A/N: Thanks for sticking around for this story despite our very inconsistent posting schedule (lifeiscrazy). Wanted to let you all know that this is the last chapter, but have no fear, the third installment in the Slytherin to my Heart series will be coming at you soon.

After having had a snack to replace some of her lost energy, Skye ended up sleeping for the rest of the day again, her body still recovering. Jiaying had come home and gotten an update on her daughter's condition from Jemma, who had returned back to reading and doing other activities around the house as she had been the last few days. They had had a quiet dinner…up until Jiaying revealed to her daughter's girlfriend why she had been all day at Diagon Alley.

Skye was in quite the surprise when she woke up, the next morning, finally feeling rested and more herself. It was really the smell of pancakes wafting up from under her door that made her mouth water and her eyes open. When the wolf girl sat up, her first instinct was to reach for Jemma, but her girlfriend wasn't there. She only panicked for a second before she assumed she was downstairs. Someone had to be making the pancakes.

She pulled some clothes onto her body. Really it was just some shorts and a tank top because she felt too lazy for anything else since her body wasn't yet flooded with energy from the closeness of the moon. She opened her door and moved downstairs, the smell of pancakes and syrup hitting her nose and all of a sudden her stomach growled. Loudly.

"Someone is awake," Jiaying said, leaning back from the kitchen counter to look up the stairs and she smiled at her daughter before going back to her business. Skye smiled back as she finally came down the stairs and moved into the kitchen to eyeball the pancakes her mother was making.

"Grab you some and get to the table. I believe Jemma has a surprise for you," She said and Skye looked questioningly between the pancakes and her girlfriend who she found over at the kitchen table, her own pancakes half gone before she grabbed a plate and stacked it high with pancakes. Now that her energy expending phase was over, she was moving onto her energy consuming phase, and she had a stack of five large pancakes caked in syrup on her plate.

She sat down next to Jemma, setting her plate down and eyeing her girlfriend with a curious excitement before she scooted her chair closer over to her and took the girl in her arms before eating.

"So…you have a surprise for me?" Skye questioned, her eyebrow raised as she asked, just the way she knew Jemma liked when she was being inquisitive.

"You're going to love this." Jemma had a huge grin on her face when Skye asked what the surprise was. Jiaying had only told her this morning and had let her be the one to tell Skye, and she couldn't wait to see her reaction. This would be one of their best summers yet, despite the werewolf problem, because of this alone. Slowly, to draw it out more, Jemma pulled the two slips of paper out from underneath her napkin. When she brought them up, she fanned them out in her fingers so Skye would be able to read the text there.

Skye tilted her head back to take a look at what Jemma was holding up, her eyes squinting a little since they were still just waking up along with the rest of her body. When she finally laid eyes on the words, Jemma would see her mouth slowly open and stay that way, before she nearly exploded. Skye leapt up from the chair, nearly tripping over it and falling into the floor but she managed to catch herself and grabbed the tickets and did a dance, waving them in the air all the while shouting," QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP! QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP!"

Jiaying braced herself because it only took a couple of seconds of dancing before her daughter's strong arms were around her from behind, giving her a squeeze before she could flip the last pancake.

"Thank you, momma! Thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!"

"You're welcome, you're welcome! Now let go of me before you squeeze the lift out of me," her mother laughed and gently pushed her daughter off before giving her a kiss on her forehead. She watched the wolf girl continue to wave the tickets and dance around, suddenly full of energy like she had been the last two weeks as she made her way over to Jemma.

Skye grabbed her up from the table and spun her around, adrenaline enough to keep her sore arms from dropping her before she finally sat her down and gave her a big sloppy kiss on her lips before peppering them all over her face.

It took her several more minutes to calm down before she finally sat back down with Jemma and took a mouthful of pancakes while reading the rest of the text. The big game was in France this year, but Skye had known that since they started the knockout games two years ago. Ginny Weasley Potter, her favorite Quidditch player, had been on the English team until they had been knocked out by the Nordic team.

"It's Spain versus the Nordic Team. The Nordic team is made up of players from Norway, Sweden, and Denmark. They beat us this year. And Japan beat France, but Spain beat Japan. Both teams are really really good this year. Neither have won before, I don't think…"

Jemma laughed in delight, happy to see her girlfriend so absolutely thrilled. It was a nice change, they deserved a good summer after their basically horrible school year, and what better to make Skye's summer than the finals of the quidditch world cup?

"It'll be quite a trip." Jemma grabbed Skye's hand and squeezed it tightly in excitement. Although she wasn't as enthusiastic as Skye, she had still ended up growing fond of the sport after watching Skye play for five years. It was the one sport she actually liked watching, but she liked watching Skye watch even more. She knew that one day Skye wanted to be the one playing, and Jemma had no doubt that Jemma would be able to get there.

"Yeah it sure will! I'm so excited. The cup is literally next week! I don't even know how mom got tickets. I thought they had been sold out for ages! And she only got two…wait, mom, are you not coming too?" Skye asked suddenly, turning around to look back at her mother who had finished with the pancakes and was wrapping the rest up to put away.

"No dear, you know I hate flying. Besides, you and Jemma seem like you need a break. I thought a vacation would be good for you," her mother chuckled and came over to the table, sitting down across from the two of them.

"And as for how I got them…well, let's just say some things are easy to buy when your daughter is the recent winner of the Triwizard Tournament," Jiaying really laughed then and pat her daughter's shoulder, "You two go and enjoy yourselves. It will be back to preparing for school and for the moon when you get back. I need to do some more lessons with the wolvesbane potion with Jemma before she goes home anyway, so you'll have that to look forward too after," Jiaying winked before she excused herself from the table to go and get dressed for the day. Speaking of potions she had some to brew for a client so she was going to be busy.

Skye on the other hand was just as ecstatic as ever. She shouted another thank you to her mother before she turned to look at Jemma with a big grin on her face. "We're going to France!"

"I'm glad you're so excited, Skye, I am too, but there is one tiny catch." Jemma said, already laughing at what she imagined Skye's reaction to her news was going to be.
"We need someplace to stay, and we've only got one friend that lives in France..." Jemma trailed off, knowing Skye was smart enough to make the connection on her own. They hadn't exactly left things in the best way with Bobbi, but they had been friends for most of the year and Jemma was positive that if Skye could get over their past differences, Bobbi could too.

Skye sat back, sure something was up when Jemma gave her that smile. It only took her a second to figure out what she was implying for a distasteful frown appeared over her features. Bobbi. They hadn't left on the best of terms. In fact the last time Skye had seen Bobbi she had wanted to punch her in the face, again. She had apologized though for her advances on Jemma, but that still didn't mean a lot when Skye thought back on it. She tended to hold a grudge, and she knew it.

"I'm the Triwizard Champion, Jemma. I'm sure we can afford a room somewhere…we don't have to stay with the blond succubus," the wolf girl rattled off and turned with the same frown back towards her tickets. She knew Jemma would never go for that. Just because they had money didn't mean they needed to spend it frivolously, and she knew that she and Bobbi were friends. She probably wanted to see her anything, this was just a good excuse to go. Still, it was worth a shot.

"Skye..." Jemma reprimanded her lightly. She knew her girlfriend would probably always have at least some disliking for Bobbi. Even Jemma had been angry with her for what she'd done just before the second task, but she'd forgiven her.
"If I can let it go, so can you. I do want to see her." Jemma grabbed both of Skye's hands and gave her a pleading, convincing look. Skye may have been a werewolf, but Jemma had some pretty decent puppy dog eyes herself.
Skye hated it when Jemma gave her that look. It was entirely unfair because Jemma knew that she could get whatever she wanted if she looked at her that way and so her frown deepened. Her eyes darted off to look at something else so she wouldn't roll them so dramatically and she exhaled a quiet and bitter, "fine."

Skye snapped back to attention though and grabbed Jemma's hands a little harder, pulling the girl closer to her, "But Im going to keep both eyes on her. And my ears too. IF she does anything I don't like…I can snap her like a twig…and you know it." Maybe it was a joke, maybe it wasn't, but Skye really wanted to go to the World Cup and it was clear that Jemma wanted to see Bobbi. She was going to have to deal with it.

"Good girl." Jemma laughed. She quickly kissed the upset look off of Skye's face. It was still going to be a fun trip, and Jemma didn't want it to be ruined by a petty argument. She was sure she could get Skye to behave and it would be nice to see her friend again. They hadn't had much of a goodbye at the end of the year due to all the werewolf panic.

"Cheer up." Jemma laughed. "We're still going to see the World Cup. It'll be like a first look, since I'm sure you'll be playing in it someday." She grinned, kissing up to Skye and knowing it would make her feel better. She did really believe Skye could make it, though, it wasn't just a pipe dream. She'd probably be an even better player now that she was a werewolf.

"Alright, alright," Skye laughed and kissed Jemma back before finally turning her attention back to her pancakes. They were cold now but a quick spell warmed them back up, thanks to Jemma. She finished them off before stretching back in her seat.

"Well, we've got some packing to do and we need to get a way over there. A boat obviously, or a plane I guess….then a train over. I don't think you can just apparate willy nilly into another country. Probably not a good idea," She grinned before taking her and Jemma's plate up and over to the sink to be washed. She was still very excited and was glad that her mom had thought to buy her and Jemma tickets. She really needed the vacation and she was determined to not let Bobbi ruin it.

It was a very long boat ride, which both Skye and Jemma had gotten a little seasick during, before they finally reached France. From there they took a train, which was a lot more usual, even comfortable, to the both of them. It was different than going to school, obviously, but spending a few hours on a train together was not a new or unwelcome experience. Half of it they spent in excited conversation about their trip, and the other half Jemma read, lying flat across the seats, her head in Skye's lap.

When they finally did reach their destination, Jemma hopped up, shoving her book into her bag and nudging Skye out of a half doze. She still hadn't quite gotten her energy back, but Jemma didn't mind.

"Here's our stop." Jemma beamed, and the two grabbed their bags and made their way to the platform. Skye seemed less than enthusiastic now, but that was probably just because she would actually be faced with Bobbi.

"Be nice." Jemma pinched Skye's side when they both caught sight of the blonde waiting to pick them up. Jemma gave Skye's hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go and allowing herself to be brought into a bear hug from Bobbi.

"Hey, Simmons." Bobbi greeted them happily.

"It's so good to see you again." Jemma grinned, turning her head slightly as Skye finally shuffled and caught up. "Isn't it, Skye?" Jemma bumped Skye's side with her elbow and shared a knowing smile with Bobbi. They both knew Jemma was the one who really wanted to be here, but Bobbi accepted that they were a package deal.

"A pleasure…" Skye mumbled but forced a smile anyway as she set her and Jemma's suitcase down. She didn't like Bobbi hugging her girlfriend, somehow even that felt like it was too much touching, even though she knew very well that the two of them were still friends. It made her nose twitch in agitation, but she had to be nice. She was doing it for Jemma. And she really, really wanted to see the Quidditch World Cup. She would have to suck it up being with Bobbi for a few days.

"How are you?" She forced another sentence, but another affirming touch from Jemma made her less tense now that the two of them weren't hugging again. She could do this. It was just going to be really hard.

"I've been doing great, but I'm not the one who was mauled by a werewolf a few months ago, so I should be asking you how you're doing." Bobbi replied, not realizing until it was too late that maybe that was too touchy of a subject for them at this point. She looked to Jemma for help, hoping she hadn't just ruined her chances of ever getting along with Skye. Jemma just grimaced slightly and looked to Skye to see her reaction, and all eyes were on her during the momentary silence.

Skye could feel her one of her eyes start to twitch at the question as it sank in. Her hands, which had gone into her pockets to avoid any unnecessary contact with the blonde, were now rightly grabbing the inside of her pants. Jemma could probably hear her teeth grind from her close proximity.

"Just fine, thanks..."

It was a struggle to cut herself off and Skye had to bite her tongue to keep back all of her smartass, quip angry remarks that were flying through her mind. She had promised Jemma though that she would try her best to get along with Bobbi, at least for the sake of Quidditch if nothing else.

"Takes some getting used to," the brunette settled on after another long pause and looked to Jemma for some reassurance that she was doing well.

Jemma smiled to let Skye know she was doing well, and slid her hand down's Skye's arm to remove hers from her pocket and hold onto it tightly for reassurance and to help her relax.

"It's an adjustment, but she's doing well." Jemma confirmed, brushing her thumb over Skye's knuckles lightly. Bobbi awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to the other, knowing she'd asked a provocative question, but glad she hadn't manage to screw things up yet.

"Come on, I'll take you back to my place to get ready for the cup. My car is this way." Bobbi changed the subject so they didn't have to talk to each other on a personal level, and turned to head out of the train station, back toward her muggle car.

"So you've got a muggle car huh?" Skye noted, trying her best to be more friendly and relax now that Jemma was soothing her temper. She had of course seen them when she visited with Jemma's family but she hadn't thought for a second that maybe Bobbi wasn't a pure blood. Just the way the blonde had carried herself during the tournament and their rivalry hadn't really given Skye any time to think otherwise.
"I've only ever seen cars when I was at Jemma's house. Is it enchanted or do you actually drive it?"

"Oh, I drive it." Bobbi nodded as they walked, pulling her keys out of her pocket and holding them up for emphasis. Jemma looked pleased with this fact, and Bobbi knew it would be comfortable for Jemma at least at her house, where everything was from the muggle world. She wasn't sure she could say the same for Skye, though.

"My father was a wizard, but my mother is a muggle, and I live with her." Bobbi explained. She didn't know enough about Skye to know if she would judge her for being a half-blood, but she assumed it didn't matter, since her girlfriend was muggleborn.

"I live with my mom too," Skye noted as she climbed into the car with Jemma. She let her girlfriend take the front seat to sit with Bobbi since the two of them were friends. It would be awkward if they both took the back seat and Skye knew she needed to try and get along with Bobbi while they were here.
"Did yours panic when you got chosen for the tournament? Mine threw a fit...sent me a howler. You probably remember."

"I do remember, how could I forget?" Bobbi chuckled and made eye contact with Skye in the rear view mirror. It seemed they had a few things in common, and the more they talked without dredging up a fight, the more relaxed Bobbi got.

"If it had been up to my mother, I would have never come back from winter break. She did not like me competing, but what can I say, I live on the edge. Apparently I like getting myself into trouble." Bobbi shrugged and grinned.

"I'm sure my mom would say the same thing of me," Skye cracked a little grin and fidgeted some with her hands while she rode. Perhaps this wouldn't be as terrible as she had anticipated.

"I can't believe summer is over," Skye groaned and helped Jemma put the last of her things into her trunk where she had been living with her over the last couple months.

"I know it's only a few days till I see you again, but I'm really going to miss you. I had so much fun. It was such a nice break from last year, I don't want it to end. I still can't believe how well the Nordic Team did. They completely shattered Spain, it was so epic. Bobbi was really glad about that too, since Spain beat out France," Skye grinned and sat down on her bed, making a pouty face as Jemma continued to pack.

"Do you really have to go? Can't you just...use a time Turner and go back and we can do it all again? Minus the almost killing you part."

Jemma let out a bark of a laugh as she put her favorite sweater- which was technically Skye's- into the trunk. They had a habit of packing both of their clothes and trading throughout the year.

"I still don't think you realize quite how it works." Jemma giggled, turning to her girlfriend and kissing the pout off if her face.

"You may hate school, but I'm looking forward to having a routine again, instead of lounging about in bed one day and traveling to foreign countries the next. At least you and Bobbi can now be in the same room without getting into a fistfight." Jemma added, putting the last of her school textbooks on top of her clothes. "And I'm taking some very interesting classes this year. This is our last year at Hogwarts. We have to enjoy it, so don't complain too much." Jemma grinned.

"I'll do my best I suppose," Skye laughed and got up off of the bed once she saw Jemma was all packed. Her parents would be waiting and she needed to return her to the muggle world.

"You ready to go then? Come here," Skye gave her girlfriend a kiss and grabbed her bag and held onto the smaller girl tightly.

"Here we go!"

Skye inhaled when she felt a solid foundation below her feet again and she opened her eyes, finding both herself and Jemma in a bright pink room. Skye didn't like the color pink, but it made her smile to know that Jemma had, and also hadn't painted the room since she was little. Her own room had changed so much over the years but Jemma's was always the same whenever she came over. There were book shelves everywhere. One on each wall, some big, some small, some books stacked in other places, but they were everywhere. The brunette grinned and turned to the smaller girl, squeezing her hand to let her know they had arrived.

"Home sweet home," Skye chuckled and gently laid her hand on her waist and pulled Jemma closer with a grin, "It's a shame I can't stay. I know how your parents just love me." She leaned down and kissed softly at Jemma's neck. She felt a little guilty about leaving so many marks on her; she just hadn't been able to help it. Jemma making all those noises hadn't exactly meant she didn't like it either. Skye blinked a few times to try and keep her eyes normal. She could feel the blue creeping back up already, but that wouldn't do at all. She needed to go back and get ready, and Jemma needed to get ready for school too. She hated to leave her, but it was only a little less than a week and she needed to spend time with her own family.

"Oh, absolutely." Jemma said sarcastically. Her parents had a distaste for her girlfriend that they usually tried to hide. Since Skye had gotten Jemma into detention a year ago they'd been very passive-aggressive towards her. Jemma had a feeling that they would like her even less when they saw what Skye had done to her neck.

"My parents are going to react very badly to this." Jemma chuckled, but she was a little scared as well. She held one of Skye's hands with her own and guided it up to the side of her neck, pressing it against the purple bruises. "Honestly, I think it was worth it though." She grinned and leaned in closer. She could see the blue spark in her girlfriend's eyes, but there was no way she'd be getting what she wanted right now, Jemma was probably already going to be in huge trouble. Her parents were nowhere near as laid back and unconventional as Jiaying was. A loud sigh escaped her lips, and it was obvious that she didn't want Skye to leave, but she was going to have to go sometime.

"You better get out of here before anyone knows I'm home. You do not want to be here when my parents see what you did." Jemma smirked, standing up on her toes to peck Skye on the lips. "I love you, now go. If I don't show up at school, send a rescue team." She joked, pulling her girlfriend in for one last hug. It would only be a few days, but they hadn't been apart for that long since the end of last summer.

Skye sighed too and hugged the smaller girl tightly, but not too tight of course. She didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to. She definitely didn't want to be around when Jemma's parents caught sight of her. They'd probably skin her alive and use her fur as a rug or something.
"I'm going, I'm going," The brunette grinned and gave her girlfriend another kiss. It was a little more than a peck. Of course she needed it to last till they met at the train station in a few days so she had to make it count. When she was done, Skye took a couple steps back.
"I'll miss you," She smiled wide, "Oh, and if you didn't want so many of those," Skye motioned towards her neck with a smirk, "Then you shouldn't ask for them so nicely. See you soon!" She winked, not able to leave without teasing her a little more. She didn't stay to hear the rebuttal before she waved and vanished from sight, a loud crack and empty space filling her spot.

Jemma sighed and finally took a step towards her door. It was time she let her parents know she was home and get this whole thing over with. There was no way she was going to be able to hide the bruises on her neck, it was too warm for sweaters or scarves and there were too many dark ones to cover them up with makeup. It was inevitable that they would see it, and she'd rather just get it over with instead of waiting in her room.

"Mum, Dad, I'm home!" She called as she slowly walked down the steps. There were knots in her stomach and she both wished Skye was here and glad she wasn't.

"Jemma, please, though you can probably teleport wherever you want at school, we'd appreciate it if you could use normal, non-magical ways to enter the house so you don't startle us like this-" Jemma rolled her eyes at the incorrect terms her mother never bothered to correct herself on, but she froze when she reached the bottom of her steps and her mother came around the corner.

"What is that?!" She rushed over and tilted her daughter's chin upwards so she could get a better look at the purple marks on her skin. Jemma winced and was expected something entirely different than what happened next. "Lewis, come over here and take a look at this!" Her mother yelled over her shoulder. Jemma's mother was a biochemist, but her father was a doctor and she always got checked out by him for every bruise and scrape growing up. The woman grabbed onto Jemma's jaw lightly and continued tilting her head to the side.

"Mum, please." Jemma squirmed out of her grasp and uncomfortably shifted her weight to her other foot, leaning against the railing of the stairs like she was chained to it for support.

"What is this? What's going on?" Her father joined her mother in the onslaught, repeating the same process of inspecting Jemma's throat.

"Was this that girl Skye? Did she... hit you?" Jemma groaned and sighed in exasperation. Being a doctor, Jemma assumed her father already knew the problem and she winced at the surprised look he was giving her. He didn't say anything to her mother, though, he wanted Jemma to explain it herself.

"No, it's nothing like that-" Jemma didn't really have a voice when her mother was upset though, the woman tended to go on and on without taking a break long enough to let anyone answer her.

"If she's abusing you, you need to tell us. I'm sure there's a way to report it and-"

"Mum, stop! Skye didn't hit me, I promise." Jemma groaned and covered her eyes with her hand. She was blushing such a bright shade of red she was surprised her mother, having such a high IQ, couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Well, who was it then?" She asked, finally keeping her hands off her daughter's face and putting them on her waist, staring at her expectantly.

"Alice, let her explain." Lewis put a hand on her shoulder and said slowly. He gave Jemma an annoyed look, though it had seemed a second ago that he may have been a little more accepting than her mother. Jemma shifted back to her other foot and looked down at the ground, blushing, for a few more seconds until she finally looked back up. She couldn't look her parents in the eye, though, they'd always expected her to be so perfect and stay their little girl.

"Well it was Skye, but I let her..." This clearly wasn't the right way to say it, as Alice's mouth opened again to speak, though Lewis cut her off with another look and they both stared back at Jemma. "She didn't hit me, that's not what these bruises are..." There was no subtle way to say it. Just like Jemma, Alice was fairly clueless when it came to social situations. Like mother like daughter, Jemma thought. "They're hickies." The tips of her ears were red and her face was burning. She looked back down at the ground and every second her parents were silent was another increase in her anxiety.

"Jemma Elizabeth Simmons!" Her mother exclaimed. Jemma flinched and finally looked back up at her parents. Her mother was red in the face and her father almost looked like he was secretly hiding the fact that he was amused. "Have you had intercourse with her?!"

"Mum!" Jemma yelled in surprise. She didn't think anything could be worse than this, she'd rather have Jiaying walk in on them again or even stand up to her blatant comments about their sex life, anything was better than having to tell her parents she'd been having sex with her girlfriend for almost two years without telling them.

"Lewis, our daughter isn't a virgin!" Alice turned to him and exclaimed, shock and disbelief evident on her face. "She's not even married yet, she's not even eighteen years old yet!" She declared.

"Jemma, go to your room right this instant!" Alice shouted at her. Jemma turned to bolt up the stairs, ready to escape, but her mother apparently changed her mind. "Actually, no, go to the living room, we are going to be having a lengthy discussion about this!" Jemma froze and winced, coming back down the stairs. She'd almost gotten away. She looked to her father for help, but he only gave her a listen-to-your-mother look.

Jemma slumped her shoulders and gave in, walking to the living room and plopping down on the smaller of the two sofas. Right about now, she was wishing she had earplugs, or that she had passed her apparition test so she could get the hell out of there. Her parents followed after, her mother still fuming and her father looking annoyed that he'd gotten dragged into this. He was clearly just as uncomfortable as Jemma.

"Are you using protection?" She asked. It was a basic question, the first one parents usually asked. Jemma groaned and dropped her head into her hands. It was only going to get worse from here.

"No, mum, but Skye does not have an STD." Jemma assured her. Her mother looked at her skeptically and Jemma wished she had her wand with her so she could make her parents forget all of this and hide in her room until school started.

"How do you know, has she been tested? Do you have her records?" Alice asked. Jemma looked at her like she was a crazy person. Even during times like this, she had to be a scientist. Of course she would want actual paper proof that her daughter's sexual partner wasn't diseased.

"No, but I think I would know by now if she did have one, it's been two years." Jemma scoffed, making a joke like she would have with Skye. Apparently she'd gotten too accustomed to Skye and her laid back mother, because before she wouldn't have let something like that slip. She only realized she'd done it when she saw the horrified look on her mother's face.

"This has been going on for two years?! Dear Lord, you were sixteen years old!" Jemma shrunk into the cushions. It would have been so much better if her mother thought she'd only had sex a handful of times at most. "You two were already doing this when Skye was with us last summer, weren't you?!" Jemma's mother was appalled at the thought that at any moment while she was doing things downstairs her daughter could have been having sex the next floor up. It explained why the two girls suddenly disappeared for a few hours every now and then.

Jemma was silent, there was nothing she could possibly say that would make this any better, especially since she seemed to have a big mouth today.

"I demand you stop seeing this girl, she's been nothing but a bad influence on you! Since the day you met she's been getting you into trouble and slowly turning you into a delinquent!" She was now complaining about Skye, and Jemma would not let that stand. She could take her parents being disappointed with her for having sex before marriage, but she wasn't going to let them put it on Skye.

"Everything I've ever done has been my choice, Mum, none of this is even partially Skye's fault. I could have said no if I wanted to, to everything." Jemma stated firmly, her embarrassment quickly being replaced with the need to defend her girlfriend.

"I knew we shouldn't have sent you to this nonsense school, we should send you back to regular school this year, where you can get a degree that actually matters and get a real job." Jemma's jaw dropped at the threat, and she looked to her father for help, this time pleading to him with her eyes. Now that she'd been introduced to the magical world, she didn't want to leave it.

"That's a bit excessive, Alice." Lewis said gently, and Jemma sighed in relief.

"And I do have goals, mum, there are so many incredibly high paying jobs in the wizarding community. I want to be a potions master, which is basically a biochemist like you, but even more phenomenal!" Jemma was excited now, just talking about her future career made her happy, even in a situation like this. "Skye's mother is a potions master, I even have a professional mentor!" She pointed out, but she realized she'd said something stupid yet again.

"Skye's mother?! Of course," Alice asked in disbelief and scoffed at her daughter. "Is that woman encouraging… all of this?" She asked, motioning towards all of Jemma. She clearly meant the potions master career goal as well as other things. She knew Jiaying would probably be getting a very long letter soon.

"That's enough," Lewis finally sighed, beginning to talk down his wife. "Jemma, go upstairs and get ready for the trip to diagon alley, I'm sure you've already gotten your school supplies list." He said. Jemma nodded and made a mad dash for the stairs, running to her room before her mother got the chance to call her back down.

"Oh, and by the way-" Jemma stopped halfway up the steps and knelt down, speaking to her mother between the bars on the railing. "Skye's a werewolf now." She didn't stay to see her mother's reaction, though she heard it.

Skye stepped back onto the porch from the air as she apparated back to her house. She was sad at having to drop Jemma back off with her parents but it would only be a few days till she saw her again. They both really needed to do their shopping for school since it was going to be their last year. Skye almost couldn't wait. She knew that there would be a lot more rules to worry about thanks to her new condition but the headmaster had assured her mother that she would be able to continue on like normal. She would also have Jemma there to help her and after a summer of getting used to her new condition, Skye didn't think it was as daunting as it had first seemed. It would take more work yet, considering their incident a while ago, but she was determined to make it all work.

"Hey mom, I dropped Jemma off! When were we going to Diagon Alley?" The brunette pulled open the screen door and moved into the kitchen and living room area of their small home. Normally Jiaying would be sitting somewhere with a cup of tea, but Skye didn't smell any brewing. The woman was sitting over the couch and the wolf girl could tell suddenly that something was wrong.

The smell in the air was off and her mother's heart pounded in her ears at an irregular fashion.

"Mom?"

Jiaying stood up from the couch, back still to her daughter before she walked around and came into the kitchen, a crumpled piece of parchment in her hand and a stern frown on her face. Skye could see damp trails on her cheeks were tears had been.

"Skye, we need to talk."

Her daughter's eyes darted down to the paper in her mother's hand and she could barely make out the symbol for the Ministry of Magic.