Disclaimer: I don't own Descendants (1 or 2).

I know people are always saying that Harry and Mal never happen cause it contradicts what Mal says in the first movie, but on the Isle of the Lost, I seriously doubt they were all about that true love, and they are living on an island of villians. So I think it is possible that Harry and Mal could of had some sort of relationship.

"Stick to the docks Pirate, we don't want your kind here," Mal said, pushing Harry against the wall,

Harry gave her a wicked grin, "Then why yer here?"

Mal froze for a nano-second, allowing Harry to break her grip, (a little too eagerly) causing them to fall to the floor.

Mal groaned and attempted to get up finding herself trapped between the floor and Harry.

"Yer look good Mal," Harry's voice was surprisingly soft. Her eyes flashed green and she flipped them.

"I'm not fucking good Hook," She said angrily, green flaring again, pushing off Harry,

Harry's eyes darkened, and his hands slipped around her waist, pulling her back down, so she was straddling him, "There's the Fire Faery," he whispered. "Do yer worst,"

"I intend to," Mal said darkly, pressing her lips to his.

He easily took control of the kiss, soon they were fighting for dominance, his hands slipped under her top, she shivered at the feel of his hands cold and rough from working on the docks, running her hands through his messy black hair.

"Ho..Hoo..Hook," Mal panted sitting up,

Harry smirked propping himself up on his elbows, "Don't tease Mal," he whispered, "At least call me Harry when we're hooking up,"

Scowling Mal gets up "We're not hooking up, Hook," Mal snarls beginning to leave,

Quick as a whip, Harry catches her, sweeping her off her feet, "Not so fast Fire Faery," he says lowly pressing kisses to her neck, "I've had a taste, ya see, no goin' back," he said dropping her on a make shift mattress, shrugging his coat off and stealing her lips before she could protest.

Mal couldn't deny that she thought he was hot, Emotions are weak human things, she hears her mother say. But they felt so good, Pirates are the worst, over emotion miscreants, she can remember her mother ranting about the them. But Hook's no Harry's lips taste like saltwater and something surprisingly sweet that she can't name. Her whole body feels alive.

"Harry," she moans, as his hands wander across her body, her own hands pulling him closer.

"Yes darlin'," he smirks, enjoying the softness of her skin, that aura of power that just seemed to radiate of her, those fiery green eyes, he's always wondered what they'd look like without the usual hatred.

"Don't you dare stop," Mal orders flipping them for the second time that day,

"Course not, darlin'," he says and suddenly Mal is attacking his lips, and pushing his shirt off.

Time skip:

"This changes nothing Harry," Mal said fixing her hair and clothes, "You better stay in your own territory,"

"Whatever ya say Mal," Harry said smirking, no way is he sticking to his own territory, Maleficent's territory was way more fun, specially if it meant running into Mal again.

"Until next time, Fire Faery," he whispers blowing her a kiss.

Mal scoffs and jumps out the window, swiping some of his loot as she does.

This wouldn't be the last time this happens, they both know it.

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