He watched as she drew her troubles away. Auradon had broken her. King Ben had broken her. His strong, beautiful and independent Mal was broken. She could try to hide it, but he could see right past her mask. No one knew her as he did.

After she left, determined to get Godmother's wand and destroy the barrier, freeing them, he dreamt how they would conquer the world together. They were never in a relationship and never called each other boyfriend or girlfriend, but she was his and he was hers. Everyone knew that, even if she tried to believe it was a well-kept secret. After her relationship with King Ben became public, everyone looked at him with pity and he hated it. He hated how she took his heart and then broke it into thousands of pieces. Therefore, he became Uma's most loyal subject because he knew that she was the only one on the island to understand his hatred for Mal and Uma was the only one determined and cunning enough to get them off this island. He vowed that he would get out and make Mal and her beasty boy pay for what they had done to him.

However, when he met her at Lady Termaine's saloon, all his anger disappeared. Her purple hair and her green eyes threw him back at happier days, where they would swim around the island not caring about sharks or their parents' problems. He got close enough to smell her perfume and, in a quick motion, he could have captured her pinky lips. Make her his again.

So, he followed her back to her place and climbed to her balcony. It was somewhat creepy, but he was a villain after all.

She turned around and jumped when she saw him leaning against the doorframe. "Harry." Gods, he loved when she whispered his name. He swallowed a groan. "You were always a great artist." She snapped out of her shock and crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing here?"

"Can't I visit you anymore?" Harry smirked. "No, you cannot." Mal said and he chuckled. "Funny how things change." He started walking in her direction. "I was always welcomed to you place." He stopped behind her and used his hook to toy with her hair. "In your bed." He placed his shin on her shoulder and breathe in her perfume. "All over your body." She turned around and slapped him. Harry took a step back and took his hand to his face. He used his fingers to clean the blood on is lower lip. "You changed, Mal." She snickered. "At least I'm not an errand's boy."

"No, you're the king's play toy." She moved to slap him again, but he was fattest and held her hand. Before she could thing about using the hand, Harry grabbed it has well. He pulled her to him, pressing their bodies and looked straight into her eyes. His ocean green clashing with her emerald green. She was breathing heavy. "What happened to us?" He whispered. She fought against him. "There was never an us." He let her go suddenly, like her skin burned. Her words stung his heart. She understood that she had hurt him and smiled. "You were just a play toy, Harry Hook. That's what you'll always be." He threw his hat and hook to the side and disheveled his wild hair, starting pacing like a caged beast. "I never loved you. I just used you!"

"LIES!" His scream echoed within those walls and silenced her. Mal knew Harry had a terrible temper, but she was always able to keep him in check. He never turned on her before. "All lies!" he walked to her and grabbed her arms. Enough to keep her in place but not enough to hurt her. Never to hurt her. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me!" She lifted her chin. " ' .you." She punctuated every word to make sure she understood. Harry stopped holding her and sat on the old couch, placing his head on his hands and sighting. Mal immediately felt bad about hurting him.

Deep down, Harry was an amazing guy and they had fun together. "Harry, I –"

"When you left to Auradon, I thought that was the beginning." His voice sounded so broken that she felt weak on the knees and had to sit next to him to stop herself from falling. "You would free us and we would conquer the world. Together. But you never came back." He turned to her and she almost gasped when saw his watery eyes. "I saw everything on TV, you know. You fighting your mother to save your friends. Him touching you and giving you his ring. You know how that felt? Everyone staring at me? Poor Harry Hook, who was dumped by Mal. You made me use a heart I didn't even know I had and then you turned it into ashes." She was speechless. She didn't know he felt that way. Actually, she always thought she was his play toy. That he would never love her. "Harry…"

"Does he make you feel like me?" He asked suddenly. "Do you go weak on the knees when he kisses you?" No. "Do you feel yourself shake just with his touch?" No. "Does his smell makes you lose your mind?"

"NO!" She shouted, getting up. No, Ben never made her feel like that. He was kind and understanding. The perfect gentleman and she liked him, she really did. But he didn't turned her world upside down.

She was thirteen and running barefoot through the trees. She could hear him laughing behind her, promising he would catch her. Mal jumped easily on the rocks ahead of her and started climbing down to the beach. Just as her feet touched the sand, Harry's hands closed around her waist and he brought her down. They rolled together, laughing till their bodies became wet from the sea's water. Harry looked down to her and she gently touched his shoulder, pushing him off her.

The pirate rolled to her side, trying to catch his breath and Mal sat, looking at Auradon on the other side of the ocean. "One day, we'll break that barrier and destroy them. I'll get you a castle and make you a princess." He promised following her gaze. Mal chuckled and turned to him. "I'm not a princess."

"You are to me." He whispered, pulling himself up. He always said those things, making her feel like she really had a chance to be happy. To be loved. Less rotten. "You are my princess, Mal." He closed the distance between them and press his lips to hers. He tasted like the ocean and she sighted into his lips. They sat like that. Lips pressed with the sunset warming their bodies. Harry placed a hand on her cheek and slowly pulled away. "You and me, Mal, we're end game." She smiled shyly and he kissed her again.

"He doesn't make me feel like you, Harry." She said suddenly. Harry got up. He wanted so much to take her in his arms. "He doesn't make me giddy just by smirking at me." Harry smirked. "See! Just like that! I get dizzy just by being next to you!" Harry took one-step in her direction.

They were sitting in their favorite spot: in the beach watching the sunset making Auradon shine. So different from the darkness the Isle always had around it.

"Marry me." He said. Mal turned to him and snickered. "Are you insane?" Harry looked at her. "I am just tired of the hiding. Of not being with you."

"We're fifteen, Harry."

"I know. But I'm not saying right now." He moved quickly, placed himself in front of Mal, on his knee, and held her hand. "Promise me – here and now – that someday you'll be my wife. That we'll ride the waves to the sunset together." She smiled softly. "You're being silly."

"And as a silly man, I ask you: be mine. Be my first mate in life, Mal." Without a heartbeat, she launched herself into his arms and kissed him. What started as an innocent fumbling became a hunger need of skins. Harry removed her jacket and she threw his coat to the sand. His teeth grazed her neck and she let out a slow moan. He touched the hem of her shirt, but stopped to look at her, asking her permission. Mal nodded.

"You never answered me." She looked confused. "Be mine, Mal." They stared at each other for what felt like years. All the memories, all the kisses, all the promises rushing between them. Then, in a heartbeat, they both launched at each other at the same time. Oh god, how she missed his touch. His kiss was hungry and frenetic. His hold was strong, as if he feared she would leave again.

Their clothes quickly found their way to the floor and his touch made her forget all about Auradon. The responsibilities, the pain, the weight on her shoulders, Ben… All that disappeared while Harry Hook worshiped her body.

She stirred in her sleep. Her conscience was fighting to come to the surface, but her instinct told her that she was warm and satisfied the way she was. Slowly, Mal opened her eyes.

Harry was next to her, staring at the celling. They were naked under the covers and she almost smiled at his expression, still holding to the feeling of making love to him. "'Morning" Mal said lazily, moving to kiss, but he diverted his face, leaving her confused. "What's wrong?"

"What happens know?" He asked softly. Ben's face came to her mind and she sighting, hiding her face in her pillow. "I don't know." She felt his soft touch on her naked shoulder and moved to look at him. "You still haven't answered me." She inhaled his scent and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"I understand." He kissed her forehead, her cheek and her chin. Mal opened her eyes and he stared into them as if he could read her soul. Harry approached slowly, wanting to make the moment last, and kissed her lips lightly.

He then got up and started to dress himself. Mal moved and stared at him, taking in his broad shoulders; the skin of his back covered in scratches from when he drove her into ecstasy last night; his tall figure. The pirate finished dressing and turned to leave. "Harry!" Mal said, jumping off the bed and taking her sheets to cover her naked body.

He looked at her and she held his face. Mal tried to memorize all of him: his tall cheekbones, his carved jaw, his pink lips and his eyes… Oh god, those eyes that made her insides stir. Ben's eyes were golden, like the sun, but Harry's eyes were the ocean and held the world inside of them. She swallowed her tears. "I love you. I'll always love you." She whispered with a shaky voice. "But I'm no prince." He said with a sad voice. "No, you're not." She smiled and caressed his cheeks and his eyes fluttered close. "You're a pirate." She kissed his lips and let go of his face. He walked to the door, but turned again giving her a longing look and his amazing smirk. Then he was gone and Mal finally broke down, falling on the floor.

Mal woke up abruptly. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel the sweat on her skin. She looked around to see her room in Auradon, on Ben's castle, so different from the one she had on the Isle.

She dreamt of him again. Almost ten years later and she still could taste his kiss on her mouth. Sighting she got up and a white dress caught her eye. Today was her wedding day. She was finally becoming Ben's wife. She should be thrilled. She knew Evie was.

Mal tied her robe and walked to the big door that led to an amazing balcony. The sun was rising and she could see the Isle on the horizon. Ben had lifted the barrier years ago and welcomed anyone who moved to Auradon with open arms. Mal was happy. He was kind, patient, funny and, sometimes, a little rebel. Ben made everything he could to please her. The perfect husband to father her future children. She loved him. She really did.

She left the Isle definitely ten years ago and never went back. However, she thought about Harry more than she should. He never came to Auradon like Uma and Gill. According to his friends, he took his ship and crew and left to discover the world. Gaston's son gave her a meaningful look and a sad smile when he told her. From time to time, he would discretely share with her news of his friend. Small comments about his whereabouts even if she never asked. Mal would smile and imagine Harry commandeering his ship, conquering the seven seas with a beautiful smile on his lips and spark in his eyes.

The cold dawn wind welcomed her outside. She sighted and stared to the ocean. Harry was where he belonged. In the ocean. And she? She was going to be Queen of Auradon. They would always have the memories of their time together. He would always be her first kiss, her first love.

Don't get me wrong, I love Ben. However Harry found his way into my heart.

Thomas and Dove have and amazing chemistry and I just can't stop picturing Mal and Harry together. I keep imagining them as kids falling for each other behind Uma's back.

I really hope you love this one shot as much as I do.

Love,

Jane