Harry and The Rose Part II
Rose pondered the name for a moment. Then, she touched her glossy auburn hair with a smile. "Because of the rose in my hair," she said softly. "Thank you." She leaned over and kissed Harry.
Harry blushed, and kissed her back. He could feel her breasts through his shirt. And he hadn't kissed a girl, since, wow! Since he'd slept with Cho! He'd forgotten how good it felt.
She broke away from him; Harry let her go, reluctantly. She pulled down her skirt, revealing nothing underneath. Rose leaned over and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants. Soon, they were together on the ground. Strangely, the ground didn't feel at all cold. It felt hot, almost burning.
He kissed her all over and she kissed back earnestly. As he ran his hands over her smooth curves, he wondered how he ever could've fallen for Hermione. Sure, she had brains, but she wasn't much good at anything else.
"Harry, I don't think we're ready to do that sort of thing," Hermione had said, when he asked her one night. "I, personally, want to get a good education and learning experience, and I can't do that when I'm stuck with a kid." He'd tried to explain to her that magic could fix that but she was Christian after all, and try and deal with them and their beliefs about abortion.
But now, he had Rose. Beautiful, soft Rose who could sate every one of his desires. And she was willing too. Her body was his body, and he explored it with a questing hand. She murmured and kissed him lovingly.
Once they were done, they both rose and dressed. "So, do you want to come up- er- to the castle, maybe?" Harry asked, buttoning the last button on his shirt.
Rose smiled at him adoringly. "Whatever you want, my love," she said, rubbing against him. She still had no shirt, and that could be a problem at Hogwarts. Somehow, Harry knew Snape wouldn't find a shirtless girl from the woods very appealing, the old goat.
"Well, you could, if only you got a shirt, somehow," Harry said, hugging her toward him.
She freed herself from his embrace and stepped into the trees. She returned with a plain blouse and slid it on over her head. "Better?" she asked, knowing what he thought was better.
Harry nodded. "Come on." He led her back to the castle and to the Gryffindor commons. One or two of the boys whistled appraisingly and Harry blushed. Rose just smiled, swaying to the beat of the soft music in the background.
Hermione came out of the girls tower at that moment and saw Harry and Rose together. She gaped for a moment, then turned away and went back up the stairs, nearly crashing into Ron who had been coming down as well.
Ron peered over Hermione's shoulder. "It's too late then," he said in a stage whisper. "He's already got a girl."
"Shaddup!" Hermione exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder. "Get lost!" Ron shrugged and went over to Harry.
Stepping past Rose, who was talking to some of the 5th years, he said softly to Harry, "You shoulda seen Hermione up there. She was, um, well, on fire!" he added as an afterthought.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione told you to say that. Tell her that whatever was between us was gone! Go on then, Ronnie," Ron blushed beet red then turned up to the girl's tower.
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On the nearly-empty astronamy deck, one could see the amazing stars since there were practically no lights as far as the eye could see. Harry sighed, reaching out his arm to touch Rose, who lay next to him. The whole day had been spent on showing off on his broomstick to Rose, running around in the Forbidden Forest with Rose, and doing anything else that was humanly possible with Rose.
No, there was no vacation day; Harry Potter had been cutting class.
He couldn't bear to be in a stuffy classroom for a minute, much less the whole day. I mean, why waste time supposedly learning? 7th years never learned anything in their last year, except how to stuff 1st years' heads down the toliet.
And now there was Rose. She was still amazing and still had no history. She couldn't remember anything about where she came from or even her real name. So she remained the Rose.
Hermione had found out how he was skipping class and sleeping with Rose. "Harry, how do you expect to pass your N.E.W.T.S. if you're always skipping class? I mean, really, have you even been to a Potions class in the last three weeks?"
Harry had given her a look back. "Hermione, thought we were over eachother now, anyway. What happened to that, hm? Are you just jealous that nobody will sleep with geeky Hermione Granger?"
She had given him a pleading look. She looked ready to get on her knees but he had turned her off when he walked away.
Life was good, so long as Rose was there.
Rose pondered the name for a moment. Then, she touched her glossy auburn hair with a smile. "Because of the rose in my hair," she said softly. "Thank you." She leaned over and kissed Harry.
Harry blushed, and kissed her back. He could feel her breasts through his shirt. And he hadn't kissed a girl, since, wow! Since he'd slept with Cho! He'd forgotten how good it felt.
She broke away from him; Harry let her go, reluctantly. She pulled down her skirt, revealing nothing underneath. Rose leaned over and unbuttoned his shirt and took off his pants. Soon, they were together on the ground. Strangely, the ground didn't feel at all cold. It felt hot, almost burning.
He kissed her all over and she kissed back earnestly. As he ran his hands over her smooth curves, he wondered how he ever could've fallen for Hermione. Sure, she had brains, but she wasn't much good at anything else.
"Harry, I don't think we're ready to do that sort of thing," Hermione had said, when he asked her one night. "I, personally, want to get a good education and learning experience, and I can't do that when I'm stuck with a kid." He'd tried to explain to her that magic could fix that but she was Christian after all, and try and deal with them and their beliefs about abortion.
But now, he had Rose. Beautiful, soft Rose who could sate every one of his desires. And she was willing too. Her body was his body, and he explored it with a questing hand. She murmured and kissed him lovingly.
Once they were done, they both rose and dressed. "So, do you want to come up- er- to the castle, maybe?" Harry asked, buttoning the last button on his shirt.
Rose smiled at him adoringly. "Whatever you want, my love," she said, rubbing against him. She still had no shirt, and that could be a problem at Hogwarts. Somehow, Harry knew Snape wouldn't find a shirtless girl from the woods very appealing, the old goat.
"Well, you could, if only you got a shirt, somehow," Harry said, hugging her toward him.
She freed herself from his embrace and stepped into the trees. She returned with a plain blouse and slid it on over her head. "Better?" she asked, knowing what he thought was better.
Harry nodded. "Come on." He led her back to the castle and to the Gryffindor commons. One or two of the boys whistled appraisingly and Harry blushed. Rose just smiled, swaying to the beat of the soft music in the background.
Hermione came out of the girls tower at that moment and saw Harry and Rose together. She gaped for a moment, then turned away and went back up the stairs, nearly crashing into Ron who had been coming down as well.
Ron peered over Hermione's shoulder. "It's too late then," he said in a stage whisper. "He's already got a girl."
"Shaddup!" Hermione exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder. "Get lost!" Ron shrugged and went over to Harry.
Stepping past Rose, who was talking to some of the 5th years, he said softly to Harry, "You shoulda seen Hermione up there. She was, um, well, on fire!" he added as an afterthought.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione told you to say that. Tell her that whatever was between us was gone! Go on then, Ronnie," Ron blushed beet red then turned up to the girl's tower.
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On the nearly-empty astronamy deck, one could see the amazing stars since there were practically no lights as far as the eye could see. Harry sighed, reaching out his arm to touch Rose, who lay next to him. The whole day had been spent on showing off on his broomstick to Rose, running around in the Forbidden Forest with Rose, and doing anything else that was humanly possible with Rose.
No, there was no vacation day; Harry Potter had been cutting class.
He couldn't bear to be in a stuffy classroom for a minute, much less the whole day. I mean, why waste time supposedly learning? 7th years never learned anything in their last year, except how to stuff 1st years' heads down the toliet.
And now there was Rose. She was still amazing and still had no history. She couldn't remember anything about where she came from or even her real name. So she remained the Rose.
Hermione had found out how he was skipping class and sleeping with Rose. "Harry, how do you expect to pass your N.E.W.T.S. if you're always skipping class? I mean, really, have you even been to a Potions class in the last three weeks?"
Harry had given her a look back. "Hermione, thought we were over eachother now, anyway. What happened to that, hm? Are you just jealous that nobody will sleep with geeky Hermione Granger?"
She had given him a pleading look. She looked ready to get on her knees but he had turned her off when he walked away.
Life was good, so long as Rose was there.