A/N – Disney owns everything. Hope your still enjoying the story.

Chapter 21

The next week went by fast, a blur of classes mixed in with team training. However, Evie had been telling Mal all week about her upcoming weekend away.

Evie had begun to think of her future, she wanted to study fashion design and she would be spending the weekend at the kingdom's leading fashion college. Snow White had helped her set it up, although the college were already aware of her due to her fashion lines popularity.

Mal and Evie were in their room with the blue haired girl putting the final things into her weekend bag. "Hey E, what time is Snow picking you up at?" Mal asked her friend, finding herself looking forward to a weekend alone.

"She'll be here at 16:00" quickly glancing at her watch, "only another 10 minutes" she squealed excitedly. "It's going to be so amazing, it will be interesting to see what it's like compared to here."

Evie was due to be staying in the campus dorms, Mal just assumed it would be like what they had at the school.

"Text me when you get there" Mal said hugged her friend just before she headed out the door.

"Don't do anything too evil" Evie said with a smirk as she left the room.

Mal breathed a sigh of relief once her friend was safely out the way. A whole weekend of peace! While she loved Evie, sometimes the constant sewing machine noise got on her nerves despite what she said to her friend.

While she displayed an attitude that allowed most to assume she didn't care about her education, she did actually want to do well. This weekend she was planning on getting as much done as possible. The four boys were in training all weekend for the big opening match of the tourney season, Jane had made the cheer squad so had an equally busy weekend schedule. Mal didn't actually know what Lonnie was up to but she knew if there was an emergency she'd be able to get hold of her.

She decided to bite the bullet and get her math work out of the way, Carlos had been giving her some help although she was understanding a lot more on her own now. No matter how much she understood she still hated the class with a passion.

Mrs Fitz had also assigned her some additional reading before class next week. They would be starting to use photography as part of their studies. She'd been given the camera's manual along with a book about the various aspects of photography. Mal had been that enthralled learning about it all and it was 22:00 before she knew it. Marking her place in the book, having just reached the astronomy section - she'd have to convince the group to go to the enchanted lake one night to try it out, from what the book was saying there was too much light pollution at the school to try it there.

Mal began to get ready for bed, there wasn't much else to do round here - especially not with it being her last week of curfew.

She was mid-way through brushing her teeth when she heard a knock at the door, it was Fairy Godmother. Mal gave the older fairy the best version of a smile that she could with a mouth full of toothpaste.

"Just checking in dear, it must be strange having the room to yourself - sleep well" the headmistress said after having a good glance round the room. In her head Mal translated it to 'just checking there's no pirates as you're on your own.' While Mal would have loved the concept, she knew Harry was actually taking being on the team seriously and she didn't want to compromise the progress he'd made.

After finishing brushing her teeth she sat on her bed and began her new evening routine. As part of the magic classes she was doing with Fairy Godmother it had been recommended that she began to meditate on a daily basis. Apparently Mal would be able to 'feel' her magic, despite having no success yet on that front she enjoyed the peace she found while doing it. It had come as a surprise that she almost enjoyed the classes, finally being able to practise magic in a safe place with someone who knew what they were doing. Not that her mother hadn't know what she was doing but her lessons consisted of being punished for not being able to do the spells - when you lived on an Island with an anti-magic barrier what did you expect!

Evie had mentioned that on occasion Mal had a faint green glow to her when she meditated. The exact same shade of green her eyes glowed when performing magic, but she had no idea how she achieved it.

Mal was that absorbed in her meditation that she hadn't even realised someone else had entered the room. Although they had the advantage of the window being wide open as both girls like the feel of the cool air as they slept.

The rooms newest occupant decided to not interrupt the purple haired girl because they'd never seen her look so relaxed before. Instead they chose to just lounge and wait on Evie's bed for her to return to the moment.

It was another five minutes before the young fairy returned to her surroundings. Her senses slowly kicking back in, despite her eyes still being closed she could tell something was different with the room. This put her on high alert, the idea that someone had managed to get into her locked room.

Keeping her eyes shut to keep her intruder believing they had the upper hand she called out, "whoever's there come out now or I'll hex you" with a no-nonsense tone.

"Whoah there princess, I'm not exactly hiding" hearing the Scottish accent her eyes snapped open and she saw her handsome pirate smiling at her from across the room.

"How did you get in here? and more importantly how did you get out your room?" she asked him as he walked across the room and laid down next to her on her bed.

"You leave your window open, and I have a reputation for scaling buildings" he said with a smirk, placing a kiss softly onto her lips. "Plus, I didn't want you getting lonely here by yourself."

At this Mal rolled over so she was positioned above him, deciding to use his chest as a pillow. "What would I do without my pirate in shining armour?" giving him a rare, genuine smile. They'd not seen much of each other in the last week between classes, extra training and curfew.

It was then that Mal realised he wasn't wearing his usual pirate ensemble and was actually wearing his tourney team jersey, with some track shorts. An unusual look for him but as far as she was concerned it was an attractive one - she just hoped she could steal the jersey.

"Trying out a different look, I see" she said, eyes still clearly on his clothes. "Thought I'd try something else for a change, easier to climb a building in shorts too." Harry finished with a shrug.

Despite her appreciation for the new clothes, she'd always prefer the leather look - despite the look his hook was still with him. Somethings would never change.

Mal took the opportunity of being on top of him to slip her hand under the jersey and start drawing patters on his broad, well-defined chest with her fingers. From watching his eyes, still surrounded by the black liner, her action was clearly having the desired effect. At her teasing his pupils were dilating and slowly becoming lust filled. Giving up he used his strength to his advantage and flipped them over with ease so he was now hovering above her. He crashed his lips down onto hers, sharing a deep kiss that slowly turned into a battle of tongues. Harry just smirked when she gave a soft moan of pleasure.

At this point they broke the kiss. Mal had slowly been working his jersey off and finally pulled it over his head. She stopped for a moment to just marvel at his body, taking in all the ink work on it from over the years. "Like what you see?" he asked seductively, to which she replied with as much sass as she could, "just seeing how much of the canvas was left."

All of the tattoos on his chest and back had been done by her, her sketch book contained many of her ideas that had eventually ended up on his body, along with some that hadn't made the cut. Her personal favourite was the one of skull rock just above his left hip. Secretly she was glad her relationship with Ben had never gotten any further than sweet kisses - she'd have hated trying to explain the hook tattoo she had on her hip. It wouldn't have taken a genius to work out the connection.

She ran her hand over the one of skull rock and then followed round the rest of the shorts waistband.

At the same time, Harry was working on getting her to a similar level on undress. She was truly beautiful in the pirate's eyes and he loved that the only ink on her skin showed her as being his. He quickly grabbed his hook and gently ran the tip over its inked replica causing a small shiver to pass through Mal.

Their make out session soon restarted, hands roaming freely over the other upper body, Harry was seriously teasing Mal - gently squeezing her breasts and occasionally kissing her erect nipples. Each time he did this her back arched in pleasure, clearly wanting more and from looking at the strain his short were under he also wanted more from this.

Soon both pairs of shorts lay on the floor. From the few encounters they had on the Isle, Harry remember she enjoyed being teased with his hook. He slowly rubbed the hook along her wet opening causing her to gasp as the sudden cold feeling but from the look on her face she was enjoying in. It wasn't long before he had her almost begging for release but he wanted to feel it happen so put his hook back into a safe place.

Seeing his face, she knew exactly what they both wanted and she quickly leapt of the bed and headed for Evie's bedside cabinet, leaving a confused Harry behind her. Grabbing the condom, she headed back although he was still confused, "they're not big on teen pregnancy here" she explained.

Once in place they were lost in a bliss neither had experienced since Mal had originally left the Isle, despite his reputation there was only one girl for Harry and he finally had her. Once they'd climaxed together they cuddled together under the duvet wishing the perfect evening would never end. Soon both drifted off to a deep, nightmare free sleep wrapped up in the other's arms.