Erased But Not Forgotten
Chapter 10
Midnight Snacks and the Moonlit Shore
Rose ran quickly up to her room, changing out of her dress and heels and into jeans and a silver camisole, with amazing speed, throwing an olive blazer over it. She quickly slipped on a pair of sandals and restrained her chestnut curls with a barrette. With a flicking of her wand, Rose's silver and aqua eye makeup turned plum and green, making her smoky eyes pop. As she heard the front door open, Rose pocketed her cell phone and her wand and opened her door, stepping out to lean against the railing of the balcony that overlooked her living room.
Hearing footsteps, she softly called out. "Harry?" She could see his eyes glint as they followed her voice.
"Rose?" he answered, somewhat confused, but there was no question of her identity in his voice. She treaded softly down the stairs (which is a fancy way of saying that she practically flew down the stairs without tripping and falling flat on her face), making as little noise as possible. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she jumped into Harry's arms, planting a kiss on his angelic lips.
"Harry, let's run away," she suggested as she pulled back, adrenaline pumping in her veins.
"What! Where? Why?" he asked breathless, taken aback by her question, his green eyes aglow from the unexpected kiss.
"Let's go to the beach, just for a few hours. I know I won't be able to sleep and…I want you to kiss me again," she replied, ecstasy shining in her eyes.
Harry smiled. "Ok, but let me change first."
She pouted for a moment "Fine." He gave her a quick kiss before going to change. As he walked down the hall to the stairs that led to the guy's room (undeniably watching him leave…), Rose realized how hungry she was. Dancing and kissing the night away really works up an appetite.
Heading for the kitchen, she turned the corner and saw Liz and Hermione sleeping in the chairs, waiting for her to return. She bit back a shriek of surprise. Rose cautiously woke up first Liz then Hermione.
"What?" Hermione yawned.
"Go to bed, both of you," Rose instructed sternly, but she was given away by the glint of excitement in her eyes.
"How was your date?" Liz asked as she slowly stood up, stretching.
"Lots of fun, but the night isn't over!" she replied ecstatic. "So go to bed so I can tell you in the morning!" urging them and pushing them both towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Hermione inquired as she shuffled to her room, where Ron was probably already sleeping.
"To the beach…with Harry," Rose grinned.
"Rose, you hussy!" Liz joked and Rose giggled. "You better tell us all about it in the morning!" she threatened half-heartedly, suppressing a yawn.
"Of course!" Rose retorted, waiting for the click of their doorknobs before continuing to the kitchen to scavenge for food.
Harry came into the family room a minute later, changed out of his dress clothes and into raggedy American Eagle jeans and a Hollister shirt. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Harry stopped dead in his tracks…and started laughing.
Rose was rocking out to her own tune, dancing quietly around the kitchen, a stream of devil's food cake cookies in her wake. Half of a cookie was in her left hand, her wand in her right and the other half of the cookie in her mouth. She was halfway through a back-attitude pirouette, when she heard Harry laugh. She tried to stop spinning and only managed to fall rather ungracefully to the ground, the cookies falling until they were an inch above the ground. She looked up at Harry from her spot on the floor, swallowed, and burst out laughing.
It took Harry and Rose five minutes before they could look each other in the eye without laughing. Harry helped himself to one of the numerous cookies.
"Wow! That was embarrassing!" Rose concluded, still grinning, before taking another bite out of her cookie.
"What was that?" Harry asked incredulously, still stuck on the fact that in the past year Rose had never danced in the kitchen conducting cookies.
"Me, hyped-up on adrenaline and the need for chocolate," Rose replied, causing them both to burst out laughing again.
"Ready to go?" Harry inquired, and her eyes lit up. A small seductive smile came across her face and he pulled her into his arms. Just before they apparated, Rose grabbed another cookie and grinned wryly.
With a crack, they arrived on a warm beach, the moon above making the waves glitter as they came crashing on the shore. Wordlessly, Rose and Harry started walking down the beach. Rose nibbled on her cookie, managing to both entrance Harry with her seductive eating habits and annoy him for how long it took her to finish it.
"Good God, if you eat that cookie any slower, I'll eat it for you!" he finally exploded, making her smile. She took a bite with painstaking meticulousness, intentionally pushing Harry's buttons. "That's it!" he said, and he lunged for her. Rose shrieked and ran down the beach, Harry chasing her, both of them grinning foolishly.
'Bloody hell, she's fast!' Harry thought as he ran after her, but within minutes he caught her around the waist, making her sit on top of him. Rose shoved the last bite into her mouth and grinned wickedly…or as wickedly as you can grin with your mouth full of cookie.
"Hey Harry," she said, turning on his lap to face him, her mouth still full.
"What?" he replied, smiling at the goofy look on her face as she tried not to laugh.
"Train wreck!" she said, opening her mouth to show him the pre-chewed cookie. Harry burst out laughing.
"You're insane!" he laughed.
"Yeah, I know," she replied, finally swallowing the cookie. Harry just smiled. Rose looked at Harry, smiling too, and their eyes connected.
Harry and Rose both leaned in, hearts racing. Just as their lips were about to meet, a waved crashed on the shore…right on top of them. As the water receded, Rose and Harry started laughing.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe that just happened!" she exclaimed, laughing, as she stood up to escape another wave. They began walking down the beach, wringing out their clothes. Rose left her drenched blazer to dry on a rock before continuing down the beach, grateful for the warm summer air.
"I'm sorry," Rose said after a minute.
"For what?" Harry inquired as she stooped to pick up a shell that had been washed up on shore.
"For being hissy with you. It was wrong for me to judge you before I got to know you," she answered.
"Oh," Harry had a brief lapse of memory before recalling her curt attitude with him before the date, "why were you acting like that?"
"Oh, I don't know," she waved her hands in exasperation. "Ever since I moved I seem to be surrounded by preppy people who only care about themselves and how people think of them. Being Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Defeater of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I kind of assumed that you'd just be another jock who's so full of himself that he can't…" she trailed off. "Never mind. I was wrong. And I acted like a jerk."
Harry stopped and looked at her inquisitively. "So should I say 'thanks' sincerely or sarcastically?" Rose grinned wryly.
"I never thought I'd like being wrong, but you change the circumstances now, don't you?" she stated defensively.
"I seem to in most cases," he replied grinning. Rose smiled and turned toward the ocean. The moon hung above their heads, making the waves glitter like silver jewelry scattered among azure fabric.
They stopped walking and sat on the sand facing the sea. "It's so versatile. Frightening and welcoming, unpredictable yet calm. It holds true power that shines through pretenses. It can shatter the soul and heal the heart. It makes you want to sing," Rose muttered in awe as Harry sat behind her, longing to hold her in his arms again. "It's so beautiful."
"As are you, dear flower," Harry whispered in her ear. She smiled, feeling his warm breath brush pleasantly over her skin. She turned her head ever so slightly and their eyes met. His emerald eyes glittered in the silver light, the moon mirrored in her smoky green irises. He returned the smile before lying back to look at the stars. Rose laid down next to him on her side so she could look at Harry's face as he slowly closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the waves.
Rose reached up and ran a finger down from his temple to his jawbone, moving a lock of his raven hair, relishing the feel of his silky skin. She stopped to see if he would protest, but his only response was a small content smile, nudging her to go on. Her index finger followed his jawbone, stopping at his chin, before moving back up to tuck a stray bit of the silky jet behind his ear. He opened his eyes slowly, praising the angel in the moonlight that was his Briar Rose.
She would have kept teasing, but Harry was reaching his breaking point. He sat up slightly, meeting her lips with a warm welcome. She responded, at first surprised and then more eagerly, with unknown familiarity. She wanted more. His tongue was at her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She granted it willingly and she was met with an explosion of flavor. It was a sweet taste, tinted with a minty undertone but was, in depth, completely Harry. It was a feeling, a taste, a freedom, that she'd never felt before, yet at the same time was like a long-lost and not quite forgotten memory.
He moaned as she reacted perfectly, just as before, making him feel whole yet still yearning for more. Her fingers went through his ebony hair as she rolled on top of him, an extremely sensual motion, making him moan a bit louder. He couldn't believe how much he'd missed simple things like kissing Rose on a day to day basis. Harry's hands found their way down around her waist, pulling her closer so she was lying right on top of him.
Pulling back, Rose finally broke the kiss and sat up, straddling Harry's hips. Harry whimpered before noticing the certain position they were in.
"You know, I feel like I'm taking advantage of you when I sit on you like this," Rose pointed out, smirking cutely.
"Ah, you are, but technically its call seduction," Harry replied, grinning in the moonlight. Rose laughed before scooting forward slightly and leaning forward, moving her hands up his chest before diving back into his silky hair, as dark as the night sky above them, allowing herself to get lost in his kiss.
Harry's hands traveled up from her waist up to the evil little thing called a barrette that was holding back her chestnut curls. With a quick snap, he released her tresses, leaving them to fall over her pale shoulders, taking a curl to twirl around his finger.
Playing with her hair, Harry noticed a red mark on her forehead, covered by her bangs.
"Rose, what's this?" he inquired.
"Oh, yeah…my mother jinxed me and I burnt myself trying to curl my hair." Harry laughed before pulling her back into the fervent kissing.
Rose suddenly broke their passionate lip-lock to leave a trail of feather-light kisses down his neck to his collarbone, making him inhale sharply. She grinned as she made her way back up. As she kissed the hollow behind his ear, Harry gasped before rolling over, placing Rose beneath him.
"No way," she said in response to this sudden change of position, grinning. But Rose made no attempt to return to dominance.
His lips danced down her neck, brushing along her soft skin. Harry paused and looked up at her as he kissed his way down along her collarbone. Rose smiled with pleasure and pulled his lips back up to hers.
Her hands took on a mind of their own, sliding up under his shirt, running lovingly over the rippling muscles of his back. Her fingers delicately slipped his t-shirt up, waiting to pull it over his head. Harry, reacting to her gesture, lifted his head to look into her smoky eyes that were positively glowing with anticipation.
"Wait," he said, his breathing ragged, voice low, sending a shiver down Rose's spine. He tried again. "Rose, are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his own hands running under her thin cami, brushing from her belt up to the lowest of her ribs and back down again, fingers lingering over her soft skin, drawing delicate designs on her waist.
This made Rose stop and look up at him before laughing out loud. "Harry, I'm not going to have sex with you after the first date!" she grinned wryly. Harry let out a small sigh of relief. A couple of months after they'd started dating, he and Rose had agreed not to have sex till after they were married, though they often teased with the decision, but with Rose's memory gone, this didn't seem like right moment that they'd agreed to wait for.
"I just want to get this bloody shirt off you," she added quietly, smirking mischievously, reverting to the British accent she'd acquired at Hogwarts, renewing Harry's grin as she pulled the damp shirt over his head and flung it aside. Rose grabbed his neck and pulled him close, kissing him passionately before allowing him dominance again.
Later, as the moon got steadily closer to the horizon, Harry and Rose both lied contently on the beach, facing the oceans' waves as they serenely crashed on the shore. Rose had her head on Harry's chest, listening to his heartbeat as his breathing grew slow and even. She could feel him fall asleep underneath her and she grinned, bringing forth a radiant smile of satisfaction.
Looking up at him, her smile broadened. His fair skin shined in the moonlight and cast his dark hair into shadow, falling gracefully over his brow. Rose itched to kiss his heavenly face and run her fingers through that raven hair again. She could feel the steady beating of his heart as she softly dragged a finger across the hollow in the middle of his perfect chest before lightly, and ever so sweetly, kissing his heart.
The sudden rise of his chest, where her lips still rested, signified Harry's return to consciousness. She felt his heart thump harder against his ribcage as he sat up slightly and inclining his head to look at her. Rose smiled up at him before giving his lips the same pleasure as she had just given his heart.
"I love you," Harry whispered when they broke apart sweetly.
"I know," Rose replied before kissing him tenderly, falling asleep to the settle lullaby of their hearts beating as one.
Harry woke up the next morning, feeling slightly stiff, before he realized that he'd fallen asleep on cold sand.
'Shoot, we stayed out all night. Jul isn't going to be pleased if he finds out about this…shoot,' he thought before opening his eyes.
It wasn't till he tried to sit up that he noticed that Rose was still lying on his chest, her ear to his heart, hand on his shoulder. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down to see her smiling in her sleep, her chestnut hair still curly with magic, chest rising and falling in sync with his.
Harry smiled, tucking a curl behind her ear, stroking her cheek. A moment later, her eyes fluttered open and those amber sunflowers turned up to look at Harry. She reached up to rub her eyes before smiling radiantly up at Harry.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," said Harry, smiling a knee-weakening grin.
"Good morning," she replied sleepily. As she gazed up at him, she suddenly got an inquisitive expression. "You're not wearing a shirt."
"I know," he said, "That would be mostly your fault. Remember?"
She got a dreamy look in her eye before smiling. "Yeah," she answered lazily. She giggled at the memory.
"Come up here," Harry softly commanded, still grinning.
"Why?" Rose inquired.
"So I can kiss you."
"No, you come down here," she replied coyly.
"But I'm your pillow; you come up here," he retorted, trying to make a point. It didn't work.
"Point? You come down here!"
"Up!" he argued playfully.
"Down!" she replied grinning.
"Up!"
"Make me!" she challenged.
"Fine, I will!" Harry retorted, whereupon he lifted her up so she was lying on top of him completely, at eye-level with him. A smirk spread across his face before he leaned in and kissed her thoroughly.
"Hmm, I win," Rose said quietly when he pulled back.
"How do you win?" Harry asked curiously.
"Because I'm on top. I win," she replied simply. So Harry rolled over so he was on top.
"Now do I win?" he inquired, grinning.
"No. I win."
"Well, how do I win?"
"You don't. I win!"
"What's this game called anyway?" he asked in an adorably frustrated way.
"I Win!" she replied, grinning like an evil jenyus. Harry just laughed.
"That has to be the most adorable thing you ever done!" he laughed.
"I know." Rose grinned like a five-year-old...a very adorable five-year-old. "You wanna hear a secret?" she asked, her eyes aglow.
Harry smiled, "Sure."
She leaned in to whisper in his ear; "I win!" as she pushed him over on his side. This caused them both to burst out in hysterical fits of laughter.
Finally remembering how to breathe, Harry softly commented, "We should probably be getting back."
"Probably," Rose sighed wistfully. "If only, if only…" Harry slowly got up and pulled Rose to her feet, clapping her to his side. Harry craned his neck to give her a gentle kiss on the lips.
"You know, you might want to put on a shirt before we try to go back to the house," Rose pointed out, slightly grinning.
Harry grinned back at her. "Yeah, that might be a good idea." He grabbed his t-shirt as they walked back up the beach, retrieving Rose's blazer as well.
"You ready?" he inquired.
"Yeah, I guess," she replied, her arms sliding around his neck, pulling him closer.
"Here we go."
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idk how i thought of this but one nite i was eating devil foodcake cookies and it came to me. how'dya like my chocolate inspired chpt?