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   WINTER had been confident she could tutor Harry for a solid five minutes before she realized he was listening to nothing she was saying. Rather, he either interrupted her with some flirty comment or he was doing as he was now—staring at her stocking covered legs.

Winter was annoyed. She understood that Harry was more physically inclined than book-smart, but he could still be making an effort.

"Harry," Winter snapped causing Harry to lose his dazed look and bring his striking eyes back up to meet hers. Winter shivered at the look he was giving, the pirate biting his lip as though he had been thinking not the most appropriate thoughts.

Winter sniffed, hoping that she had simply been reading one too many romance novels and had the completely wrong idea on what he had been thinking about.

"Haven't you been paying attention in your chivalry class? I am pretty sure the first lesson clearly states that one should always listen to another who is speaking to them," Winter sassed in a dry manner.

Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise, the pirate leaning back in his chair with a confused look on his face. "How do ya' know that, ain't chivalry only meant to be taken by guys?"

Winter's face remained stoic, "yes, but I know everything," she answered without a beat causing Harry to look even more thrown off.

Sometimes Winter would say or do something that was so unpredicted that it would throw even Harry—who was the king of unpredictable. After a moment, Harry blinked while shaking his head.

Suddenly, without warning, Harry's own unpredictable and insane nature came about and he was laughing like a madman. A few students looked over and the librarian threw a glare in their direction but said nothing.

Winter was unsure why Harry was laughing but simply allowed him to continue on. She noticed Lonnie who was sitting with Jane a few tables away raise a brow to her, motioning to Harry who was now laughing so hard he had to put his head down on the table to muffle his loud guffaws. It was apparent she was questioning what Winter did that was so funny.

Winter only shrugged truly not knowing the answer.

"Why are you laughing?" Winter demanded a few seconds later, his hysterics ceasing.

Harry brought his head back up and looked at her in a greatly amused manner. "Because you're funny, lass," he explained while calming down.

Winter pursed her lips, not seeing how she was funny but saying nothing about it. She knew Harry was partly insane, but she didn't mind as all the best people were. As long as Harry was not harming anybody, let him be who he wanted she figured.

What he wanted to be...

Winter's eyes brightened as an idea peaked.

"What do you want to do after you graduate, Harry?" Winter leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed.

She thought that maybe this was the best way to try and get through to him.

Harry smirked, "I want to explore the world and sail across the seas, of course, duckling. Why? Do you perhaps want to join me in my exploits?"

When Harry was young, his father always told him and his sisters' stories of what lied outside the Isle. He told them about the way the sea breeze felt when he sailed, about all the different islands, people, and treasures to be found. And most all, Captain Hook always told them about the freedom a pirate had while on the open seas.

No rules to follow, no people to put you down, simply you, the crew, and the wide unwavering ocean. To Harry, it sounded like a dream.

He always hated how his father became so obsessed with exacting revenge on Peter Pan that Captain Hook forgot all about what being a real pirate was. Harry swore he would never do that.

Harry knew that he would get off the Isle one day, and that day had happened. All Harry had to do was wait until graduation, then he could fix-up his ship that was currently at the docks of the Isle and he would sail the ocean blue and explore to his heart's content.

After being docked at the Isle for so long, the Lost Revenge was in no condition to travel the seas, but Harry knew he would able to fix it. At first, Harry considered passing up the offer to go to Auradon Prep altogether in favor of fixing up his ship, but even Harry knew he would one day regret that decision.

Even if he did not like school, Harry, Uma, and Gil had all dreamed about being able to attend Auradon Prep once upon a time. Well, it was more-so Uma and Gil, but Harry went along with it because he wanted to be with his two buddies.

"Well, how do you expect to be able to sail the seas if you don't pass your classes?" Winter questioned causing Harry to snicker.

"And what does school have to do with being an explorer, lass?"

"For one, how do you expect to pay for a ship if you can't get a job because you did not earn the right grades in school?" Winter snarked causing Harry to gain a cocky expression.

"Duckling, I's already got me own ship," Winter paused, making a face of surprise, she was not expecting that response.

Crud, that kind of killed her point then.

"No, you don't," Winter narrowed her eyes refusing to believe him, there was no way.

"Aye, where do ya' think it was we first met?" And it was then Winter remembered the docks and pirate ship from the Isle.

"You're telling me that was your ship, not Uma's?" Winter was astonished causing Harry to roll his eyes.

"Uma may be captain lass, but I technically own the Lost Revenge," it was apparent Harry was proud by the tone of his voice as he spoke about his ship, "just need to fix 'er up a bit and the crew and me be ready to set sail,"

Winter huffed, taking in the fact that Harry already had his own ship. Then why the hell was even going to school?

"Why are you going to school then? You could go fix up your ship now and leave," Winter stated as though it were obvious.

"Where be the fun in that? Uma and the rest of the crew wanted to come to school before we's set sail and I wanted to find ye," Winter was staring at Harry wide-eyed as he put on a flirty grin at the end.

It made sense that Uma would be going with Harry, he was her first mate and she was his captain. Beyond that, the two were best friends who seemed to go everywhere together.

"Okay, fine," Winter said, shaking off the flirtatious comment before she could think too much on it and become a flustered mess again, "so you have your own ship. But what about the sailing part? There is a lot math that goes into that—"

Harry's head lulled back as though he were bored, and he interrupted Winter with his answer. "Uma's good with mathematics, love, and if you come—"

"I'm not coming," Winter deadpanned before he could get stuck on that idea.

Harry grinned, looking back toward her, "ye say tha' now, but give me until graduation,"

"Harry Hook, I will not be going on your insane voyage—"

"I think ye will though,"

"Oh my Gosh," Harry snickered at how easily Winter got worked up, "do you even know how to read a map, Harry, do you know what geography is?"

Harry made a face as though he were truly offended Winter would ask him something like. He scowled at her smug expression spreading.

"Of course, I knows how ter read a map! And I know what geography is!" He exclaimed causing Winter to narrow her eyes suspiciously.

Harry growled at her causing Winter to give him an odd look, but she did not back down.

"Okay, then where is Baffin Bay?" Winter was pretty sure it was off the coast of Alaska.

Harry snorted as though he had just asked her the easiest question in the world. "Firstly, duckling, that is not reading a map—that's just memorizing geography," Winter frowned when she realized he was technically right, "and second, Baffin Bay be off the coast of Greenland,"

On the Isle, Harry had plenty of time to memorize the world map and choose just where be wanted to go.

"Ha! Wrong, it's off the coast of Alaska,"

Harry did not lose his smug grin and instead smirked. "Check the map, duckling, because for once in yer life, you be wrong,"

Winter gave him a scathing look, clenching her fists.

"I. am. not. wrong." She hissed causing Harry to quirk an amused brow, casually leaning back and folding his arms behind his head.

"Yeah? Well, why don't we check the map?"

Winter had never stood so fast in her life practically racing to where she knew the map books to be.

Harry's eyes basically drilled a hole into Winter's backside from how hard he was staring at her ass as she ran. To him, it seemed the skirt was getting shorter and shorter, and it was hard to ignore his drive to stick his hand up her skirt.

Don't blame Harry, that's just how it was on the Isle. Honestly, Harry was surprised he was even capable of behaving as well as he had here in Auradon. Were they back on the Isle, Harry would have long since taken a glance up her skirt like the pervert he was.

He briefly wondered what color her panties were.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by Winter appearing back at their table and dropping a huge book a loud thud. Opening the book, Winter flipped a few pages before stopping on a map of Greenland.

"See, there is no—" Winter was eating her words.

Because there in big bold letters, just off the coast of Greenland as Harry as previously stated was Baffin Bay. Harry had not moved from his seat other than leaned forward to glance at the map. His eyes zeroed in on where he knew Baffin Bay to be.

"I'm sorry, duckling," Harry mockingly pouted at Winter's astounded expression.

Unable to stop himself, Harry reached up from where he sat and placed his large hand on Winter's cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth, and it was cold to the touch.

He figured as much considering her heritage. Harry would be lying if he said he was not curious about her powers. He eyed the gloves she wore and wished she would take them off. Harry made a mental note to ask her about her abilities later, though he had a hunch he would need to push her to get any information out.

"I know it be a nasty feeling, being wrong ye' know," Harry cooed while stroking her cheek bringing Winter back the present.

She could not believe that she was wrong. Her, Winterfell Iduna Frost, was wrong about something involving scholarly matters. Winter was not that confident of a person, but the one thing she actually prided herself on was her vast smarts and knowledge. She could not even remember the last time she got a wrong question a test.

And yet, here she was, getting a fact wrong to Harry delinquent Hook. What has the world come to?

It was then she recognized the fact that Harry had been stroking her cheek for an undetermined amount of time. She wanted to lean into his palm and bask in his attentions, and a part of her simply wanted to jump right in his lap and give him a huge hug.

He was her soulmate, after all. While she was doing her best to resist, a large chunk of her simply wanted to accept it and tell him. Winter never imagined that Harry would be this affectionate of a person. Yes, he was unbearably flirty, sometimes downright sadistic, and he said some of the most terrible innuendos Winter had ever heard. But beyond that, he was affectionate.

He was always trying to touch her in some way. At meals, he would sit as close as to her as virtually possible, in class—he would try playing footsie or grabbing her hand, and even now here he was stroking her cheek as though it were the most normal thing in the world. He was just as stubborn as Winter—if not more, and it seemed that it would take a lot more for him to give up in trying to seduce her.

Winter felt slightly bad, she figured she should probably tell him about the soulmate thing so he knew exactly why he felt the connection to her. Surely he must feel it based on how he acted with her—or she at least hoped he did.

However, something was stopping her because she knew if she so much as uttered the truth to him—it would make his attempts that much more relentless. And Winter was not sure she could handle it, she did not know how far he could push her before she finally broke and gave in.

She had to remind herself that this was a dangerous game. As strong as Harry was, he was just as susceptible to an incident of Winter's powers as any other person. She did not want Harry of all people to be the first one who happened to be a victim of the dangerous side to her abilities.

That thought alone had her reeling away from Harry's touch, the girl looking toward the pirate frantically. Harry rose a brow while tilting his head, slowly bringing his hand that had been stroking her cheek down.

Harry thought he had been getting somewhere for a second because she allowed him to touch for quite a bit, and at one point Harry swore she was actually leaning into his touch.

"Why are ya' pulling away, duckling?" Harry questioned in a suspicious tone, getting the sense that Winter was fighting herself.

He was not sure why though. Perhaps it had something to do with her not wanting to associate herself with some dirty pirate's son? Harry dearly hoped not.

Uma had made a point when she said Harry has a lot to compete with considering Winter was a princess. He would need to try that much harder with her.

Winter simply breathed deeply gathering her thoughts before slamming the map book closed. She forced her thoughts to go back to the matter at hand.

So, Harry was failing chivalry and but he knew geography so well that he literally had the map memorized.

Interesting.

And like that, a solution pulled at Winter's mind. She had only put Harry in the chivalry class because she was irritated, she should have known better. But now she was going to fix it, she would put him in a class he would actually excel at.

With little to no thought, Winter hastily began packing her backpack away. Harry mentally cursed as Winter scurried away at a surprisingly quick pace for her size. Stumbling out of his library chair, Harry grabbed his own backpack and raced after his tutor.

"Winter, where ya' going, lass?" Harry cried as he exited the library, looking left then right before catching sight of the girl in question.

Harry easily caught up with her, smirking at her ass as he walked behind her. Winter was easily the most put-together-looking person he had ever come across. With her official-looking sweater vests, the black school skirt, stockings, and ballet flats. Not to mention, the tight bun her hair was always up (though he wishes she would put it down).

She never wore makeup either was something that Harry noticed and honestly, he quite liked that about her. Some of the princesses here wore so much makeup that when they took it off it made them look like a completely different person.

Now, Harry was not judging because he liked wearing some bold eye makeup himself. It was more the fact that respected Winter choosing to go naked-faced.

Harry paused as his gaze flitted her from her ass to her hair which was tied in the tight bun. However, for a second, Harry swore he saw what appeared to be an extremely light strand of hair—so light that it was actually white. In the next second, after Harry blinked the strand was gone and Harry had caught up with Winter enough that he was walking side-by-side with her.

Harry shook it off, figuring he was just seeing things. He had gone to bed late the previous night and woke up early for classes.

"I'm sorry, duckling, I did not realize you were such a sore loser." Harry teased, trying to get under Winter's skin.

However, her face remained blank and she was not slowing down on the way to wherever she was going. Harry hoped she was going to her dorm room so he could finally see where her room was. He had tried following her countless times to her dorm, but Winter always managed to disappear before they could even get into the dorm building.

He knew she was in the same building as him from when she mentioned it on the tour. He just was not sure as to which room.

"Aw, don't ignore me, my duckling, I'm sorry okay," Harry rolled his eyes figuring Winter really was just having a fit about being wrong, "here, Baffin Bay doesn't need to be part of Greenland anymore, it can be on Alaska's coast,"

This got a reaction from Winter as she scowled at him causing Harry to snicker.

"You are so ridiculous," she shook her head, as Harry smirked.

Before Harry could retort, he and Winter came to the doors of the front office. Harry furrowed his brows, pausing when Winter strolled right on in. Biting his lip, Harry growled following the girl he was pining over into the front office.

He swears that if she was trying to report him for something stupid he was going destroy something. As much as he adored Winter, he would not put it past her to do something like that.

However, he was surprised when he walked in only to see Winter already at one of the desks making a request that caused him to want to run over and kiss her thousands of times over.