12:17 pm - The tourney fields

Mal had been one of the first to leave Thatcher's classroom after the bell had signalled the end of first period. She pretended to not hear Ben calling her name and she blatantly ignored the pirate's gaze as she melted away into the crowd of students surging through the hallway to their next class.

She didn't know why she had snapped but Mal pinned the annoyance down to Ben's oblivious attitude. She was now cursing herself and wishing she hadn't erased the marks Harry had left on her neck that morning. Mal wished she had something concrete that would hurt Ben, almost as much as he had been inadvertently hurting her. At this thought, she couldn't help but feel guilty, and then annoyed at herself for allowing herself to feel guilty about the way she felt because Ben was treating her.

Algebra passed for Mal in an blur, her mind fogged over with plans for lunch and how she could being to approach the subject of her relationship to the King. It was mentally exhausting her as she completed her classwork, participated in polite conversation and mentally organised what she was going to say. By the time she was crossing the school grounds to the tourney fields, Mal's tension was like a tightly spun wire, threatening to snap at any moment.

There was a midday practise for the band underway and Mal waved at Doug as he tuned his trumpet and grinned at her. Mal continued past the noisy warm up of the band and around the bleachers to see Harry leaning against one of the outhouses the gardeners used at the rough edge of the pitch, a couple meters away from the forest.

The sight of him, leaning up against the brickwork with a leg propped up underneath him and his arms crossed, his hook glinting in the afternoon sun, made Mal's stomach flip and tighten. The aura around him, one of suave coolness, had always been easy for the pirate to emulate, even back on the Isle. Harry would lean up against walls and use his tall stature and broad shoulders to intimidate whoever he was talking to.

The closer she got to him, the more her nerves began to increase. He looked up, grinning wolfishly as he heard her approach.

"Thought ya'd backed out on me, gone soft eh," Harry teased, reaching forwards and pulling him to her before she could open her mouth to reply.

The motion of being tugged and then colliding with Harry's strong chest winded Mal and Harry took advantage of that fact. He glanced at the band practise, turning the two of them around and pushing Mal into the brick, shielding her from the musicians with his body as he kissed her soundly.

He pressed his lips to hers, kissing away any attempt at conversation as he knew she wanted to talk to him. Instead, Harry's tongue darted out and he traced Mal's lower lip, testing the limits of what she would allow. To his surprise, Mal opened her mouth, her own tongue massaging his as they fell into a smooth rhythm.

Harry took advantage of his extra height and placed his forearms on either side of her head on the wall, effectively trapping her head as he leant diagonally to pin her down. Mal's hands didn't remain stoic; her right hand snake around Harry's narrow hips and she pulled him forwards, effectively sandwiching their upper bodies together. Her left hand went immediately for his scruffy hair, threading it through her fingers and then gripping it tightly.

Harry winced into her kiss as she bit down on his lip, pulling it back until he growled audibly. Lip biting had always been a favourite of Mal's but it didn't hold a candle to the passion Mal would pour into the action when they had been fooling around back on the Isle.

Harry pulled away, pecking her pouting lips once before he brought a hand to her cheek. "Mal..." Harry whispered her name as he looked into her eyes. They were glassy and bright, tears pooling in her eyelashes. "Come on then, out with it," Harry ordered, stroking her skin with his thumb.

The girl in his arms sniffled for a few seconds, looking up into his blue eyes and that seemed to set her off. She could see all sorts of emotions in the sea glass coloured eyes. Lust, worry, anger and concentration and it made her crack.

"I can't bring myself to talk to Ben, and- and," Mal sniffled a few more times before she began to cry properly.

"About what?"

"Me, us, the fact that I no longer want to be a lady of the court, I'm still practising magic, I don't feel like myself at all," she confessed, wrapping both arms around the pirate with a great big sigh that made her body shake.

Harry stiffened minutely at the unexpected contact before he wrapped his arms around her and returned the hug. It occurred to him that the last person he had hugged had been Mal, months before their lives had changed so dramatically.

"Forget about him for a moment," Harry told her and Mal shook her head.

"That's just it, I can't. Its consuming me!" Mal cried louder and Harry winced as some of the bandkids began to crane their necks to see what was going on.

Harry gripped her wrist and tugged her into the forest, going deeper and further than he knew they were allowed to at a lunchtime. She followed limply, still dabbing at the tears with the back of her hand.

It was cooler under the thick canopy, the noise of the school and the band lessened as Mal and Harry clambered over a fallen tree and up a small grassy knoll. Harry finally let go of Mal's wrist at the flat summit within a copse and Mal sat down, boneless on the barren grass.

"I wanna help you forget Mal," Harry's voice was like silk as he dropped to his knees in front of Mal, reaching out to tip her chin up.

"What? How?" Mal's voice was still watery but she had managed to stop crying, now her eyebrows were knitted together in confusion.

"Trust me?" Harry asked her, looking into her eyes. Mal nodded slowly and Harry grinned. He knelt over her thighs as he tilted her chin, kissing her deeply once again.

Mal whimpered and brought her hands to his ruffled hair, tugging him to her so that his balance faltered and he fell forward, pushing her back to lie on the grass, her hair fanning around her as she kissed him.

The pair were now laying flat, Harry's forearms one again locked either side of her head, taking the brunt of his weight.

Harry's lips began to descend down the column of Mal's extended neck, nipping and licking as he trailed his nose along the same path until Mal was squirming underneath him, trying to dislodge him so that she could roll him over, but the pirate was too determined and gravity seemed to weigh him down, planting him firmly above the smaller girl.

"No ya don't, this is for you," he growled, kneeling up so his hands were free. Harry's hands were at Mal's sides but they began to inch up over her waist and towards the buttons of her blouse. He used the tip of his silver hook to tug the buttons free, a few snapping from their thread and tumbling down into the grass but Mal didn't notice. Her eyes were closed and she shivered in anticipation as the cool metal came into contact with her feverish skin.

Harry's eyes were transfixed on the soft indention the point was making on Mal's exposed skin, a dip in the smooth expanse of her upper chest as he softly dragged the weapon south, hooking it underneath the seams of Mal's simple, unstructured lace bra, capturing it in the centre and tugging on it until Mal groaned.

"Do something Hook," her voice was low and her tone husky, making the pirate above her grin like a wolf. He had yet to touch her properly but when Mal opened her eyes, they were acidic green and Harry watched the molten colour move like smoke through the air, within her eyes as it flashed and morphed as her pupils dilated with desire. Mal was rolling her hips underneath him or at least trying to as he was sat on top of them, pining her to the hillside.

Harry's concentration wavered as she renewed her effort to find some sort of friction so he jerked his hook sharply upwards, severing the lace at the front of Mal's bra, the two delicate cups fell away easily, wilting to settle on her ribcage and Harry smirked as Mal shivered. The cool breeze made Mal's nipples pebble into small peaks and now a ear to ear grin had settled upon Harry's face.

"I haven't even touched ya yet," he whispered, looking into Mal's eyes as he lowered himself slowly, never breaking the eye contact as his lips came into contact with one of her nipples. Mal whined and when she opened her eyes again, she seemed surprised to find her fingers firmly gripping Harry's hair, anchoring him to her flushed chest.

"Please," Mal whispered helplessly as Harry teased one of her breasts with his mouth as he gently ran his hook over the other, circling around her nipple but never touching it. "Harry," Mal jumped when the cold metal brushed against her sensitive peak, and she couldn't help the groan when Harry began chucking around her other nipple, the vibrations going straight through her and igniting the pool of liquid heat that had formed in her lower stomach.

Harry kissed his way across her chest and captured her other nipple, using the hook to ever so carefully scratch at the underside of her breast. Whilst Mal hissed and whined, he used his free hand to stoke his way down his torso, ghosting over her belly button and across the waistband of her skirt. He was almost painfully hard at this point and having to angle himself so that Mal's writhing hips wouldn't collide with his crotch.

"What do ya want Princess?" Harry asked her, removing himself from her chest and she swore, using the grip on his hair to bring his face to hers. Teeth collided with teeth as they clumsily kissed, neither caring about anything else.

For Mal, the entire world had melted away and all that mattered, all that was real, was lying in her arms in the woods. All she could see, smell, hear, feel and taste was Harry Hook and she was simply orbiting around him, as though he was the centre of her universe. She had lost track of time; they could have been kissing for several moments or several hours, or weeks or perhaps years. She didn't care as long as he didn't stop kissing her.

For Harry, his sole purpose in life had become to bring the girl in his arms pleasure. He forgot that they were not on the Isle, forgot that she was a lady of a royal court and they were laying in a forest, forgot that they had classes that afternoon and that if they were caught, he would probably be expelled. All Harry wanted to do was kiss Mal, and love her, like he had done on the Isle of the Lost. He wanted to take her away and they would sail the world aboard the Grace, living as though they were the last two people on earth.

"Please, Harry, more," Mal begged between kisses, her hands tugging his jacket and shirt off eagerly before he could say anything. "Touch me," Mal's breathing was shallow now as Harry obliged her request, allowing his fingers to slip under her skirt.

"Look at me," he commanded and the girl in his arms did as he asked. Mal struggled to keep her eyes open as Harry pressed a finger to the wet lace of her panties. With a grunt of effort, Harry swung his hook into the soil a few inches over Mal's head, piercing the ground and sinking the silver deep into the hillside so that he had two free hands. Mal let out an involuntary squeak as he did. Harry grabbed her hands and brought her arms above her head, wrapping her fingers around the rest of the exposed hook. "Don't let go."

Mal's grip on the weapon made her knuckles turn white as Harry knelt up once more and flipped her skirt up over her hips. Unlike Mal who seemed to have forgotten that she had classes after lunch and had pulled of his shirt, Harry fought his instinct to rip the piece of clothing away.

Mal's long pale legs were parted so that either fell on each side of Harry's knees, exposing her black lace panties to his greedy eyes. Harry couldn't mask the smile on his face as he toyed the the hem of the intricate lace on her hipbones, making Mal whine for more.

"Please," she drew out the syllables and Harry laughed as he watched her internally struggle.

"Do not let go of that hook, ya hear me," he reiterated the order and Mal nearly sobbed as he finally removed her underwear. Harry balled up the lace and stuffed it in his trouser pocket with a wicked smirk. Mal was about to protest but the words died in her throat when his fingers parted her slick folds and found her sensitive nub so quickly her head span.

Her chest was flushed red and her cheeks were pink as Harry's fingers circled Mal's entrance, teasing her but never entering.

"For fucks sake Ha-" Mal's frustration turned into a shout when he sunk his forefinger into her and he leant down to kiss her, effectively shutting her up as he added a second finger and curved the digits.

Harry moved like a man possessed. His fingers were slick with Mal's arousal and as he kissed her breathless, he had to pin down her hips with the forearm of his other hand.

In the pit of Mal's stomach, a knot was begin to coil, a feeling she had not felt in months. The last time she had come undone was at the hands of the pirate who was worshipping her at that moment, but it had been nearly seven months since then.

Harry's lips trailed down her neck and Mal gasped for breath, both from the kiss and the way Harry's skilled fingers worked themselves inside her. Mal felt the blood pounding in her veins and she knew that Harry could feel her heart hammering against her ribcage as he kissed his way down. Mal was panting and a shout escaped her when he bit down on her nipple as he added a third finger into her soaking heat.

Harry skipped over her torso, too impatient to taste the girl. Mal bit her lip to contain the scream as the pirate's lips and tongue found her clit, licking and sucking on the bundle of nerves as Mal arched her back and tilted her chin higher. She was gripping the hook with all of her might, using the cool metal in a failing attempt to stay anchored to the ground.

Harry gave up trying to pin her hips down and instead reached up and toyed with her breasts, laughing around her heat as Mal began to chant his name lowly. The purple haired girl shuddered at the vibrations, her toes curling and her thighs tightening around his head. One of her hands was in his hair again, tugging and pulling on the dark stands as the other gripped at the weapon.

The coil in her stomach was large now, tumbling and expanding with every brush of Harry's fingers to her inner walls and sensitive nerves. He seemed to be everywhere. Kissing and touching all of the right places which helped build Mal up to the edge. She was too far gone to care about anything now, her mind blissfully blank as Harry curled his fingers, hitting the right spot within her and sucking her clit with just the right pressure that made her tense up, a silent scream on her face as she opened her mouth, back arched, breasts high, head back and eyes closed.

The coil snapped and the pleasure lit every nerve ending alight, from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head and every inch of her body between that.

Harry continued to work his fingers in and out of her as her walls contracted and her legs shuddered with the power of her orgasm, drawing it out for her as she shuddered and called his name again, however, the chanting was breathless this time, and sounded as though she was praying.

Harry looked up just in time to see a burst of green light combust around them. He recognised Mal's magic as it dissipated in the air, sparks showering all around them until Mal finally began to calm down, coming down from the high she was feeling.

With her eyes still closed, she began to smile widely, tired and happy. Mal felt drunk as she melted back into the grass, her thighs falling from either side of the pirates head and her finger loosening on his hair and the hook.

Harry sat back on his heels, readjusting himself and hoping that Mal didn't notice the darkened patch of material where he had been leaking. His erection was painfully heavy and he doubted he had ever been this hard before. The slight movement of his boxers and trousers made his internally wince but the moment was about Mal so he pushed his own arousal aside.

"Holy shit," Harry swore when he finally looked away from Mal's glowing face. The flora that surrounded them on hillside seemed to have bloomed all at once. There were now large exotic flowers where once it had simply been grass. Wild flowers had shot up around Mal's head, poking up through her hair and around is hook.

"Thank you," Mal said with a sigh, finally opening her eyes.

"Fuck princess, your eyes," Harry said, astounded.

"What?" Mal said but she was still feeling the happy after effects of the orgasm so her tone was still soft and light.

"You're eyes are green Mal, like when ya do magic green," the pirate whispered, stroking some stray stands of hair back from her face. "You look like some sorta nymph or a magical creature."

Mal hummed in response. "I can smell jasmine," she was smiling ear to ear as Harry slid her underwear back on, his fingers lingering on her hipbones before he settled her skirt back down. Mal was boneless in the grass as Harry picked up the lace cups of her bra and gingerly placed them on her breasts, frowning slightly when he realised there was no way to fix the rip that had severed the garment into two. Harry then tried to refasten her blouse, but the majority of buttons were either broken or laying around them in the freshly bloomed flowers.

"Look at what ya did princess," Harry whispered into her ear once he had abandoned the task of redressing Mal. Instead, he picked up his jacket and lay it on top of her.

"Huh?" Mal turned her head and looked at the life that had sprouted around her. "Did I do that?" she breathed, awestruck at the phenomenon.

To her right she could see a large amount of her favourite flower; the delicate white blooms of wild jasmine were large and bright, the sweet smell of the flower wafting over the couple. There was also a towering sunflower, bushels of cornflowers, roses, sweet peas, foxgloves and forget-me-nots along with what she guessed were wild herbs. Mal could smell mint and basil somewhere around them.

"I did this?" she asked, turning her head to look at Harry with wide eyes.

"Yeah, just as ya came, your magic exploded out of ya and settled around his. When I next looked up we were surrounded by flowers," Harry told her, punctuating the information with a kiss. "Have ya never caused flowers to bloom before?"

"I've never come like that before," Mal replied with pink cheeks. Harry had not been her only sexual partner in the past but he had been the most frequent, the longest and the one she felt safest with. "You've really outdone yourself Hook," she teased, kissing him softly.

"We've gotta get back," Harry mumbled against her lips and he could feel Mal pout against him.

"But what about you?" Mal brushed her hand over Harry's crotch and laughed when he hissed as she stroked over his raging erection.

"This was about you, but I'll cash in the return sometime soon," he promised. "Come on, lets go."

The couple slowly got to their feet and Harry pulled his shirt back on as Mal took hers off completely.

"What do ya think you're doin'?"

"I don't have a spell to repair clothing," Mal replied, taking off her bra and pulling her ripped shirt back on over her naked breasts which made Harry groan as he felt himself twitch uncomfortably against his trousers. Over the top, Mal buttoned up the pirate's infamous red coat, the brass buttons shining in the sunlight.

The pair kissed again, slowly and carefully as Harry wrapped Mal in his arms. In the distance, a faint whistle carried on the wind.

"Come on, band practise has finished," Mal told the pirate, linking their fingers.

Harry nodded and took several deep breaths, thinking about Ursula naked and his father's body to calm himself down. When he had settled down enough, he bent to retrieve his hook. Together, the couple walked down the hill and through the forest. Harry climbed over the fallen tree and helped Mal down, his hands running up her legs to grip her hips and lower her to the forest floor. She returned the action with a kiss.

Finally, the two reemerged onto the tourney field, still hidden behind the groundkeeper's shed.

"I'll see you tonight," Mal said but it was delivered like a question.

Harry bent down and kissed her pink lips for the final time, answering her question and savouring in the way that she leant into his kiss, lauding her body to his and for a brief period of time, Harry thought the world could have slid off of his axis and he would not notice whilst Mal was kissing him.

Too soon, the couple heard the rest of the band begin to pack away their instruments and the pair both knew they had to visit their dorm before afternoon registration. Mal needed a new blouse and Harry needed a cold shower.

Reluctantly, they broke away for the kiss and let go of each others hands. Harry turned to leave first, grinning wolfishly back at Mal as he saluted her and left the tourney field from the side without looking back, slipping through the crowd and disappearing into the main building.

Mal sighed happily and then pushed off of the shed, wrapped in the pirate's jacket that still smelt like him; salt, soap and something that just emulated Harry but she couldn't put a name too.

There was only one person left from the band practise and he was facing the shed, arms crossed as if he was waiting for Mal. She walked over to him and linked their arms with an uncharacteristically shy smile. The two began to walk back to the main building, taking a shortcut to avoid people so that they wouldn't see the jacket and Mal's messy hair that had a flower or two trapped in the waves.

"I can make flowers bloom, even those not native to that area," Mal told him with a grin as they slipped into the dormitory wing.

"How did you find this out then?" Doug's tone was teasing, as if he already knew the answer but to hear the verbal conformation. For good measure, he tugged on the lapel of the jacket.

"In a moment of clarity I guess," she replied with an easy smile.

"Did you know your eyes are green. Like when you do your magic, they're that green," Doug told her as Mal entered her room and found a new shirt and bra. The half-dwarf was too polite to outwardly react to the sight of Mal's ruined blouse once she peeled the jacket off and set it upon her bed.

With her back turned, Mal tugged off her blouse and put on the new bra and crisp white shirt. She left the ruined blouse on Evie's bed along with the bra which made Doug's cheeks darken.

"I'm not sure how I'm going to explain that away in history," Mal answered the question finally as she dragged Doug from the room to leave for afternoon registration.

"Maybe just say they've always been like that," Doug replied, pushing his questions to the side as he could tell Mal didn't want to talk about it.

The two made it to the Great Hall before they were stopped by Fairy Godmother.

"You two, a word in my office please," Godmother told them with a serious tone.

"Your office?" Doug parroted nervously.

"Yes Doug, do you need a map?" Godmother retorted before she turned and began to lead them away from the Great Hall and to her office.

The pair shared a worried look, both thinking they were in trouble for different things.

"Im so fucking screwed," Mal whispered.

"Oh gods she knows," Doug said at the same time as they followed behind the Headmistress.

Authors note: Here it is... thank you for being patient, its a long one as a reward for you all (4k words alone). So the first bit of lemons and a little more magic for all of you. Also, can anyone guess what Doug thinks he's being busted for and what Fairy Godmother is going to talk to them about?

As always, please review, follow, favourite and enjoy! XO