Rogue Streak
Chapter 7
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! Please review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
Rogue drew the curtains of her four-poster closed, and Draco Malfoy's face floated to her mind. Why was this happening to her? She didn't know how long she could hold out, alone with Malfoy...She had always been known to be impulsive...
With this last troubling thought, she drifted off into a restless sleep, unknowing that Malfoy was having the same dilemma.
* * * * * * * * * *
Malfoy paid no attention to what he was haphazardly piling onto his plate. He would be working with Rogue-alone with her-until Christmas break. He moseyed with the food on his plate, not paying attention to anything around him, until he heard catcalls and jeers from the people around him. Looking up, he saw Rogue making his way toward the Slytherin table, determinedly ignoring the attention she was getting. She stopped in front of Malfoy.
"We need to talk," she said curtly. He rose, and looked incredulously at her. Crabbe and Goyle continued to stuff their faces, oblivious to Slytherins' continued mocking of Rogue. She strode out of the Hall, Malfoy at her heels. She led him to the base of the main staircase.
Malfoy asked, "To what do I owe the honor?" He searched her face, looking for a clue in her deep brown eyes.
"About our project..." Rogue faltered. She felt as if he could see her soul. He penetrated her mind, her inner workings. "About our project..." she tried again.
"What about it?" Malfoy asked nonchalantly, still staring into her eyes. His light gray orbs danced with what Rogue thought was merriment, but a second later it was extinguished, but she could have sworn it was there. "About what?" he repeated.
Rogue mumbled, "We need to work on it," and looked down. She felt an unexpected warmth pool between her legs and in her heart. She knew that if she looked up, she would betray her feelings to the one person that, above all, could not know. I've got to do this, she thought.
Looking up, she regained her businesslike manner. Briskly, she said, "Meet me in the library at seven o' clock where we met before. Don't be late." She turned and strode away.
"Shouldn't that be a question?" Malfoy called after her retreating back. She flounced her hair as she walked, unknowingly or not he didn't know. He found it endearing. With eyes only for Rogue, he stepped back into the Hall. As he sat, still unnoticed by Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy stomped over.
"What was that all about?" she spat. Her eyes were flashing, and a dull red flush was creeping up her face.
"A, Miss Parkinson," Malfoy drawled, "It's none of your business. And B, why do you care?"
"Because we're together, Malfoy!" she exploded. "You walk off right in front of me with another girl! I want to know what the hell you're playing at!" She threw him a menacing glare. "Come on!"
Draco rose, and made his way towards the exit. On a whim, he decided to play with her. "I'm sorry to have distressed you, Pansy," he apologized cordially. She made his way toward him gleefully. "Not so fast, Pansy," he stopped her. She froze, and a look of confusion came upon her face.
"I was wondering," he said slowly, "whether or not you remember when we arrived here?" Her face fell. "Well, I do," he continued in a louder tone, so all could here. "I remember we broke up because a Gryffindor called you a 'pug-faced bitch', if I remember properly, and made me see the error of my ways. So if you don't mind, I'll do whatever the hell I'll like." He turned and strode out of the Hall to thunderous laughter and wracking sobs.
* * * * * * * * * *
Rogue sat at the table in the library impatiently. What the fuck was taking him so damn long? This was bullshit! I'm going to murder Draco Malfoy if he doesn't get here right now! she thought. Pacing around the table, she raged, "Where the fuck is he?!"
"Miss me?" Draco asked innocently from behind her.
"With all my heart and soul," she replied sarcastically. "Where have you been?"
"But why," questioned Malfoy slowly, "do you care?" A dull flush crept up Rogue's face.
"I don't," she replied quickly. Too quickly to believable, and she knew it. And by the look on Malfoy's face, he did too. A triumphant smirk slowly spread onto his face.
"Really?" He questioned her, drawing closer. They were so close that Malfoy could see every eyelash surrounding her deep cocoa eyes, eyes that seemed to penetrate into his very soul. With a swish of his cloak he covered his quickly enlarged member. It wouldn't do for her to see that.
She stared up at him, reveling in the details of his perfect face. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the perfectly toned muscles underneath his robes, and heat coursed through her body like the blood in her veins had turned to fire. She shuddered with desire as he pulled her close. On a sudden impulse, she leaned up and kissed him.
Malfoy was stunned. Rogue, kiss him? Sweet and simple, all her feelings were in that kiss; love passion, lust, hatred, everything mixed into a single, quick kiss. But as soon as it happened, it was over. But now Malfoy could not resist. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her into a fiery kiss.
This time it was Rogue experiencing all of Malfoy's feelings. But as Rogue had been simple and sweet, so was Malfoy fierce and passionate. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer still, wanting as much as he could get of her, to smell her sweet tangerine spice. Reluctantly he fell away.
Opening her eyes, Rogue looked down at the floor and with difficulty, pulled away. She didn't trust herself to speak. Looking up, she met Malfoy's steely gray eyes and saw there the power she had felt from him. Suddenly, a gasp was heard from behind. She whirled around to see a red- headed blur hurrying away.
"I've got to go," she snapped, and ran after Ginny. Malfoy watched her progress with longing. Finally, he had gotten what he'd wanted, but that had only whetted his appetite.
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to
Chapter 7
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update! Please review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
Rogue drew the curtains of her four-poster closed, and Draco Malfoy's face floated to her mind. Why was this happening to her? She didn't know how long she could hold out, alone with Malfoy...She had always been known to be impulsive...
With this last troubling thought, she drifted off into a restless sleep, unknowing that Malfoy was having the same dilemma.
* * * * * * * * * *
Malfoy paid no attention to what he was haphazardly piling onto his plate. He would be working with Rogue-alone with her-until Christmas break. He moseyed with the food on his plate, not paying attention to anything around him, until he heard catcalls and jeers from the people around him. Looking up, he saw Rogue making his way toward the Slytherin table, determinedly ignoring the attention she was getting. She stopped in front of Malfoy.
"We need to talk," she said curtly. He rose, and looked incredulously at her. Crabbe and Goyle continued to stuff their faces, oblivious to Slytherins' continued mocking of Rogue. She strode out of the Hall, Malfoy at her heels. She led him to the base of the main staircase.
Malfoy asked, "To what do I owe the honor?" He searched her face, looking for a clue in her deep brown eyes.
"About our project..." Rogue faltered. She felt as if he could see her soul. He penetrated her mind, her inner workings. "About our project..." she tried again.
"What about it?" Malfoy asked nonchalantly, still staring into her eyes. His light gray orbs danced with what Rogue thought was merriment, but a second later it was extinguished, but she could have sworn it was there. "About what?" he repeated.
Rogue mumbled, "We need to work on it," and looked down. She felt an unexpected warmth pool between her legs and in her heart. She knew that if she looked up, she would betray her feelings to the one person that, above all, could not know. I've got to do this, she thought.
Looking up, she regained her businesslike manner. Briskly, she said, "Meet me in the library at seven o' clock where we met before. Don't be late." She turned and strode away.
"Shouldn't that be a question?" Malfoy called after her retreating back. She flounced her hair as she walked, unknowingly or not he didn't know. He found it endearing. With eyes only for Rogue, he stepped back into the Hall. As he sat, still unnoticed by Crabbe and Goyle, Pansy stomped over.
"What was that all about?" she spat. Her eyes were flashing, and a dull red flush was creeping up her face.
"A, Miss Parkinson," Malfoy drawled, "It's none of your business. And B, why do you care?"
"Because we're together, Malfoy!" she exploded. "You walk off right in front of me with another girl! I want to know what the hell you're playing at!" She threw him a menacing glare. "Come on!"
Draco rose, and made his way towards the exit. On a whim, he decided to play with her. "I'm sorry to have distressed you, Pansy," he apologized cordially. She made his way toward him gleefully. "Not so fast, Pansy," he stopped her. She froze, and a look of confusion came upon her face.
"I was wondering," he said slowly, "whether or not you remember when we arrived here?" Her face fell. "Well, I do," he continued in a louder tone, so all could here. "I remember we broke up because a Gryffindor called you a 'pug-faced bitch', if I remember properly, and made me see the error of my ways. So if you don't mind, I'll do whatever the hell I'll like." He turned and strode out of the Hall to thunderous laughter and wracking sobs.
* * * * * * * * * *
Rogue sat at the table in the library impatiently. What the fuck was taking him so damn long? This was bullshit! I'm going to murder Draco Malfoy if he doesn't get here right now! she thought. Pacing around the table, she raged, "Where the fuck is he?!"
"Miss me?" Draco asked innocently from behind her.
"With all my heart and soul," she replied sarcastically. "Where have you been?"
"But why," questioned Malfoy slowly, "do you care?" A dull flush crept up Rogue's face.
"I don't," she replied quickly. Too quickly to believable, and she knew it. And by the look on Malfoy's face, he did too. A triumphant smirk slowly spread onto his face.
"Really?" He questioned her, drawing closer. They were so close that Malfoy could see every eyelash surrounding her deep cocoa eyes, eyes that seemed to penetrate into his very soul. With a swish of his cloak he covered his quickly enlarged member. It wouldn't do for her to see that.
She stared up at him, reveling in the details of his perfect face. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the perfectly toned muscles underneath his robes, and heat coursed through her body like the blood in her veins had turned to fire. She shuddered with desire as he pulled her close. On a sudden impulse, she leaned up and kissed him.
Malfoy was stunned. Rogue, kiss him? Sweet and simple, all her feelings were in that kiss; love passion, lust, hatred, everything mixed into a single, quick kiss. But as soon as it happened, it was over. But now Malfoy could not resist. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her into a fiery kiss.
This time it was Rogue experiencing all of Malfoy's feelings. But as Rogue had been simple and sweet, so was Malfoy fierce and passionate. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer still, wanting as much as he could get of her, to smell her sweet tangerine spice. Reluctantly he fell away.
Opening her eyes, Rogue looked down at the floor and with difficulty, pulled away. She didn't trust herself to speak. Looking up, she met Malfoy's steely gray eyes and saw there the power she had felt from him. Suddenly, a gasp was heard from behind. She whirled around to see a red- headed blur hurrying away.
"I've got to go," she snapped, and ran after Ginny. Malfoy watched her progress with longing. Finally, he had gotten what he'd wanted, but that had only whetted his appetite.
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to