Reinventing A History ~Closed~

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A quiet crack in the middle of the busiest street in Hogsmeade was all it took for anyone to notice a small, brunette girl appear out of nowhere, adjusting with difficulty a large black bag over her shoulder. Rosalie's eyes narrowed in irritation at the curvy-shaped luggage behind her; each time she took a step, the back of her milky white legs hit the item she was holding. Her dark eyes scanned the street for any sign of the one person she wanted to see at the moment, and it didn't take long to find him.

Jonnie was sitting patiently outside The Three Broomsticks, silently watching the people around him like always. Rose grinned unconsciously as she watched him: the way his dark hair glinted in the sun, his obviously readable expression as he found an eccentric witch or wizard, a friendly nod as people walked by, even his fingers drumming a quick beat on the bench beneath him. Nothing about Jonnie went unnoticed by Rosalie, and she knew that that particular fact didn't go unnoticed by him, either. They were too attuned to each other to be oblivious to even the smallest irritation or off mood. With anyone else, it might have annoyed her.

Rose moved quickly toward him then. She always tried her best to surprise him, but somehow her boyfriend always seemed to catch her presence before she was ready to be acknowledged. She knew this time would probably be no different. She felt the light breeze causing her dark hair to tickle her skin, leaving it longing for the touch of something more tangible and soothing. A small smile was already playing on Rosalie's full lips even before she made any sort of contact with Jonnie. She could hardly find it fair that she was happy all the time she was around him. Don't people need to be angry once in a while, too?

Rose's nonsensical train of thought petered away when she pulled the guitar from her back and set it down beside her friend, letting the beautiful instrument lean against his sturdy leg as she sat down on the other side of it. The black cloth cover partly obstructed her view of Jonnie, but she could only guess out of the corner her eye, because she kept staring straight ahead as she spoke. Rose's mouth was curved up into an uncontrollable smile, now, no matter how mysterious she was trying to be.

"Song for a galleon, Mister?"

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Rosalie's smile grew more than ever as Jonnie spoke blandly to her. He obviously had no idea who was actually sitting beside him; if he did, she would not be as far as two feet from him. That was her downfall. As much as she loved it, Jonnie's habit of keeping her stuck to his side didn't give her much leeway to surprise him.

Rose was still reveling in her defeat of his armor that she had no time to react. Before she knew what was happening, she was in his strong, warm embrace, the smell of him filling her senses like always before. He was a mix of his usual cologne and Jonnie himself, her favorite scent in the world. Nothing could top it.

Her dark eyes shifted to look at the man holding her, her full lips curving from a smile to a smirk in seconds when he spoke. Her small hand reached up to touch his cheek lightly as she shook her head in disbelief. Rosalie opened her mouth to answer, but instead of words, her breath disappeared from it instead.

Every kiss from Jonnie was different, yet so much the same. The electricity through their touches sparked every time, sharply, tenderly, never failing to excite Rose with the hope it brought. She had no idea who was watching the Slytherins together; she had no idea about anyone besides Jonnie. She finally sucked back in a breath. When the air reached her lungs and she grasped for her right mind, Rosalie turned her head and leaned away from him. She couldn't let him distract her so easily.

"Weird folk do run these streets," Rose teased him. Her soft fingers played at the hem of his shirt as she spoke. "Like you, kissing random guys who want you to sing for them." Her dark hair blew over her eyes and she shook it away, trying to keep contact with Jonnie's deep ones.

"You should have waited. I'm sure your girl wouldn't have taken much longer, and she's probably ten times more beautiful than I am. Sadly enough, however, you are now stuck with me." Rose shrugged her small shoulders, her eyes flashing with amusement at her rare victory.

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For once, Rosalie was speechless. Shoppers and travelers stared as they passed; a small child ran into Rose's leg, almost tipping her over, yet her full lips stayed curiously closed. Her dark eyes never strayed from the man on his knee in front of her, his eyes full of hope and his face of apprehension. She curiously wondered to herself why that particular emotion was on his face. Did Jonnie think she would reject him? Rosalie almost snorted in laughter at the thought, but her mouth still didn't want to move.

Of all the dreams of what he would have done, this proposal had never come to her mind. Rose had imagined them on a beach, the soft, salty wind blowing in her hair. She'd imagined a field, floral smells staining the air. She'd imagined a trip to the mountains, sitting by the fire as the snow fell outside, though not able to chill their warm feelings. In the sky, perhaps. On a cliff, on top of the world. That was how she felt when with him, after all.

The longer she was quiet, however, the easier it became for Rosalie to realize those proposals would not be Jonnie. This was. Unpredictable, a moment of happiness and spontaneity. She could feel her numb lips starting to move, her trembling hands grip tighter to whatever they were holding; she wasn't able to tell at the moment. Rosalie's beautiful face ended up in a smile as her gaze was drawn to the ring in Jonnie's hands. She was positive she couldn't have picked one better herself. Its shine matched the spark in her eyes, the way her face glittered joyfully in the morning sun, the way it warmed her fingertips as she touched the cold metal.

How could Rosalie tell Jonnie how she felt? How she'd been waiting for this moment ever since they'd met? She wanted him to know that she loved him more than her life, more than everyone else she cared for combined. Now, she could be his, and call herself his without the misconception of girls glancing in his direction. Never again would she have to sit and wonder if he felt as strongly as she did.

Her eyes were moist, but Rosalie wouldn't cry; she never did. Instead, she crouched down to Jonnie's level and brushed her thumb across the hand holding the gorgeous ring. Her eyes melted into his brown ones, burning with emotion and promises. Rose came up with only one way to tell him how she felt.

"Yes."