Drabble--Remember

[ficsbydeenas]

I got this drabble in my head a few days ago and had to put it on hold because of the May drabble challenge. This is a bit suggestive, but I am not saying that they did ANYTHING...they are teenagers fooling around. Think of seviet's picture of Harry and Ginny down by the lake when you read this.

Also, this is the first time I ever wrote anything in the second person and this is really not my strong suit. Please forgive any errors as they are all mine.

Remember

You sit on the grass with the sun beating on your back. And you remember.

Harry sits behind you, placing his arms around your shoulders and pulling you in towards him. You feel safe and secure there in his arms in a time that is neither of those things. The heat of his body calms your fears and soothes your thoughts. This is where you want to stay.

The wind lightly blows your hair to the side, sending a shiver up your spine. And you remember.

With one of his hands, he pulls your hair to the side so that it drapes over your left shoulder. He leans in and places his mouth on your exposed neck. Your back arches against the sensations he is causing with his open mouth, his lips and his tongue. Your breath catches in your chest. This is what you want to feel.

The soft fur of the bandy-legged Kneazle rubs your arms. And you remember.

His hands travel down your arms all the way to your fingertips. He laces his fingers with yours for a moment before sliding them back to your shoulders. Your heart speeds up and he puts his mouth on your shoulder. This is incredible.

The grass tickles your thighs in the breeze. And you remember.

He lays you down on the grass and leans over you, running his strong, lean hand up and down your thigh, closer to your uniform skirt, edging tentatively higher, daring you to stop him. This is the moment.

The scent of tulips fills you as you breathe. And you remember.

Harry moves his body down yours, caressing and kissing his way across your bare stomach. His hand dips where you've longed for him to touch you and you smell your desire for him. He himself breathes in your scent and you are not embarrassed. This is arousal.

The memories flood your mind and you relive how it felt to touch him, to smell him, to taste him, to hear your name on his lips and to see complete love and devotion in his eyes. Tears that you never wanted to shed fall down your cheeks as you recall the day he left and how you've felt every day since he's been gone. You know you must stop this.

But you don't want to forget.

You want to remember.