40 | THE PERFECT DAY

   THEY spent a total of three and a half hours together in Harry's room. In that time, Winter had somehow maneuvered herself so she was lying down with her feet in Harry's lap as he intensely played the game.

During this, she stayed on her phone either texting Sitara, reading, shifting through the news, or binge-watching 80 Day Fiancé. She was only waiting for Harry to say that he was hungry so she could take him to the next part of his birthday.

A sushi bar in downtown Auradon was waiting for them.

Just the thought of the delicious food waiting for them had her stomach growling. Harry was taken out of his intense gaming-mode by the sound, the pirate immediately snapping his head toward the girl who was lounging next to him.

He had been leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and the game control clutched firmly in his hands. Winter's sock-clad feet were resting ideally on his legs, snuggly tucked between his upper thighs and lower stomach.

Winter blushed, putting her phone down while keeping her gaze averted from Harry's.

"Sorry—" she tried only for Harry to shake his head, and quickly save his game before exiting it.

He had had more than enough time in playing the game for the day. Besides, he was getting a bit peckish as well.

"Why ain't ya tell me ye are hungry," Harry grumbled while putting the controller down on the coffee table before leaning back and gently playing with Winter's feet.

Winter nearly moaned as Harry started to slowly massage her feet through the socks, his large hands feeling amazing in the way they kneaded at her feet. She sighed in ecstasy, closing her eyes while snuggling further into the couch.

"Mmph," Winter blissfully breathed before speaking in an almost sluggish tone, "I'm really not that hungry..."

Harry smirked at the tone of her voice, imagining other ways he could make her sound like that. Nevertheless, his smirk was wiped off his face when he registered exactly what she had said.

"Ye serious right now?" Harry scoffed. "Ye ain't bout to lie to me, I can hear yer stomach, duckling."

Winter hummed, slowly opening her eyes and meeting Harry's gaze lazily. He rose a brow in reply, making it a point to push his knuckles into the middle of her right foot which elicited a loud moan from her.

It made Harry's pupils dilate, the pirate needing to swallow heavily to make sure he kept himself under control.

"I suppose it's time for the next part of your birthday then," Winter mumbled as Harry played with her toes through her socks.

He could feel the chilly temperature of her foot, the temperature not necessarily being uncomfortable — just far colder than average. Winter's entire body was generally colder than normal, but her feet surpassed the rest of her body in terms of being chilly.

"Next part?" Harry said it as a question.

"Yeah," Winter smiled while pulling her feet away from Harry and sitting up with a crack of her back, "there is a table at Mushu's waiting for us..."

Harry's eyes lit up in response. Since he had tried sushi, he was hooked. He had heard Mushu's (yes the restaurant was owned by the famous dragon and guardian of Mulan) was the best place in Auradon to get Sushi. He had been eager to visit, and hearing about it now caused him to reel in excitement.

"Really?!"

Winter laughed at Harry's eager tone, reaching toward the side of the couch where her converse was resting on the ground.

"Of course, you'll love it,"

And love it he did. Forty-five minutes later, the two were seated in downtown Auradon at a table toward the back of the restaurant. Thankfully, Mushu's was not all that busy as it was a Wednesday and a little before noon.

Mushu's was not necessarily a big restaurant, but it was not small either. It had many tables and a spunky Japanese themed aura. Many quotes and sayings were written across the red walls in black inked Chinese.

There was a curved bar in the center, one where the counter lit up in all different colors. It was especially cool at night when people were served all sorts of fancy different drinks and interesting sushi selections.

Winter told Harry to get whatever he wanted, the pirate already forgetting about money being a factor. He ordered four different plates of sushi, three seafood appetizers, and a few other random choice meals to try.

He was more than elated.

On the Isle, all he ever ate was Ursula's Fish and Chips. While he did not have a problem with it at the time, now that he was exposed to real food the thought of needing to eat that ever again made him actually want to cry.

The food he ordered was, of course, to share between the both of them. Winter only hoped that he did not stuff himself so much that he was not hungry later when she intended to take him to a nice dinner at Routatouille's.

"This is so goooddd," Harry groaned through a mouthful of sushi, using his hook instead of the chopsticks to eat it.

Winter giggled at that, easily using the chopsticks to pick up her sushi and eat it. Harry wondered how with some things Winter was just a natural. Like eating with chopsticks, for example, she had explained to him that she never really learned how to she just sort of did it one day.

Honestly, it was really impressive.

"Agreed," Winter casually ate her crunch salmon roll. "You know, Lonnie really loves this place. Plus, we always get it free if we come with her," Winter offhandedly mention as Harry nodded.

"Aye," Harry suddenly said, hooking another roll of sushi, "why are ya always against eatin'?" He questioned through narrowed eyes.

Winter's thoughts on why Harry even brought his hook were cut off, the girl looking to him in surprise.

"Uhm," she cleared her throat in genuine confusion, "what do you mean?"

Harry rolled his eyes, speaking in a quieter and slower tone. "I mean, ya always be skippin' meals and never wantin' teh eat. Why? Me and ye both know it ain't healthy..."

Did she really come off that way?

Winter's cheeks flushed as she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, taking a break in eating her sushi.

"Well," she stuttered, not liking how Harry was looking at her. Getting a hold of herself, Winter took a deep breath before coming clean. "It's not like I purposely try not to eat — I love eating," she laughed at her own words while Harry rose a brow of disbelief.

It really seemed like she did not like eating most of the time. Then again, he also knew that she had a literal infatuation with chocolate. He learned that a few weeks back, the pirate often promising her some chocolate to get her to do something for him.

"It's just that, I forget sometimes, you know?"

Harry's mouth fell open. How does someone forget to eat?

"Uhm, no..." Harry said honestly causing Winter to snort.

"I figured you'd say that, but no, it's not like I literally forget... I guess, it's more like..." Winter struggled to explain, "it's more like when I'm doing something, I need to finish it before I do something else. I don't want to chance getting anything lower than an A, so even if I need to forfeit a few meals, it's worth it for the grade. It's all worth it in the end..."

Harry did not know how he missed this. All this time of being around her how could he not notice the very obvious signs of OCD coming from Winter? It was not common at all on the Isle, but Harry knew about it because Harriet had always had a mild case of it.

However, with Harriet, it was more so about making sure everything was in order on the ship.

With Winter, it seemed it was about far more than just something simple. She didn't say it, but Harry knew that she was literally afraid to get anything lower than a B. And her room was always so clean.

And everything in her backpack from binders to folders to notebooks had a perfectly specific place. Harry remembered when they had some free time at the end of human biology and Winter used it to reorganize her binders (which were already organized).

Harry had thought it was just an Auradon thing at the time, but now he realized it was far more than that. Winter was not joking, she did not eat because she forgot and was so wrapped up in everything else.

The worst part was that Winter did not even appear to recognize her own case of OCD. She was completely oblivious to it. But that brought another question, was made her like this?

Harry knew that when they were in the forest, this was definitely not how Winter acted. He also had a sneaking suspicion that she did not act like this when she was at home either. As much as Harry liked Auradon more than the Isle, he also hated the place for making Winter like this.

Harry was concerned and he understood now that he was going to need to be the one to be there for her. He would not bring this up to her and he did not want to stress her out all the more. However, he would be the one to make sure that she did not get so wrapped up in her own tasks that she forgot to take care of herself.

"Mmm," Harry hummed as Winter finished her explanation, deciding to change the subject.

He had gotten everything he needed from her to realize what was going on and why she was like this.

"So," Harry knew what he was changing the subject to, "what is this family day exactly?" He recalled Jordan the Genie's daughter saying this.

He had found her character to be quite amusing.

Winter shrugged casually, eating another roll of sushi.

"Exactly what it sounds like. It's a big weekend event where all our families can come down and hang out at the school festival we put on. This year it's supposed to be different though because I guess Ben thought it would be smart for everyone to really interact with each other which is why Dynasty is going to be joining us."

"Ah," Harry nodded, "sounds interestin' enough, always wondered what ye AKs parents be like in person. After all the stories on the Isle, I like teh see if everyone be as their stories claim..." he said thoughtfully.

Winter rose her brows in response, "Yes, I suppose it will be interesting to see if everyone's fear of the VKs parents are overdramatic or not," Winter added causing Harry to choke and cough.

Winter looked at him with worry, about to tell him to put his arms up but he beat her to it.

"Our..." he coughed, "our parents?" Winter did not miss the underside of worry in his voice.

"Yeah," Winter said slowly, "since the barrier is down, Ben thought it would be good to invite your parents as well. It is family day, after all, and you guys are students here now..."

"Right..." Harry nodded, "guess that makes sense..."

"Do you not want your dad to come to come?" Winter questioned.

She was not judging, she was simply curious. Winter really had no place to judge seeing as she did not want her own parents to attend either. She had been lucky the past three years as the Council of Legendary Figures always had a meeting on the same day as family day, so her parents were unable to attend.

They always felt bad about it but Winter assured them it was fine.

The reason she did not want her parents to attend was that she was literally a different person in Auradon. Her mother and father would probably have heart attacks when they saw her dyed hair or how she went by "Winter" instead of "Winterfell".

Not to mention, her mother would be ever so sad if she saw the gloves Winter was wearing, the very same ones Elsa detested.

Nevertheless, it was something she simply did not feel like dealing with.

"It's not that," Harry shrugged, "it's just, villains ain't never be the nicest to anyone, even they own kids. Sure, I look up to me da' but having him here might not be the best idea," Harry explained causing Winter to reach over and place her gloved hand on top of his.

"Don't worry," she smiled reassuringly, "I know the feeling."

Harry was surprised to hear that. Didn't all these AKs love and practically worship their parents, what made Winter different. It caused a series of many questions to unfold within the pirate's mind.

Harry had always known that she was a bit of an oddball, a mystery at that. But he was just now realizing how truly deep of an enigma Winter was. Harry could not help but compare her to a lake — when you first stepped in the waters, it was shallow. But as you continued on, it got and deeper and deeper until you finally just dropped and you realized that the lake was tens if not hundreds of feet deep.

"What do ya mean by tha', duckling," Harry asked, "Ye don't like yer parents?"

Winter's eyes widened, her chest squeezing at the thought. Of course, she liked her parents, she loved them more than anything in the world. Jack Frost and Elsa were her world.

"No, it's not that at all," Winter shook her head, "I love my parents. Honestly, I'm closer to them than the average child is to their parents, it's just that..." Winter bit her lip thinking about how to explain it.

She was not ready to reveal that her hair was naturally white, or that her full name was Winterfell or even the thing with the gloves.

It was not that she did not trust Harry, because honestly, at this rate he was probably someone who she most trusted. She was with him basically every single day and they were far closer than she ever thought possible.

The only reason Mal and Evie knew about her white hair was that a few weeks after the whole Isle fiasco last year, Winter had been in the middle of redying her hair when they walked into her room (she forgot to lock the door).

Of course, since then, the two had been on her about how cool the white strands were and begged her to wear it like that. Luckily, they seemed to have backed off on it this year, but they were still the only ones to know about it other than the royals.

The royal children knew about it; however, because of the meetings they all attended together as children — before Winter ever started dying her hair. She was only thankful none of them had ever mentioned anything about it.

"When I'm in Auradon, I need to make sure that I am, uhm..." Winter started softly, "careful with my... gifts, that's why I always wear the gloves. My parents don't really think the same thing, they want me to be who I am, but sometimes it's hard to be who you truly are when you're living in a place where you're so—"

"So different from everyone," Harry finished Winter's statement for her, clasping his hand around her gloved fingers.

He finally understood why it was that she was always wearing those damned gloves. Despite this, he still had a sense that there was more to the story.

"I think," Harry started, reaching over and grasping Winter's chin between his fingers. He forced her to meet his gaze. "That you should not give a damn what everybody else thinks and just be you," Harry chided, wishing he could bump his nose against her own, but they were sitting too far apart, "I also think there's more to it, lass," Harry added at the end causing Winter to look nervous.

He wasn't wrong, there certainly was more to it than just a pair of gloves.

Without warning, Winter said something that made Harry confused, "Do you like my hair, Harry?"

What in the hell?

"Uhm," Harry cleared his throat, extremely confused as to why the topic had changed to that of all things. Harry would have thought it to be painfully obvious that he more than liked her hair. "Yeah, beautiful brunette strands," he smirked at the end, thinking he had said the right thing.

He was not lying, he thought her hair was gorgeous. However, Harry just thought Winter herself was gorgeous, no matter what hairstyle she had.

As much as Winter loved the compliment, it also sealed the deal as to why she would not be sharing the information that she was not actually brunette with him. It would be one thing if Winter was naturally blonde or even a red-head, but no — Winter had freaking stark white hair! That was weird, and despite Harry's words about her being her true self — he would probably think the same thing.

Even if Uma had teal hair or Mal with purple... okay so maybe Harry would not find it that weird, but still!

"Why?" Harry questioned in confusion, Winter opening her mouth to come up with some excuse before they were interrupted by the waiter.

"Just as you requested," the balding waiter of Japanese descent smile at Winter while holding onto a gleaming katana.

Harry jumped back, thinking they were under attack at first until Winter calmly took the katana away from the waiter with a small thank you. Humming, Winter held out the katana to Harry.

It was then the pirate took note to the beauty of the weapon, from the shining sharpness of the silver blade to the gold weaving through the leather-bound handle. What really caught his eye was the way his name was scripted into the metallic silver of the katana.

It was a deadly piece of weaponry and an expensive one as well. A few of the guys on the Swords and Shield team used a katana instead of a sword, and Harry had realized just how much better the katana was to wield than a sword. It was lighter and swifter and much stronger.

However, like most things in Auradon, katanas were expensive and Harry could not hope to afford one, so he was stuck with the sword. Or so he had thought.

It seemed the gifts were getting better and more pricey, but it still caused Harry's heart to flutter.

"Ya didn't," he shook his head as he slowly grabbed the katana from Winter, examining it thoroughly.

Yes, it certainly was a katana and one that suited him well at that. He could not even imagine how much this cost, it had his freaking name engraved into it!

"Duckling," Harry looked up, fighting back the tears threatening to spill — God, this was so embarrassing, "ya didn't. Tell me this here be a trick, this ain't mine... this can't be, ya didn't..." he refused to believe it.

There was no way. Even someone as kind as Winter would not spend money on him like this. Not for him.

Yeah, Harry may have been arrogant a whole lot of the time, but he was still a filthy rotten pirate. Especially compared to these princes in Auradon, he was nothing — why would someone spend so much on him?

Winter shyly brushed hair behind her ear, smiling at her favorite pirate.

"It's yours, Harry..." her words were quiet and yet they caused Harry to stand from his spot.

"No, ye can't — how much did this cost?" He shook his head while pacing.

Winter shrugged. "Don't worry about that, all I want is you to win your tournaments with it!" She said brightly.

She was swept off her feet and crushed into his chest for the third time that day, Harry spinning her around. Harry set her down after, shaking his head while looking into her eyes.

"Ye can't be doin' this meh,"

"Happy Birthday," is all Winter said before turning and beginning to fill out the check, "now, I figured I could show you around the downtown area for the rest of the afternoon? I thought you might like that..." Winter trailed off nervously as Harry smiled.

"I would love that," he replied honestly.

And so, for the rest of the afternoon, the two walked through the streets of downtown Auradon. Harry had not actually had a chance to see all of downtown Auradon, so he was quite happy with the sights he was exposed to.

It was only after they passed by The Witch Shop of Many Inexplanables that Winter said they should start heading back. They had dinner plans in a few hours, after all.

Uma knew where Winter was taking Harry, so while Winter refused to tell Harry (she said it was a surprise) she knew Uma would do well in helping him dress properly for the fancy restaurant. Harry rose a brow when Winter told him that Uma would help him dress up for the night.

He was honestly surprised that she had planned such a big day for him with all these gifts and he did not notice at all during the week. Sure, he had been suspicious, but all of this flew completely over his head.

Harry had smirked at the thought that his little duckling could be so sneaky.

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Winter just finished braiding her hair up in a fancy updo. The brunette strands folded over in a braided bun nicely, two curled pieces falling on either side of her face in an elegant manner. Her makeup was done softly, dark lashes accompanying beige eyeshadow and sharp eyeliner with some blush and pretty pink lipstick.

Evie had suggested that Winter wear a dark dress, so that's what she did. It was a long-sleeved black dress that stopped just above the knees and was slightly longer in the back. It was tight up top but flowed out toward the bottom, and it looked quite good on her.

It was plain, but beautiful all the same.

Winter had just finished clipping her nude stockings to the ends of her panties before she fluffing her dress back down and grabbing her shoes. Tall black heels that strapped at her ankles, while she was slightly wary at the height — she was happy that it would put her eye level with Harry.

As soon as her heel were on, Winter walked to her mirror, doing any last little touch-ups. While her reflection still gave her chills and the sense of being watched, she was happy with how she looked.

She and Harry would be meeting at Routatouille's, Jonah would be taking her, and Ben said that he would take Harry. Winter thought that was extremely kind of him as he was busy with his Kingly duties and school, after all.

Turning away from her reflection, Winter suddenly saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She whipped around only to find her own reflection staring back at her. Shaking her head, she quickly left her room to meet Jonah in the parking lot, once again missing the way her own reflection stayed in the mirror and smirked.

When Winter was out of the room, the reflection looked down at itself and ruffled the dress.

"Pretty," the reflection lulled before suddenly the braided updo feel down into kinky waves, "but I like this hairstyle better..."

"It's about time!" Jonah called from where he was leaning against his car, smoking his cigarette.

He had on dark shades, the boy doing a double-take when he saw his best friend coming. Even he had to say wow, as much as he saw Winter as a sisterly figure — had Harry not been around, Jonah probably would have tried to make a move.

Except, he would have done more than make Winter one of his hump-and-dates, he would have actually treated her as a girl he liked.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" Jonah winked as Winter approached.

Winter crinkled her nose, wasting no time in grabbing the passenger door handle and getting inside the car.

"Eww, don't ever say that again,"

Jonah laughed while getting in as well, closing the rickety door. His leather seats were ripped and his car smelled of smoke and it was a complete mess, but Winter would have it no other way. The old Camaro named Mami was familiar and almost homely to Winter.

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" Jonah flicked the rest of his cigarette out the window carelessly while speeding out of the lot.

It was not a far drive to the restaurant, and one could walk, but Winter figured it best to not chance messing up her look she had spent the last two hours on.

"Well, I found a way to buy something for Harry and trick him into accepting it," Winter said excitedly, she was talking about the motorcycle she was surprising him with after dinner.

From how well she reacted to his other gifts, she could not wait to see how he reacted to this one.

"Woah," Jonah said in a shocked tone, "you are soooo bad..."

"I know," Winter giggled before she saw his look and picked up on his sarcasm, "Oh wait, you're making fun of me! You suck!" Winter scoffed while Jonah laughed.

"Haha, you swallow,"

"Jonah!"

The rest of the short ride was spent with Jonah's classic rock and laughter between the two. When they got to the restaurant, Jonah told her to try and hold off on getting together with Harry for another two weeks, something that Winter hit his arm for.

After checking in, she followed a hostess to the middle of the fancy restaurant. Ratatouille's lived up to its name in the sense that it was uncharacteristically lavish and elaborate. Soft blood red carpets along with heavy wooden tables and multiple glass chandeliers.

It was two floors, both stories being equally as magnifying. Old expensive French artwork hung on the wall, each and every guest looking nothing less than extravagant.

As she sat as the table made for two, Winter's glass was immediately filled with water and an appetizer menu was handed to her. Most would cringe at the hefty prices, but any child of royalty was unaffected by the price like most other things.

It truly was amazing to be a descendant of royalty.

"Right this way, Mr. Hook," Winter looked up and her breath nearly caught in her throat.

A few feet away, Harry was being led by a hostess toward where she was sitting, the pirate looking around in amazement. Uma had done an amazing job in dressing her best friend, Harry looked so different from how he usually did.

If Winter did not already know Harry, he would be able to fool her in an instant that he was a prince.

A long-sleeved black button-down shirt with a red vest and dark slacks. His loafers were extra shiny and he was missing his usual pirates makeup. His hair had also been combed to the side neatly, something made Winter want to drool.

Standing from her seat, she smiled as Harry made eye contact with her, the newly turned eighteen-year-old actually stopping.

There was only one word that Harry could use to describe the magnificent specimen in front of him, and that would be breathtaking. She was the most exquisite thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Winter blushed at his attentive state, the hostess smiling at the two before walking away.

"Hi," Winter muttered shyly as she took her seat once again, Harry sitting in front of her, "you look great," she smiled as Harry was still gaping at her.

The pirate closed his mouth, swallowing heavily. "Duckling, you're just about the most marvelous thing I have seen," he said honestly.

Winter's already blushed cheeks were practically set on fire at the compliment. Not only that, but Harry spoke (while it was still in that Scottish accent — she really wondered where it came from) in clear direct syllables that were pronounced, unlike his usual pirate talk.

"Uhm, thank you," Winter said shyly, before thrusting the appetizer menu to him. "You're eighteen now, so feel free to order a drink and you choose what you want,"

Harry kept his eyes on the beautiful thing in front of him, his mind spinning with the different ways he wished to ravage her. He smirked as she shrunk under his look, gazing down at the menu almost reluctantly.

However, he nearly had a heart attack when he caught sight of the prices. He determined this would be an expensive restaurant based on the atmosphere and décor, but these prices were insane.

How was he supposed to let Winter pay for this? Especially when dinner was free back at the school.

"Don't even think about arguing either," Winter said firmly, ceasing Harry's intention of disputing this.

"Ya best be careful yer spoilin' me rotten and it may just give me the wrong idea, duckling," he winked causing Winter to smile.

"Well, I'm just trying to make this a perfect day for you," Winter explained as Harry frowned at the slightest sounds of doubt in her tone.

How could she still have even a sliver of doubt that this day had been anything but a perfect for him? Birthdays had never particularly excited him but after this day he had a new view of his birthday.

"Duckling," he shook his head, his voice holding such an emotion that it caught Winter off-guard, "don't ye see? This day has been more than perfect..."

Winter smiled at that, allowing Harry to grab her gloved hand over the table and interlace their fingers. To an outsider, the two would look like a young couple madly in love, but no one would suspect the truth to their very complicated relationship.

Just over an hour later, the two left Ratatouille's stuffed to the brim. Winter knew that the day was winding down as the sun had begun to set just over the horizon. And yet, there was still a few more surprises Winter had planned for Harry.

Once which involved lots of cake, and Winter really was not sure that she could handle another bite of anything. The food from Ratatouille's had been so delicious, many of the courses being traditional French meals.

Harry never knew that there was so much food. Up until he left the Isle, he had always thought fish, chips, some moldy bread, and rotten fruits were all there was in the food aspect of life.

"So, I suppose we've come to the end of the day then?" Harry asked as he and Winter stood in front of the restaurant.

"Almost," Winter smirked, "I still have one more gift though,"

"What?" Harry groaned, but at this point, he honestly was not surprised. He only wondered what she had for him that was supposed to outdo the other three things she already gave him, he doubted anything would be able to surpass his new katana. "Duckling, ye cannot be spendin' all this money on me, it's not—" Harry stopped himself short as Winter motioned to the street a few feet away.

He followed to where she was pointing, seeing that she was bringing his attention to a motorcycle parked in one of the parallel spots. It was a very sporty bike, obviously meant for speed overall and appearing as though it would just be able to fit two people.

It was entirely black in color minus the few streaks of red and gold-rimmed tires. A large bow was sat on the seat, Harry's mouth dropping open.

It was a gorgeous bike and made the pirate wonder who it belonged to. He wanted a bike exactly like this one someday.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, unable to stop his inner "guy" as he practically fanboyed over the motorcycle. His previous conversation with Winter was momentarily forgotten as he walked over to the sports bike, rounding it with appreciation.

It was sleek and very shiny, and Harry did not dare want to ruin the perfect finish. Not to mention, he thought that if he so much as touched it, he would be persuaded to go back to his Isle-days and hotwire this bike.

He smirked as he thought of when he stole Jay's bike, that being one of the only times the pirate had ever one-upped him in terms of stealing. However, unlike Jay's bike, Harry would never even think to crash this beauty in front of him.

"Real gorgeous, don't ya think, lass?" Harry murmured distractedly while gazing at the bike with longing.

Winter crossed her arms, "Yeah, I hoped you would think so," she said.

Harry nodded dumbly before he caught up to exactly what she said. His gaze snapped up to meet hers, the boy refusing to believe it.

No way. There was absolutely no way, it was not possible. It literally defied the laws of physics.

"Wha'?" Harry breathed, swallowing heavily while keeping his gaze on Winter.

He noticed the way she looked down and blushed before looking back up at him.

"Uma gave me a few suggestions so I was really hoping you would like this. I thought it was quite nice, the red streaks are pretty, don't you think? Oh, and it's in brand new condition..." Winter rambled mindlessly, a nervous lull to her voice.

Harry was staring at her in shock, his mouth falling open.

"What are ye on about, lass?" Harry finally demanded, tired of beating around the bush.

"It's yours," Winter shrugged.

Harry was still not convinced. "What is?"

"The bike," Winter deadpanned, "it's yours, happy birthday,"

Harry could not believe this, she had managed to one-up the last gift. He felt tears building in his eyes, but this time around he was not able to hold them back and allowed the fall. His breathing shuttered, while he was not full-on sobbing — his small weeps were apparent.

"Do you not like it? We can always return it for something else," Winter said nervously while Harry walked to her with a purposeful step.

Unlike the last few hugs they shared, Harry did not spin her around. No, he lifted her up and brought her to his chest and did not let go. He nuzzled into the side of her, crying gently. On the Isle, if you wanted to cry, you cried into your pillow. Harry did not cry... ever, and yet here he was blubbering like a baby.

Oh, if his da' could see him, Captain Hook would have a few choice words for his son.

But Harry could not stop himself, this was more than just kind, this was one of the most selfless things anyone had ever done for him.

"I more than like it, duckling," he was repeatedly kissing the side of her head, doing everything in his power to keep from kissing the place he most wanted to.

Her lips.

"I fooken', love it," he said between teary kisses, "thank ya, thank ya, thank ya,"

Winter had never felt so happy and accomplished in her life. She would do anything just to see Harry so happy again.

After that, Harry proceeded to drive them back to the school on his motorcycle, Winter holding onto him tightly the entire time. She now understands how he felt the first few minutes he rode with her and Stewart.

When they arrived, Harry spent fifteen minutes taking multiple pictures of his motorcycle and gushing about it to Winter the whole time. Winter was finally able to pull him away from it where they then met the core four, Ben, Jane, Lonnie, Uma, Gil, all of Uma's crew, and Harry's sisters for cake.

Harry was astonished to see all the different kinds of cake Winter had bought for him. He had never been happier as everyone sang for him, the pirate dancing around with the rest of the crew while the others clapped.

Mal smiled as she watched Winter dance with Harry, Evie nudging her.

"Yep, they're in love," Evie giggled.

"They so are," Mal agreed, just as Ben came up behind her and Doug next to Evie.