Rogue Streak
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
Draco 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?
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue followed Ginny into the Great Hall. As they loaded their plates with bacon and eggs, new course schedules were handed out. Rogue's face fell.
"What's wrong?" asked Ginny concernedly.
"These are the new schedules, the ones in House groups! And..." She looked down at her schedule, face turning to the pale color of porridge. "I'm with Malfoy."
Ginny looked scandalized. "They made a mistake. They had to have made a mistake, don't worry about it."
"There's no mistake," replied a glum Rogue. She was worried, but for an entirely different reason than Ginny thought. She had a crush on Draco, ever since she'd seen him. She was half ashamed of it. He was a Slytherin, and the sworn enemy of her best friends. Yet she couldn't help it; he was like forbidden fruit, completely drool worthy but unable to have. To get her mind off it, she checked her schedule to see who the rest of her classmates were. Well, we certainly aren't the brightest bunch, thought Rogue. There's Neville and myself, Lavender, and Parvati...but at least Harry will be with me so I'll have someone to partner up with.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall. Rogue passed over the new schedules wordlessly, waiting for their judgments.
"Oh no!" said Hermione. "Look at this! I'm stuck with Millicent Bulstrode, Crabbe, and Goyle! This is horrible!" She sank into her chair, still staring at her schedule.
"Well, it's not too bad, I guess," said Ron as he took his seat next to her. "At least we're together. And Seamus and Dean aren't that bad either. Don't worry about it Hermione." He put an arm around her shoulder and held her close. "It'll be fine." Noticing everyone's shocked looks, he quickly removed his arm and started to fill his plate, ears flushed red.
Harry said ruefully, "I guess I'm stuck with Rogue."
"And what doe that mean?" she smiled at him. With a playful punch, she rose. "I've got to go get my books. See you at lessons, Harry!" With that, she departed.
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Harry walked into the Transfiguration room and set his books on the table. He looked around. Ernie Macmillan was chatting with Hannah Abbott and Justin Finch-Fletcheley. Pansy Parkinson was seated near the back, sending looks of deepest loathing towards the door. Harry turned, and saw Draco Malfoy lounging against the doorframe, blocking Rogue's way. Harry quickly got up and made his way toward his friend.
"Move, Malfoy," he threatened. Malfoy sneered at him and turned his attention back to Rogue.
"Talk to you later, Rogue," he drawled, and held out his hand. Amazed, Rogue shook it, and clearly shocked, went to sit with Harry.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue came into the Great Hall. Ignoring the lunchtime food, she bent down next to Ginny's ear and whispered urgently. Ginny nodded her head a few times, then left the Hall.
Ron asked indignantly, "What's up with them? Are we not good enough to know what their talking about?" He speared his beef angrily. "First lesson was rubbish. I hate Snape, I do. And I swear, everything I know about Charms seemed to disappear when I went in there!" Apparently, Ron was not in a good mood.
Frankly, neither was Harry. Rogue had barely talked to him through all of double Transfiguration. She kept staring at her hand. Even when they were supposed to be turning cacti into shrubbery, she kept breaking off and staring down at her closed fist, so much that she got extra homework, even though she was normally very good at Transfiguration. What the hell was so damned interesting about her hand? Then it struck him; Malfoy had shaken her hand. She must have taken it really badly. With that thought in mind, he began to eat.
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to http://hometown.aol.com/crazydreampixie/page10.html
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
Draco 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?
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue followed Ginny into the Great Hall. As they loaded their plates with bacon and eggs, new course schedules were handed out. Rogue's face fell.
"What's wrong?" asked Ginny concernedly.
"These are the new schedules, the ones in House groups! And..." She looked down at her schedule, face turning to the pale color of porridge. "I'm with Malfoy."
Ginny looked scandalized. "They made a mistake. They had to have made a mistake, don't worry about it."
"There's no mistake," replied a glum Rogue. She was worried, but for an entirely different reason than Ginny thought. She had a crush on Draco, ever since she'd seen him. She was half ashamed of it. He was a Slytherin, and the sworn enemy of her best friends. Yet she couldn't help it; he was like forbidden fruit, completely drool worthy but unable to have. To get her mind off it, she checked her schedule to see who the rest of her classmates were. Well, we certainly aren't the brightest bunch, thought Rogue. There's Neville and myself, Lavender, and Parvati...but at least Harry will be with me so I'll have someone to partner up with.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall. Rogue passed over the new schedules wordlessly, waiting for their judgments.
"Oh no!" said Hermione. "Look at this! I'm stuck with Millicent Bulstrode, Crabbe, and Goyle! This is horrible!" She sank into her chair, still staring at her schedule.
"Well, it's not too bad, I guess," said Ron as he took his seat next to her. "At least we're together. And Seamus and Dean aren't that bad either. Don't worry about it Hermione." He put an arm around her shoulder and held her close. "It'll be fine." Noticing everyone's shocked looks, he quickly removed his arm and started to fill his plate, ears flushed red.
Harry said ruefully, "I guess I'm stuck with Rogue."
"And what doe that mean?" she smiled at him. With a playful punch, she rose. "I've got to go get my books. See you at lessons, Harry!" With that, she departed.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Harry walked into the Transfiguration room and set his books on the table. He looked around. Ernie Macmillan was chatting with Hannah Abbott and Justin Finch-Fletcheley. Pansy Parkinson was seated near the back, sending looks of deepest loathing towards the door. Harry turned, and saw Draco Malfoy lounging against the doorframe, blocking Rogue's way. Harry quickly got up and made his way toward his friend.
"Move, Malfoy," he threatened. Malfoy sneered at him and turned his attention back to Rogue.
"Talk to you later, Rogue," he drawled, and held out his hand. Amazed, Rogue shook it, and clearly shocked, went to sit with Harry.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue came into the Great Hall. Ignoring the lunchtime food, she bent down next to Ginny's ear and whispered urgently. Ginny nodded her head a few times, then left the Hall.
Ron asked indignantly, "What's up with them? Are we not good enough to know what their talking about?" He speared his beef angrily. "First lesson was rubbish. I hate Snape, I do. And I swear, everything I know about Charms seemed to disappear when I went in there!" Apparently, Ron was not in a good mood.
Frankly, neither was Harry. Rogue had barely talked to him through all of double Transfiguration. She kept staring at her hand. Even when they were supposed to be turning cacti into shrubbery, she kept breaking off and staring down at her closed fist, so much that she got extra homework, even though she was normally very good at Transfiguration. What the hell was so damned interesting about her hand? Then it struck him; Malfoy had shaken her hand. She must have taken it really badly. With that thought in mind, he began to eat.
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to http://hometown.aol.com/crazydreampixie/page10.html