and Greg. There's also a spare seat next to Regina if you want to sit with her Robin."

Robin thanks Killian before quickly moving next to his girlfriend.

Emma glances over at Graham and sees that he isn't looking that impressed. Killian follows her eyes and also notices that Graham is in a mood… a bad one to be exact.

"Don't let him get you down, princess." Killian whispers, drawing her attention back to him.

Emma shrugs. "I wasn't. He's just been acting weird since yesterday and it has me worried."

Killian's fingers trace a pattern on her cheek which has her blushing within seconds. With a cheeky smile, Killian surges forward and kisses the red patch that has formed there, which only results in the blush spreading further across her face.

"How do you find the view?"

Emma suddenly becomes a bit embarrassed at hers and Killian's display when she sees that Elizabeth and Brennan are looking at them, Elizabeth with a teasing smile on her face.

"It's fantastic. Brennan, this was too much. Thank you." Emma replies.

Brennan waves his hand. "Consider this part of my apology. Killian told me that you are your friends had the worst seats in the arena and I knew the Minister's box was practically empty so I called in a few favours. Also, Killian's a lot happier now that you are here."

Emma chuckles as Brennan ruffles Killian's hair.

"How did you find the campground last night, Emma?" Elizabeth asks. "It wasn't too noisy?"

Emma shakes her head. "No. The tent we are in blocks out the sound from outside."

"That's good. I've heard from some others that the noise became that unbearable they apparated home." Elizabeth chuckles.

"That wouldn't surprise me."

…

The minute Merlin, the Minister of Magic concluded his welcoming speech, the match began. The Irish mascot; a leprechaun, danced in the sky and began to throw gold coins at the fans in the stadium stands. Emma can see many people in the stands hastily trying to collect as much of the gold as they can, whilst Killian just laughs.

"What is it?" Emma asks.

"It's Leprechaun gold. These people don't realize that in a few hours it will all disappear." Killian explains as David stops reaching for one that falls on the ground in front of him.

The leprechaun continues to throw gold for a few more moments when suddenly the banging on loud drums begin to echo around the arena, and it doesn't take long for Emma to notice that a entranced look has crossed over Killian's face. On the pitch, a group of very beautiful women stand there and she recognizes them as Veela. Most men in the stadium no longer able to the control themselves as they stare at the Veela.

After a few moments, the Veela disappear and Killian comes back around again. He glances at Emma and sends her a guilty look, but she can only laugh in return. Mary Margaret on the other hand, has smacked David on the arm and Graham looks a lot more relaxed now.

"Here comes the Irish team!" A commentator announces a group of men fly into the arena on their broomsticks in orange and green uniforms.

The players do a quick circle of the arena to the cheers of the crowd, before moving to one side as the Bulgarian team is introduced.

…

An hour into the match, Emma is lost for words when Merlin, the actual Minister of Magic, and his wife Nimue approach her. Nimue is beautiful and Emma notices that Killian once again wears the same entranced expression on his face as he looks at the Minister's wife.

"Emma Swan." Merlin smiles as he holds his hand out. "I've been waiting to meet you for a very long time. I went to school with your mother, Odette. She was in my year and we were both sorted into Ravenclaw."

Emma's eyes widen as Merlin addresses her and she shakes his hand, maybe a bit too enthusiastically.

"It's an honour to meet you, Minister." Emma replies breathlessly, unable to believe that the Minister has actually personally sought her out.

Merlin nods his head. "Your mother was the smartest witch I ever met. I am so happy to hear you are following in her footsteps. I've been keeping an eye on you ever since you started Hogwarts. I wanted to see if you had the potential to become a successful Auror like your father. He was the best we ever had. A Gryffindor student who got into trouble a lot, but was as loyal and brave as you could get."

Emma blushes at his compliments. "I'm happy to hear that, Minister."

"Please make sure you consider an Auror career after you finish Hogwarts. I notice you already have the grades to apply now. If you excuse me, my wife isn't feeling very well. I hope we meet again soon in the future." Merlin takes a hold of Nimue's hand and the pair leaves.

Emma feels like she is in shock for a few moments. Never once did she think the Minister would even address her, let alone even know who she was. Killian comes back to himself.

"Bloody Veela." He mumbles.

"Wait, the Minister's wife is a Veela?" Emma asks in surprise.

"Aye and Merlin's her mate." Killian smirks. "So, the Minister knows you. I knew you were a bloody wonder, Princess."

"Correction Killian, he knew my mother and father and only knows who I am because of them."

"Well, that's still amazing." Killian teases poking Emma's ribcage. "Something tells me that the Minister is going to want a certain someone working for him in the future."

Emma goes to respond when the Irish in the stadium erupt in loud cheers. Orange and green fireworks begin to explode.

Sure enough, Ireland has won despite the fact that Hans had caught the snitch. Exactly like Emma had predicted earlier that day.

Emma and Killian are on their feet screaming madly with the rest of the Minister's box guests and other fans in the stadium when she feels a tap on her shoulder. David is looking at her and appears to be rather grumpy.

"You were right."

"And?" Emma grins.

"Sorry." David mumbles. "I'll listen to you in the future."

Killian leans around Emma to look at David and grins. "You weren't actually going for Bulgaria where you?"

Emma can see that Killian is struggling not to laugh. David narrows his eyes, but he wears an amused expression as Killian claps him on the back.

"Their team sucks compared to the Irish." Killian laughs.

"I can see that." David replies.

"Is this a truce then?" Killian asks David with a shy tone.

David looks between Killian and Emma for a few moments, before nodding his head. Killian sports a big smile as he turns Emma back to face him, kissing her firmly on the lips.

As a firework explodes in the sky above them, Emma wants nothing more than to stay in this moment

Thoughts?

Okay, so yes Brennan has started to try with Killian and has formed a truce with Emma, and is being nice, but please remember he comes from a pureblood family and still has a lot of values, some will be presented over the chapters. He is also suddenly not a Muggle or Muggle-born lover. I'm not sure if I'm ever going to have him accepting of non purebloods, but remember he is modeled after Lucius Malfoy. It's up to you to decide whether he is worse or not. Also, you might be getting mixed feelings about Brennan's and Elizabeth's marriage. It might come across as happy at times and not at others. Basically they are in love and Elizabeth is genuinely in love with Brennan, but even the best happiest of marriages still have problem's, so I do plan to dig into more of Killian's family life.

As you might have already seen, when Emma and Killian aren't together in a scene, I'm mainly writing about Emma. I'm not sure why I do this, but it does come to be naturally, and I'll try to write more about Killian, but once I start writing, I just can't stop.

I hope everyone is having a lovely weekend.