Queen (Harry Hook x Reader~Descendants~)

Chapter 31

When you returned back to your room, you were slightly surprised to see Harry laying on the bed, waiting for you. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Hook." You smirked and stole his hat from atop his head. "What makes you think you can just let yourself in?"

"Captain's quarters, princess. If I don't deserve to be here, no one does." He lifted his hook and swiftly knocked the tiara off your head and into his hand.

"Thought you were first mate, not captain." You put his hat on and sat in his lap.

He took it back and placed it upon his head before tossing your crown gently under the bed and pinning you down against the mattress. "Watch your mouth Hearts." He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "You never know when it'll get you punished."

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BANG BANG BANG. 

You were awoken to a loud knock at your door. You groaned and rolled over in your bed, feeling the heat of someone else's body next to you. You opened your eyes and looked at Harry, whom was peacefully sleeping next to you. 

BANG BANG BANG. 

You went to sit up, but felt a strong arm wrap around your waist and keep you close. 

BANG BANG BANG.

"Who is it!" You yelled, angry that someone would interrupt such a warm moment. 

"It's me." Ginny's voice was heard from the other side of the door. "And...the weird fuckwit from back home."

"You can come in, Randy can't!" You told her, immediately guessing who she was talking about. Ginny swung the door open, with Randy walking in behind her. She widened her eyes when she noticed Harry next to you.

"You sure you don't want me to come back later?"

"Later is past breakfast," Randy huffed, "Y/N you need to get the fuck up and help make breakfast."

"It's not that hard, if you're that desperate I'm sure someone would help you make something." You claimed.

"Everyone else is sleeping or throwing up!" Randy exclaimed. "I want my breakfast now! And I refuse to make it myself."

"Then you'll starve." You rolled your eyes at him and looked at Ginny, sitting up ever so slightly. "How you feeling?"

"Fine, you know I'm not exactly one for hangovers." She shrugged. "Freakface was just insistent that I take him to see everyone in charge of food."

"Can't you just do this one thing?" Randy asked desperately.

"Don't expect me to do anything for you, you're one of the most borderline rape-y people I've ever met. Now get out of my room." You demanded, remembering what happened last night.

"It's not your room." He argued. "And Tremaine's a boy, we all know you can't be rape-y towards a boy."

"Get the fuck out of here before I take this," you picked up Harry's hook off the nightstand, "and ram it down your throat."

"Wow." Randy held his hands up defensively. "Okay, bitch." He mumbled before walking away. 

"I'm guessing I've missed something." Ginny said.

"Yeah, before everyone went to bed last night-" You started to tell the story, but she cut you off.

"I'll ask Anthony, I think you need to focus on your neck." She giggled before leaving, closing the door behind herself.

Your furrowed your eyebrows at her comment before lifting the hook up to your neck, inspecting your reflection in it. You caught a glimpse of a large, red mark. "Shit." You muttered.