#ballet dancer reader

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Chad glared across the cafeteria at his sister and Hook, the two had been hanging out more and more as the weeks went on, picking up each other from dance class or regular class, eating meals together, spending time in each other's dorm rooms before curfew, whispering to each other and laughing.

Chad knew his sister was being corrupted by the pirate and his filthy vk friends, he had let this go on for far too long, he had to save his sister before it was too late. “What are you glaring at?” Audrey asked as she sat across from Chad, picking up a fork and starting to stab at her salad.

“That filthy pirates corrupting my sister” Chad grumbled, turning in his seat to face Audrey, who looked a little disturbed. “Oh don’t tell me you don’t see it, look at him!” Chad turned again, pointing at Harry, who was leaning on his hand smiling at you as you talked about some random thing. “He’s corrupting her! He’s up to something I know it, he’s gonna use her to get the wand or something”

Audrey tilted in her seat, raising her brow as Harry laughed, very genuinely might she add, and hiked his leg up onto the bench, your back now resting against his knee. “Oh yes,” Audrey said in a sarcastic tone “I can just see the evil intent radiating off of him, look that that he’s manipulating her right in front of us!” Audrey held down her laughter as Harry gently took your switch from you and started to play whatever game it was, tilting his body to allow you to see the screen as he did.

“I’m glad you see things my way” Audrey slumped in her seat and facepalmed, Chad didn’t see her reaction and continued to glare at Harry. “I have to make (y/n) see reason, that pirate is only going to use her”

“Chad” Audrey started sternly, narrowing her eyes as Chad turned to her with wide eyes “Harry isn’t planning anything, they-the pirates- have been here for several months now. If they were planning something they probably would have already done it. It took Mal and the others only a day to try to get the wand, and it's been almost half a year since their arrival and nothing happened. You need to let go of-” Audrey waved her hand in front of Chad’s face “-whatever this is against the vks, I know it sounds so hypocritical coming from me but you are taking it way too far Chad, you know why the vks ended up going with their plan, we pushed them. I don’t want you to push Harry into doing anything dangerous, or your sister away from you. Both you and I know if you continue this (y/n) won't like it.” Chad stared at Audrey for a few moments, and Audrey hoped that she had gotten through to him.

“hmpf” Chad grumped, slumping in his seat and crossing his arms, leaving the matter alone for now.

“Thank you” Audrey breathed in relief, hopefully, Chad would drop it but knowing him, he would be back on this bullshit the next day. Chad turned to look over his shoulder, gritting his teeth as Harry leaned closer to you, your faces oh so close together as you watched Harry play the game.

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You yelped as you were suddenly pulled into an empty classroom as you were heading out for dance class, huffing as you came face to face with Chad “what do you want?” you asked annoyed, pulling out your phone and checking the time, you had about 15 minutes before class started.

“stop hanging around that pirate and his friends, they’re gonna turn you evil or something I can tell” you stared blankly at Chad as he stared back at you, completely serious.

“oh my god you’re serious aren’t you?” you rolled your eyes, rubbing your face in frustration “listen Chad, I don’t know what you got against the vks, but I don’t give one fuck about it, they aren’t their parents, and it's honestly hypocritical when you say stuff like that” Chad looked offended at that “how do you think Mom would react to your very obvious hatred against the vks? you know how she raised us, she never hated her stepmom or sisters and they abused her for years, why should we hate kids who haven’t even done anything to us?! Try this crap again on me and I’m telling mom” Chad gasped and held his hand to his chest, taking a step back.

“You wouldn't.” You glared back, pulling out your phone and hovering your thumb over your mother’s contact.

“I would! Now leave it, I’m not going to stop hanging out with Harry just because you can't get over your personal crap.” You turned on your heel and stormed out of the classroom, almost running as you left campus to get to the studio.

Chad clicked his jaw in anger, he would get the corrupt pirate away from you if it was the last thing he did.

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Harry yelped as he was suddenly pulled aside, looking down to see the pastel pink and blue head of Princess Audrey, holding his arm and dragging him down the hallways towards the exit "A-Audrey?” Harry asked, stumbling a bit as she went through the doors and down the steps still holding onto him “what are yeh doin’?”

“Chad’s planning something” she hushed, speed walking towards the studio “he has this grudge against you for some dumb reason and is planning to attempt to pull (y/n) away from you so just be on the lookout for things that might screw with her perception of you, okay? Okay. Have a good lesson Harry” she left Harry standing in front of the studio completely confused, his hands in the air as he stared at her.

“fuckin WHAT?!” Harry yelled, throwing his hands into the air and sighing, princesses’ they never made sense. He stomped into the studio and passed by your class, waving at the girls who surrounded you that smiled at him politely and elbowed you teasingly as you grinned at him.

He walked into his class and changed out his shoes, taking off his hoodie and starting to stretch as his classmates mingled and did the same. Soon Bert entered the room with two armfuls of bamboo sticks “g’mornin class!” the class eagerly greeted him back, including Harry as he had warmed up to the dance teacher in the last few months “today, we continue our practice for the spring performance, with the ol’ bamboos!” he tossed a long stick to each of his students, Harry catching one and twirling it like a staff. “today we start learning the choreo for the bamboo half, and starting tryouts for the lead.”

Harry zoned out at that point, numbly yet energetically going along with what Bert showed them, picking up the steps quite quickly compared to the rest of the class, but he had always been quick to pick physical routines up, such as sword fighting and Uma's old ‘what’s my name’ dance.

Soon the two hours of class were up and everyone was packing their things and heading out, Harry staying behind for a moment to see if you had beaten him to the punch, but after those moments and no (y/n), he finished packing up and made his way across the hall, leaning against the wall waiting for your class to finish. But after 10 minutes and no one coming out, he peeked inside, raising his brow as he only saw you, dancing along to the music.

“hey,” he announced his intrusion, you didn’t falter at his sudden voice and he walked across the room to sit down in front of you. you slowed down with the end of the music, posing as if you were with a partner, and smiled at him breathlessly “didn’t yeh have class today?” you nodded, walking over to your bag and grabbing a towel and water.

“Yeah, they all already left, I’m trying to perfect the piece.” Harry rose his brow, watching you intently as you walked over to him and sat down beside him.

“but the performance isn't fer another” Harry checked his phone calendar “six months, yeh got the time?” you just hummed and shrugged.

“what can I say im a perfectionist” you muttered, sipping at your ice-cold water and leaning against Harry’s side, your phone that was connected to the blue-tooth room speakers moving onto a random song, some sort of ballad but you were paying more attention to Harry’s comforting warmth that was seeping into you.

Harry chuckled “fer a perfectionist, yeh let a lot of things go imperfect” he took your head and nodded at your nails, the light blue sparkles chipping and then he nodded at your bag, a mess of pins and paint.

“perfectionist for dancing dork” you slapped his hand away, already missing the feeling “I just-if I don’t get this right, i…I don’t know” Harry frowned, the mood had suddenly dipped and Harry could feel the bubbling sadness.

“But I've heard yer friends say yer the best dancer in this whole school, hell I think I heard Esméralda say ya already perfected it so why?” you sighed, squishing your check into Harry's hoodie.

“I can't convey the emotions I need into the dance, so it's not perfect. I can do the steps not…not the rest.” You sighed again, closing your eyes “the dance is supposed to be a duet, Esméralda hasn’t found someone to dance with me so I've been doing it alone for a bit but-it’s supposed to convey two falling in love” Harry felt his cheeks flush at that but he couldn't explain why “and…I've never been in love with anybody before…I've just-…never felt that kinda connection.” You groaned, sliding down into Harry's lap as he lifted his arm and cupped your face “and if I don’t convey it, Esméralda is going to replace me and-and I feel like if I do, I’ll be failing them” Harry raised his brow at that.

“them? Them who?” Harry asked gently, if someone was going to be mad at you for this simple thing, he was going to hook them.

“…I don’t know” you muttered, reaching up and clinging to Harry’s arm “me? My parents? Esméralda? I really don’t, I just-…I feel like a failure for not falling in love” Harry frowned “Es- Esméralda also said I have no passion which, I do! I love dancing, it’s been my dream since I was a little kid but…she says there's no spark, no fun in it” you muttered, Harry staring down at you with sad eyes. Then he looked at your phone, still playing the ballad; he had an idea.

“how long ‘as it been since yeh danced fer fun?” Harry asked, gently lifting you up out of his lap and jumping to his feet, jogging over to your phone and quickly pulling up YouTube.

You tilted your head at him as ‘shut up and dance’ started to play, Harry jumping around a bit to get himself hyped before spinning around to face you with a playful grin “what are you doing?” you laughed, wiping away the tears that had started to bubble up, Harry shimmied his shoulders as he walked towards you with his hands out.

“I asked yeh a question!” Harry sniggered, grabbing your hands and pulling you up, dragging you out to the middle of the room and tugging your hands back and forth as he forced you to dance with him “when was the last time yeh danced fer fun?”

You went to answer, only to pause…you didn’t know “well today’s tha’ day then” Harry grinned mischievously, pulling you into a spin as he used your weight to do so, his eyes wide with delight as you started to laugh. The two of you started to dance, no particular way in mind, just…dancing. No choreography or meaning, just dancing; jumping, spinning, swing dancing, quickstep, whatever came to mind that fit best with the tempo.

Esméralda came back into the room, her head down as she looked in her bag. She had forgotten her wallet in the room and hadn’t expected to find her best dancer just, dancing willy nilly, with no care in the world and full of passion. She stared in slight shock; she hadn’t seen you just -dance- in years! A smile grew on her face, and Harry Hook had been the one to bring that- passion- back out in you…she had found your partner for the duet.

She discretely got her wallet and walked out of the room, the two of you not noticing her as you were lost in your own world. You scream laughed as Harry picked you up and started to spin around, your legs curling up to your chest as he did so. Harry slowed down and dropped you back to your feet, taking your hand and pulling you towards him as you spun around once more. You dipped yourself, relying on Harry to keep you off the floor as he pulled you back and the two of you jumped around each other, pulling and pushing on each other's hands as you both laughed; the music echoing loudly around you.

As the song ended, Harry pulled you into him, your arms flying around his neck as he held your waist, hugging you tightly as you laughed into his ear, his face tucked securely between your neck and shoulder. After a few moments of muffled laughter, you pulled back, cupping Harry's face as he grinned down at you, his face flushed from his actions.

“thank you” you whispered, you hadn’t felt like that when dancing in years, just having fun with it instead of trying to make every bit perfect “thank you” Harry kissed the top of your head, pulling you back into a strong hug.

“yer welcome Princess”

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Chad bit his thumb as the very next day, you and Harry had somehow gotten ever closer, sitting shoulder to shoulder, sometimes your legs tossed over his lap and staring into each other eyes. He had to get rid of this damn pirate soon.

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Harry, the night of the day when he had danced with you, lay awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a goofy smile on his face. As he had danced with you, he had finally put a word to the feelings he got when around you; the butterflies, the way his mind was filled with nothing but fuzzy thoughts about you, the fuzzy feeling in his chest, the quick beat of his heart when he kissed the top of your head, the spark that ran through him when he touched your skin.

He was in love; he was in love with (y/n) Charming. He covered his face and bit his lip as his face turned red, muffing his love-induced laughter as not to disturb the sleeping Gil.

He was in love with you and he didn’t have a damn problem with it.

-end of part 4-

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Welp…there he was…in an intermediate dance class, thankfully Bert taught the class (he actually taught a good handful, he was just the main beginner class teacher) so Harry wouldn’t be thrown into a whole new class with no familiar faces. Harry held down a smile as he remembered the jealous faces of his ex-dance classmates as Bert told him about his ‘level up’ the day before. He had only been at the studio for a month before he was leveled up, his schedule had changed a bit as well, before he was only going to the studio three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now he would be going Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. His hour-long classes turning to two as Bert led Harry’s fellow dancers through new and much more complicated steps.

The only good thing that had come out of this was that his classes now ended at the same time as (y/n)’s, and now he would be able to go across the hall to pick her up instead of going from the back of the school to the front as he did when he was still in beginner.

Harry sat on the floor as he slid on his ballet shoes, strapping them to his feet and tossing his bag against the wall, standing with a sigh and walking over to where Bert was talking to the dancers.

“Any of ya hear of the ol’ bamboo?” Bert asked, taking a step back and grabbing a long stick, twirling it in his hands. The whole class shook their heads, well minus Harry, who just rose his brow. “well, this is what ya gonna be learning for the end of spring performance next year, the beginners are doin’ Step in time, ya will be doing ol’ bamboo, and the expert class is doing ballet, with miss charming as their star” Harry perked up at that, so that was the performance Esmerelda was talking to (y/n) about huh?

“So!” Bert clapped his hands, grinning at his students “let's start with the lyrics, shall we?! It is a musical performance after all”

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By the end of the two hours, Harry was kinda exhausted, less exhausted than the rest of his classmate's thanks to his isle-bred stamina but still…very tired and very sweaty. Harry wiped down his face and neck with a cool towel and changed out his shoes.

“Hi~” Harry looked up, unable to keep the smile off his face as (y/n) looked down at him, hanging her head upside down while doing so “How was class?”

“Like usual” Harry simply replied, looking back at his shoes “Wha’ are yeh doin’ here? I thought yer class ended a bit after mine?” (y/n) just hummed, grabbing Harry’s bag and holding it open for Harry to toss his dance shoes in, then handing it to him as he stood.

“Ended early, Esméralda had an appointment…do you want to go get ice cream?” Harry rose his brow as he looked to (y/n), who gave an unsure smile.

“Ice cream?” Harry hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked to the ceiling “Do I-Harry Hook-want ice cream?” (y/n) rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder gently. “Ice cream sounds good” Harry chuckled, patting (y/n)’s head and offering his arm again, once again ignoring the spark running through his skin as (y/n) hands wrapped around his arm.

“Yay! There's this new place I've been wanting to try! But no one will go with me! I'll drive us there!” Harry smiled at (y/n)’s rambling, leading her to pull him along to the parking lot where her car was.

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“No-no no no no, the egg travels back in time and it creates a new timeline, and then later it's revealed that there's another egg that was corrupted that ALSO traveled back in time, but that one’s helping the yiga clan.” Harry licked his lips free of his chocolate ice cream, narrowing his eyes as (y/n) finished her mini-rant about one of her favorite games lore.

“So,” Harry started, setting down his spoon and tilting his head “the egg? Is-a time-traveling mini guardian?? And-the princess, Link or whatever-“ (y/n) looked at him with puffed cheeks.

“Zelda! Link is the knight! Zelda is the princess!” Harry made a face.

“But if the stories mostly follow Link, why is it called Legend of Zelda!?” Harry gave a smug smirk as (y/n) huffed and wiped the corner of her lips free of her ice cream.

“Becauseeeee oh! I remember! Well don’t quote me on it, but the first game was originally going to be about Zelda exclusively, then they made Link and they found the new story worked better, they just kept the original title.” Harry hid his smile behind another mouthful of ice cream, (y/n) was pretty cute when she went on her video game rants, Legend of Zelda being one of her favorites. “Okay, at some point you have to play one of the games, especially breath of the wild, you can barrow my switch” Harry chuckled, setting down his now empty cup of ice cream.

“Alright then” Harry started, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth “sounds fun?” (y/n) beamed in excitement, dancing in her seat a bit.

“Yes!...I can’t wait to see your ass kicked by a lynel” (y/n) cackled, laughing louder as Harry gave her an odd look.

“From how yer laughing, that tells me it's not a fun thing ta fight?” Harry guessed, smiling as (y/n) nodded through her laughter.

“Lynels are harder to beat than the final boss, which is bullshit but I digress” Harry turned to see Audrey, who was smiling at (y/n)s giggling self “side note; it’s a little odd to see you two hanging out” she waved off Harry’s slightly offended look “not in a mean way, more; you're both from a different crowd and Chad likes to say shit about you to (y/n)…though she” she gestured to (y/n) who was coming down from her giggle fit. “doesn’t like listening to Chad, so I should have expected this.”

“Damn right, hell will freeze over before I actually listen to his dumbass” (y/n) chuckled, finishing off her ice cream and looking up at Audrey, who was picking up her shopping bags again and going to leave “What are you doing here by the way?”

“Oh just some shopping, trying out a new style and all that, good day you two!” Audrey sauntered off, leaving (y/n) and Harry alone once more.

Harry looked back at (y/n) at the same time she did, they both smiled and (y/n) nodded back towards the parking lot of the mall they were at “Wanna get started on breath of the wild?”

Harry smiled, turning to toss his empty ice cream cup in the trash can behind him “Sounds fun”

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“No! Dodge to the side! YES! Okay, mash the Y button!” Gil and Uma stepped into (y/n)s dorm room, having been looking for Harry for the past two hours after he didn’t return from dance class, and Gil had suggested looking for Harry in (y/n)s room.

Uma had thought it was a stupid idea but humored Gil, only to be surprised to see Harry and (y/n) in bean bags as Harry button mashed the controller he held in his hand, sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration. “Uhhhh Harry?” Uma called out, leaning back a bit as Harry shushed her.

“I’m fighting a lynel and am about to die I need silence!” Harry yelled, leaning forward into his controller, tossing his hands up in shock as the red-maned lynel finally died “FUCKING FINALLY!” (y/n) cheered along with Harry, laughing as he pulled her into his side.

Uma and Gil gave each other a look, Uma smirking before walking towards the two and pulling Harry up to his feet “Awesome, you beat a video game mini-boss, I've been looking for you for two hours” Harry seemed to come down from his victory high and gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh uh…sorry?” Uma hummed and nodded, grabbing his arm and waving to (y/n).

“Say bye to (y/n) Harry” Harry waved (y/n) goodbye as she giggled and saved Harry's game, switching the profile to her game.

“Bye (y/n)” (y/n) beamed at him, waving at him as he was pulled backward by Uma towards the door.

“Bye Harry!”

Uma pulled Harry out of the room, rolling her eyes a bit as Harry continued to wave until he was out of (y/n)s sight. Gil followed them out and closed the door behind him. “You are so smitten” Gil laughed, very much enjoying the way Harry’s face lit up.

“No-no I’m nae” Harry stuttered, pulling out of Uma’s grasp and stomping ahead of them “Yer out a yer mind Gil” Uma and Gil shared another look.

“He’ll realize it at some point, I give it another month or two” Uma mumbled, smirking as Gil patted his pocket where his wallet was.

“Three, twenty bucks” Uma nodded and the two shook hands to seal their bet, jogging forward to catch up with their flustered friend.

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Jane sat against the wall of mirrors, watching you move about the almost empty room as you practiced your part from the duet Esméralda had assigned you. Jane wasn’t all that knowledgeable in the world of dance but it wasn’t hard to see you were struggling, not in the way of movement but in the way of conveying emotion in your dance.

It almost seemed….stale, if anything, the dance was supposed to convey two people falling in love, but Jane; as far as she knew, knew you had never fallen in love so it would be hard to convey that exact emotion. You had really only known platonic and familial love.

You stopped, collapsing to your knees as you heaved for breath, sweat dripping off your brow. Jane furrowed her brows in concern and stood, grabbing your water bottle and walking over to you, she kneeled beside you and handed you the bottle, staring at you as you greedily downed the water. “Are you okay?” Jane asked, mentally wincing as it was obvious that you weren’t.

You gasped as you finally took the bottle away from your lips, shaking your head “I just-I just can't seem to get this right, Esméralda says if I can't find the emotions I need to convey in this duet then she’ll replace me and-and”  you sighed, letting your head fall between your shoulders. “I can't let them down” Jane furrowed her brows.

“Let who down?” Jane asked, unsure of who you were talking about, as far as she knew your parents didn’t really pressure you about your dancing, they were wholly supportive and understanding through every bit of your journey through dance.

“…I don’t know” you whispered, curling up and resting your chin on your knees. “My parents? Me? Grandpa? Esméralda? I’m not sure…but I feel like if I don’t get this right, I’ll be letting someone down” Jane rubbed your back, unsure of how to comfort you. You stood after a few moments and walked over to the stereo. “One last time, okay? Then I’ll be done for the day”

“Okay,” Jane mumbled, going to sit back down against the wall, starting up the camera on your phone to record you one last time at your request so you could see any mistakes you made.

You stood in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as the music began.

And you danced.

-end of part 3-

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Harry let out a slow breath as he stared into the void in his history class, it had been a full week since he started the dance classes, and almost every day Bert mentioned putting him into a higher experienced class due to his flexibility and the fact that Harry was already a good dancer. But again, Harry wasn’t into the dance class that much, he liked dancing, it's just he didn't like being forced to dance.

His counselor had tried to ask about his first week but Harry was stubborn as usual, even glaring at her during it. She had sighed and rubbed her nose “I can't help you if you don’t open up to me Mr. Hook” Harry had only glared again, he didn’t want or need her help, yeah, he was a little fucked up in the head but if he wanted therapy or a consular, he would get it, not something FG forced on him.

After history finally ended, Harry grabbed his backpack and walked out of the room, sighing in relief as he realized he only had one class left, and it was his favorite, history of sailors and the seven seas. It talked all about pirates and sailors, particularly one of his favorite pirates, Jack Sparrow. One of the few pirates that had escaped isle imprisonment, due to him being pardoned of his crimes after it was discovered that his branding of a pirate had been connected to his freeing of hundreds of slaves.

Harry froze as a now very familiar face stepped into the hall he was walking in, she was looking down at her book, her black backpack hanging off her shoulder, bringing her denim jacket down with it off her shoulder, revealing her gray t-shirt. She suddenly looked up, her sparking (e/c) eyes once again locking with his.

Harry felt the butterflies flood his body again and he ducked into the next hall, away from his class, and pressed himself against the wall, sliding down as he closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands ‘what am I doing?’ he thought, gritting his teeth ‘hiding from a pretty girl? What the hell?’

“Are you hiding from me?” Harry jumped and slammed his head against the locker behind him, looking up to see the girl, who had covered her mouth in shock from Harry's sudden motion “Are you okay?”

“Me? Hiding? No-no I don’- I don’t hide” Harry laughed off his embarrassment, standing from the floor and rubbing the back of his head, wincing slightly “I don’ hide from anyone” the girl smirked and rose her brow as she tilted her head.

“I looked up and as soon as I made eye contact you leaped behind the wall, and then stayed there until I came around the corner, I think that classifies as hiding.” Harry pouted at her, his heart going crazy as she laughed. “Now why would you hide from me? Im, not my brother mind you” Harry rose his brow at that.

“Who’s yer brother?” Harry asked, smirking as she made a sour face.

“Chad” Harry grimaced, relaxing a bit as she laughed again.

“I’m so sorry” her eyes widened a bit and she laughed even harder.

“I accept your condolences, he’s not a fun person to be related to, it took me a month to convince half the school that Chad and I are very different even though we're twins” Harry looked at her up at down, she didn’t look like Chad? “I know, fraternal twins though”

Harry hummed, nodding along, he remembered a couple of sets of twins on the isle, and even when they were “identical” twins, they didn’t look exactly like each other sometimes. “You’re Harry Hook, right?” Harry nodded again, ignoring the flutter of his heart as she said his name “I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming” (y/n) held out her hand, giving Harry a warm smile.

“Dinne think yeh would even say hi ta me, considering wha’ yer brother has probably told yeh ‘bout meh” he took her hand, stilling for a moment as he felt a small shock ran up his arm and through his body. Shit what the hell was going on with him!?

“Well,” (y/n) laughed, once again sending butterflies through his gut “after almost 18 years of dealing with his dumbass, I've learned to not trust his word, if he says you’re a ‘filthy pirate’ then you aren’t all that bad” Harry smirked and shook his head, not seeing (y/n) freeze for a moment and stare at his lips.

“Yer somethin’ else I’ll tell yeh tha’” he laughed, biting the inside of his cheek as (y/n) looked away from him and fixed her backpack strap. “What’s yer next class?”

“Um-“ (y/n) started, pursing her lips a bit as she thought “Oh! History of sailors and the seven seas!” Harry couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips.

“Same ‘ere, shall I escort yeh yer highness?” (y/n) gave him a look, then smiled.

“You may” (y/n) laughed, taking his arm as he offered it and they chatted quietly as Harry walked them both to class.

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Harry threw his pencil on his table as he finished his English homework, leaning back in his chair and sighing. “Hey, Harry?” Uma started, looking up from her magic homework (a new class that FG had made for the magic endowed vks that needed to learn how to control their magic safely)  “You made goody-goody with Chad's sister right?” Harry looked over his shoulder to her, raising his brow.

“Aye? Why?” a devious look overcame Uma’s face, and Harry sat up “Uma” Harry started, a warning tone to his voice, they had just gotten to Auradon two months ago, at the start of the school year, and he loved Uma with all his heart but if she was trying to plan to overtake Auradon by using (y/n) he would have to put his foot down (which he didn’t know why he would defend the girl so eagerly, even turning against his oldest friend like that)Auradon was a lot nicer than they thought and he’d rather not lose the comfy bed and fresh food he had just gotten.

“Oh chill!” Uma scoffed, waving her hand and rolling her eyes “I’m not planning any takeovers or whatever, I wanted to know if she gets along with her brother or not” Harry mentally sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair again.

“Um, no, I said sorry to her that she was his sister and she accepted my condolences, called him a dumbass too” Uma smirked again, a glint in her eye…he knew that glint, it was the glint of pranks “Oh! Do yeh want me ta-“

“Yes,” Uma interrupted him, rubbing her arms together as he saw a plan forming in her mind “ask her if she wants to help us prank Chad, fucker decided to ‘accidentally” Uma used finger quotes “spill grape juice all over my new jacket, and we all know that shit stains, didn’t even apologize either” Harry grit his teeth. Chad, one of the very few teens at Auradon prep that still harassed the vks, he was a bully and a thief, something Harry could respect on the isle but even on the isle you didn’t bully Uma without getting Harry’s hook to your face.

“I’ll ask ‘er when next time I see ‘er, we don’ have a lot of classes together, and her dance class ends after mine” Uma smirked at that, leaning into her hand.

“How are those going by the way?” Harry just let out a raspberry, and Uma fell back on Gil’s bed, laughing away.

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The next day, after Harry's dance class, he waited outside (y/n)s room, standing awkwardly and out of place as others passed by him, some looking at him oddly while others ignored him or simply glanced at him.

There were one or two flirtatious looks but Harry ignored those, continuing to wait for (y/n). about fifteen minutes of waiting, the class finally ended, and as (y/n)s fellow dancers exited the room, many of them stared at him, whispering amongst themselves for a moment before one turned to him. “(y/n)s talking to Esmerelda, she’ll be in there for a moment” She had a strong French accent and Harry nodded in thanks, the group finally moving on as the girl who had spoken up pushed them away from the room.

After a couple more moments of waiting Harry got impatient, walking up to the door and peeking in, seeing (y/n) standing in front of Esmerelda, looking down at her feet “(y/n) your posture is perfect, your leg is always perfectly straight during the Penché, everything you do during practice is perfect but…there's just no…passion (y/n), where is it? You are only doing the steps, you aren’t feeling the music, where is the love, the sorrow, the yearning? This is a dance to convey two people falling in love (y/n), and I don’t see any of it coming from you” Harry felt his chest hurt as Esmerelda sighed, looking away from (y/n) who stayed silent. “(y/n) if you can't find the passion I need for the piece…I’m going to have to switch you out, I’m sorry” (y/n) looked up at that, and Harry couldn’t see her face but he could tell there were tears in her eyes “You are one of my best dancers (y/n), but without passion, you are doing nothing but following the steps.” (y/n) nodded slowly. Esmerelda smiled and took her chin “You just have to find your spark again, I know you can do it…I’ll see you tomorrow” (y/n) nodded again, turning to grab her bag.

Harry ducked out of the doorframe and went back to lean against the wall, looking down at his converse as he waited for (y/n). “Harry?” he looked up, (y/n) walking toward him from the door and tilting her head “What are you doing here?”

Harry smirked, it turning to a smile as (y/n) smiled back. Good, that meant she wasn’t super down from her talk with Esmerelda. “I was wonderin’ if yeh wanted ta help Uma n’ I prank Chad~” Harry had hardly finished his sentence before (y/n) grinned, stepping even close to him.

“Hell yes!” Harry shared her grin and offered his arm again, walking her out of the building and back to the dorms to Uma’s room, where Uma would tell them her plan.

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Two days later, Chad’s hair was puke green. And he didn’t suspect a damn thing, even as (y/n) held her laughter as she stood next to him, sharing a sly thumbs up with Harry and Uma as they cackled at him.

“You’re definitely cut from a different fabric princess” Uma chuckled, Harry moving to the side of the bench he and Uma were sitting on as you walked over to them when Chad bolted off screaming after realizing his hair was green (for someone who stared at himself almost all day it took him a while to notice his hair) (y/n) grinned in thanks and plopped down next to Harry, not noticing Uma’s smirk as Harry scooted closer to (y/n).

“I’ll take that as a compliment” (y/n) laughed, leaning against the table and looking towards the door “How long do you think it’ll be before Chad suspects us?”

“Three days” Gil decided, suddenly appearing and sitting down next to Uma. And as usual, holding a bowl of grapes “I give it three days”

(y/n) hummed at that, tapping her fingers on the table “Well Chad is smart,” (y/n) laughed a bit at Uma and Harry's look of ‘really?!’ “I know shocking…well less smart more cunning, but I say he’ll either figure it out by the end of the day or he’ll bolt up in the middle of the night and then figure it out, can't say which or when, but it’s one of those”

“By the way,” Gil interrupted (y/n), pointing his finger right at her “who are you?” Gil had been out of the room every time (y/n) came over to Uma or Harry and Gil's room to plan for the plank, so oddly enough he had yet to meet (y/n) before today.

“Gil!” Harry hissed through his teeth, Uma smirking once more at his reaction. (y/n) laughed and held out her hand.

“I’m (y/n), (y/n) Charming, Chad’s sister” Gil took her hand and shook it, giving her a sympathetic look.

“I’m so sorry” (y/n) laughed again, unknowingly sending a flurry of butterflies through Harry again.

“Harry said the same thing a couple days ago, I accept your condolences” Gil released (y/n)s hand and went back to his grapes as Uma intertwined her hands and looked at (y/n)

“So you and Harry go to the same dance school, right? Do you ever dance together?” Harry felt his cheeks turn red at the question and he pouted at Uma, not really wanting to bring up the topic of the classes he hated so much.

“I guess? Different classes but same building, I’m a ballet dancer, been one since I was a kid. Harry, I think is still in the beginner class but Harry?” He glanced at (y/n) with a raised bro and a hum “You said Bert’s thinking of upgrading your placement?” Harry huffed and leaned on his hand.

“Aye, somethin’ bout me being a higher level than beginner, I dinne kae I din’ listen more than tha’” both Uma and (y/n) hummed at that. “I din’ even wan’ ta do the damn classes in the first place so I don’t see why I should level up or whatever” Harry grumbled, pouting at nothing.

Uma forced the grin off her face. Harry, ever since he had made friends with (y/n), started to be more…enthusiastic when going to the studio, no longer dragging his feet. And after the first time he picked up (y/n) from her class he did it the next day, and the next. Uma knew Harry and she knew he was catching feelings for the princess, even if he himself didn’t realize it yet.

Harry had only known the princess for about a month now, but Uma could tell when Harry liked someone, and he really-really liked (y/n), he wouldn’t admit it until he knew what words to connect his feelings yet but, Uma could wait.

Now, Uma wouldn’t do anything to push Harry and (y/n) together yet, she didn’t know if (y/n) shared any feelings about Harry, but once Uma did find out? Oooh, it was going to be fun.

But for now? Uma watched (y/n) and Harry talk, smiling behind her hand at the sparkle within Harry's eye, she would sit and watch their relationship bloom.

-end of part 2-

part 2~ hope yall enjoyed and like (y/n) so far, and i do want to put a *sprinkle* of angst in this so it'll come with (y/n)s struggle to show feeling in her dance and maybe some Chad shenanigan's anyway~ yeah i think this will be a 10 part series at most, and im liking where its going atm.

anyway im gonna draw a blue ballgown now because i don't like any of the designs i found on google or Pinterest

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