Rogue Streak
Chapter 3:
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
"It looks like you're one of Hogwarts Most Eligible Bachelors now! Or," she added, "one of the slimiest!" She turned and ran to catch up to the others, frightened by the look on Malfoy's face. There was intense hatred- that she could understand-but, under that, was longing and hurt. Rogue had insulted him millions of times by now, so why was he taking offense this time?
Malfoy stared after her as she ran. Why was he feeling like this?
Because you like her. You have ever since you met her, remember?
He stared at the ground. Yes, he remembered...
He walked into his first Potions lesson. He looked at the gathered Gryffindors and sneered. Pathetic. Then he saw her. Her hair was pulled back, revealing a dainty face with wide, chocolate brown eyes and full lips just begging to be kissed. She looked out of place, not sure of where to go. Her eyes darted here and there, but when they alighted on him, he was shocked. This beautiful Gryffindor girl would like him? Then she waved, and as Malfoy raised his arm to return the wave, he heard "Hey Harry! Ron! Hermione! Over here!" He slowly lowered his arm and watched as they took seats across the room, talking excitedly. He glanced over, and felt a pang of jealously as she laughed at Harry. She would never be interested in Draco that was for sure.
He turned and walked up to the castle, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He sat dejectedly in his seat at the Slytherin table. He couldn't get her out of his head. Why was he mooning over a stupid Gryffindor? So deep in his own thoughts, he didn't notice that the feast was over, and a hush filled the Hall as Dumbledore stood.
"The beginning for some, the end for others," he said. "This year is special for everyone here. Tonight, I would like to make it even better." At this, Draco looked up. Dumbledore met his eyes for a second, and continued. "This year, at Hogwarts, I am proud to announce the beginning of Inter-House classes! Yes, there have been Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw paired before, or Slytherin and Gryffindor, but this year we will add to that. You will be split among your year into two groups, and each group will meet with three other groups from different Houses. There will be one group representing each House. The curriculum will be the same, but we hope to encourage a sense of inter-House friendship. Now, as a final thought, let us sing the school song, so long held dormant!" Again, as in his first year, Draco saw the looks of disgust on the teachers' faces as the school began to sing.
As the Hall emptied, he contemplated this new development. That meant that he might not have to deal with Potty and the Weasel! Or, he might not be able to see Rogue...
Millicent called him out of his reverie. "What do you think about this, Draco?" There was only one thing she could mean.
"Might have to have class with slimy Mudbloods," he replied, careful not to reveal his true feelings. "Might get stuck with Pansy."
"What's so wrong with that?" Millicent asked. "I thought you two were together."
"Not anymore, thank Merlin." Draco smirked. That was a good insult of Rogue's.
He arrived at the common room and went up to his room. AS he closed his eyes, Rogue's face floated into his mind. Why do I like her?
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to http://hometown.aol.com/crazydreampixie/page10.html
Chapter 3:
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
"It looks like you're one of Hogwarts Most Eligible Bachelors now! Or," she added, "one of the slimiest!" She turned and ran to catch up to the others, frightened by the look on Malfoy's face. There was intense hatred- that she could understand-but, under that, was longing and hurt. Rogue had insulted him millions of times by now, so why was he taking offense this time?
Malfoy stared after her as she ran. Why was he feeling like this?
Because you like her. You have ever since you met her, remember?
He stared at the ground. Yes, he remembered...
He walked into his first Potions lesson. He looked at the gathered Gryffindors and sneered. Pathetic. Then he saw her. Her hair was pulled back, revealing a dainty face with wide, chocolate brown eyes and full lips just begging to be kissed. She looked out of place, not sure of where to go. Her eyes darted here and there, but when they alighted on him, he was shocked. This beautiful Gryffindor girl would like him? Then she waved, and as Malfoy raised his arm to return the wave, he heard "Hey Harry! Ron! Hermione! Over here!" He slowly lowered his arm and watched as they took seats across the room, talking excitedly. He glanced over, and felt a pang of jealously as she laughed at Harry. She would never be interested in Draco that was for sure.
He turned and walked up to the castle, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He sat dejectedly in his seat at the Slytherin table. He couldn't get her out of his head. Why was he mooning over a stupid Gryffindor? So deep in his own thoughts, he didn't notice that the feast was over, and a hush filled the Hall as Dumbledore stood.
"The beginning for some, the end for others," he said. "This year is special for everyone here. Tonight, I would like to make it even better." At this, Draco looked up. Dumbledore met his eyes for a second, and continued. "This year, at Hogwarts, I am proud to announce the beginning of Inter-House classes! Yes, there have been Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw paired before, or Slytherin and Gryffindor, but this year we will add to that. You will be split among your year into two groups, and each group will meet with three other groups from different Houses. There will be one group representing each House. The curriculum will be the same, but we hope to encourage a sense of inter-House friendship. Now, as a final thought, let us sing the school song, so long held dormant!" Again, as in his first year, Draco saw the looks of disgust on the teachers' faces as the school began to sing.
As the Hall emptied, he contemplated this new development. That meant that he might not have to deal with Potty and the Weasel! Or, he might not be able to see Rogue...
Millicent called him out of his reverie. "What do you think about this, Draco?" There was only one thing she could mean.
"Might have to have class with slimy Mudbloods," he replied, careful not to reveal his true feelings. "Might get stuck with Pansy."
"What's so wrong with that?" Millicent asked. "I thought you two were together."
"Not anymore, thank Merlin." Draco smirked. That was a good insult of Rogue's.
He arrived at the common room and went up to his room. AS he closed his eyes, Rogue's face floated into his mind. Why do I like her?
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to http://hometown.aol.com/crazydreampixie/page10.html