Rogue Streak
Chapter 8
A/N: My computer definitely crashed twice and I didn't have access to my files, so yes, I took forever and yes, I apologize.
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
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.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Ginny!" Rogue called. "Ginny! Please stop! GINNY!!" But her efforts were to no avail. Suddenly bursting ahead, Ginny sped around a corner and out of sight...towards the common room. I have to get there before she does! Rogue thought desperately. She tore through the halls, praying she would get there before Ginny did.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Harry paced back and forth in front of Ginny as she breathlessly related what she had seen. His mind was reeling. Rogue, kiss Malfoy? If anyone had ever asked him that before, he would have said impossible without a thought. But now...Harry needed answers. He didn't want this to happen to her. He cared for her too much...Just as a friend though, he quickly reprimanded himself. He knew that wasn't true though, anymore than Rogue had never kissed Malfoy. He looked over at Ron, a stoic expression on his face, and Hermione, slumped back in her chair with her hand over her eyes. At that opportune moment, Rogue burst into the common room. As confused and angry as he was, Harry could not help noticing her beauty, with her flushed cheeks and just slightly mussed hair hanging haphazardly- yet so becomingly-around her face. She rushed to Harry, but stopped suddenly at the expression on his face.
All Harry could manage was, "Why?"
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry!" she cried. His brown eyes betrayed him, showing all the pain she had caused. "All of you, I'm so sorry!" she added, looking round. Hermione looked up, and Rogue was startled to find tears in Hermione's eyes. "How could you?" Hermione asked. "How could you?" She began to sob, softening Ron's expression. He hurried over and gently rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair and murmuring soothing words into her ear. He looked up at Rogue with venom that she never knew he possessed. She looked at Ginny, her tear-stained cheeks glistening by the firelight. In desperation, Rogue turned to Harry. "I didn't mean to," she whispered. "You know I didn't mean to." She turned and slowly ascended the stairs to her dormitory. She suddenly turned, and Harry saw tears glistening in her deep brown eyes. His heart broke, and he called out, "Rogue!" Deliberately ignoring him, she ran up the stairs and into her dorm room.
Harry turned and saw Ginny staring at him, her eyes pleading with him, her questions streaming through her tears. He just shook his head, and collapsed into a chair. Slowly, the rest of the Gryffindors filed out of the common room, leaving only Harry and Ginny. He could hear her crying softly in her chair, but he was so absorbed in his misery, his mind could not send the proper signals to his brain to comfort her. Finally, even Ginny went up to her room, and Harry sat there, unable to move, unable to think.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Draco was in his seat in the Great Hall, but his mind was not on the jabbering of his fellows, but on the distraught brunette at the Gryffindor table. She was moving the food on her plate into intricate geometric patterns, but eating none. After a few moments, she looked his way and caught his eye. Discreetly, she nodded and left the Hall. Waiting for a safe moment, he rose and went through the door she did, finding her waiting by the staircase.
"Meet me in the library at seven to continue our project," she whispered. She looked into his eyes and broke his heart. There was a sincere warmth there, like a fireplace on Christmas, but masked by the agony of her internal battle. She turned towards the staircase.
Malfoy grabbed her arm. "Wait!" He searched her face. "What of last night?"
"What is there to say?" she replied.
"What does that mean, 'what is there to say'? Honestly, don't you remember?" he asked her.
She replied hurriedly, "Just meet me in the library at seven, alright?" She ran up the stairs and out of sight.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue stood in the common room, cornered by her four friends. "Why can't I go?" she asked, not a little angry.
"We want you to stay away from Malfoy," Ron answered aggressively.
"And if I don't?" she replied glibly. Seeing the expressions on their faces, she added quickly, "It's a homework assignment, for shit's sake! Do you honestly not want me to do a homework assignment? A gigantic one? Let's see what that's do for my grade, why don't we?" She fixed Hermione with a penetrating gaze. Sensing her weaken, Rogue pressed on, "And Harry, don't you want me to graduate with you all?" Harry shifted in place, glancing questioningly at Ron. She sensed they would crack, and continuously ploughed through their misgivings. All the while though, her mind was fighting a losing battle.
It's for homework purposes only. Nothing will happen between us.
But something did happen, or was that kiss absolutely nothing?
Of course it wasn't nothing! But it was a one-time thing, completely unrepeatable. Besides, I don't want to repeat it.
Sure. If it makes you feel better, you can lie to yourself.
With nothing at all set in her mind, she exited the common room. Harry watched her retreating back, then glanced back to his friends. "Someone needs to follow her," he stated, and his gaze came to rest on Ginny.
"Umm, no. There is no way in hell I'm going to watch them again." She glanced at her brother, Hermione and Harry in turn, each now staring solely at her. "No," she repeated. "Absolutely not. "
* * * * * * * * * * *
With a little sigh, Ginny adjusted herself and strained to hear what Rogue and Draco were saying. Slowly, things became clearer.
"I don't know what last night was," she could hear Rogue saying.
Malfoy moved closer. "So you don't want to kiss me again?" he asked her.
"No...I mean yes...I mean," she stumbled, "well, I don't know what I mean! And I don't know what I want, either! I liked kissing you. Scratch that, I loved kissing you. It's been what I've wanted to do ever since I first saw you, flanked by your cronies. Now that I have, I don't know what to do with myself! I'm a wreck! I'm a nightmare! I look horrible, I feel horrible, I am horrible!" She clambered onto the table, crossing her legs and burying her head in her hands.
Lifting up her chin, Malfoy reached over and kissed the nape of her neck. "You don't look horrible," he murmured. Switching to the other side of her neck, he added, "And from what I know, you don't feel horrible." He looked up into her face and said, "And I know for a fact that you are the sweetest, kindest, greatest girl I know." He continued, "You aren't bogged down by the petty shit in life, and the fact that you're confused right now is only human." He leaned in closer, inhaling her irresistible tangerine spice. "Lucky for me," he whispered, "I know what I want right now." Gently, he kissed each corner of her mouth. He whispered, taking her head in his hands, "I want to kiss you."
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to
Chapter 8
A/N: My computer definitely crashed twice and I didn't have access to my files, so yes, I took forever and yes, I apologize.
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
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.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Ginny!" Rogue called. "Ginny! Please stop! GINNY!!" But her efforts were to no avail. Suddenly bursting ahead, Ginny sped around a corner and out of sight...towards the common room. I have to get there before she does! Rogue thought desperately. She tore through the halls, praying she would get there before Ginny did.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Harry paced back and forth in front of Ginny as she breathlessly related what she had seen. His mind was reeling. Rogue, kiss Malfoy? If anyone had ever asked him that before, he would have said impossible without a thought. But now...Harry needed answers. He didn't want this to happen to her. He cared for her too much...Just as a friend though, he quickly reprimanded himself. He knew that wasn't true though, anymore than Rogue had never kissed Malfoy. He looked over at Ron, a stoic expression on his face, and Hermione, slumped back in her chair with her hand over her eyes. At that opportune moment, Rogue burst into the common room. As confused and angry as he was, Harry could not help noticing her beauty, with her flushed cheeks and just slightly mussed hair hanging haphazardly- yet so becomingly-around her face. She rushed to Harry, but stopped suddenly at the expression on his face.
All Harry could manage was, "Why?"
"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry!" she cried. His brown eyes betrayed him, showing all the pain she had caused. "All of you, I'm so sorry!" she added, looking round. Hermione looked up, and Rogue was startled to find tears in Hermione's eyes. "How could you?" Hermione asked. "How could you?" She began to sob, softening Ron's expression. He hurried over and gently rocked her back and forth, stroking her hair and murmuring soothing words into her ear. He looked up at Rogue with venom that she never knew he possessed. She looked at Ginny, her tear-stained cheeks glistening by the firelight. In desperation, Rogue turned to Harry. "I didn't mean to," she whispered. "You know I didn't mean to." She turned and slowly ascended the stairs to her dormitory. She suddenly turned, and Harry saw tears glistening in her deep brown eyes. His heart broke, and he called out, "Rogue!" Deliberately ignoring him, she ran up the stairs and into her dorm room.
Harry turned and saw Ginny staring at him, her eyes pleading with him, her questions streaming through her tears. He just shook his head, and collapsed into a chair. Slowly, the rest of the Gryffindors filed out of the common room, leaving only Harry and Ginny. He could hear her crying softly in her chair, but he was so absorbed in his misery, his mind could not send the proper signals to his brain to comfort her. Finally, even Ginny went up to her room, and Harry sat there, unable to move, unable to think.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Draco was in his seat in the Great Hall, but his mind was not on the jabbering of his fellows, but on the distraught brunette at the Gryffindor table. She was moving the food on her plate into intricate geometric patterns, but eating none. After a few moments, she looked his way and caught his eye. Discreetly, she nodded and left the Hall. Waiting for a safe moment, he rose and went through the door she did, finding her waiting by the staircase.
"Meet me in the library at seven to continue our project," she whispered. She looked into his eyes and broke his heart. There was a sincere warmth there, like a fireplace on Christmas, but masked by the agony of her internal battle. She turned towards the staircase.
Malfoy grabbed her arm. "Wait!" He searched her face. "What of last night?"
"What is there to say?" she replied.
"What does that mean, 'what is there to say'? Honestly, don't you remember?" he asked her.
She replied hurriedly, "Just meet me in the library at seven, alright?" She ran up the stairs and out of sight.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Rogue stood in the common room, cornered by her four friends. "Why can't I go?" she asked, not a little angry.
"We want you to stay away from Malfoy," Ron answered aggressively.
"And if I don't?" she replied glibly. Seeing the expressions on their faces, she added quickly, "It's a homework assignment, for shit's sake! Do you honestly not want me to do a homework assignment? A gigantic one? Let's see what that's do for my grade, why don't we?" She fixed Hermione with a penetrating gaze. Sensing her weaken, Rogue pressed on, "And Harry, don't you want me to graduate with you all?" Harry shifted in place, glancing questioningly at Ron. She sensed they would crack, and continuously ploughed through their misgivings. All the while though, her mind was fighting a losing battle.
It's for homework purposes only. Nothing will happen between us.
But something did happen, or was that kiss absolutely nothing?
Of course it wasn't nothing! But it was a one-time thing, completely unrepeatable. Besides, I don't want to repeat it.
Sure. If it makes you feel better, you can lie to yourself.
With nothing at all set in her mind, she exited the common room. Harry watched her retreating back, then glanced back to his friends. "Someone needs to follow her," he stated, and his gaze came to rest on Ginny.
"Umm, no. There is no way in hell I'm going to watch them again." She glanced at her brother, Hermione and Harry in turn, each now staring solely at her. "No," she repeated. "Absolutely not. "
* * * * * * * * * * *
With a little sigh, Ginny adjusted herself and strained to hear what Rogue and Draco were saying. Slowly, things became clearer.
"I don't know what last night was," she could hear Rogue saying.
Malfoy moved closer. "So you don't want to kiss me again?" he asked her.
"No...I mean yes...I mean," she stumbled, "well, I don't know what I mean! And I don't know what I want, either! I liked kissing you. Scratch that, I loved kissing you. It's been what I've wanted to do ever since I first saw you, flanked by your cronies. Now that I have, I don't know what to do with myself! I'm a wreck! I'm a nightmare! I look horrible, I feel horrible, I am horrible!" She clambered onto the table, crossing her legs and burying her head in her hands.
Lifting up her chin, Malfoy reached over and kissed the nape of her neck. "You don't look horrible," he murmured. Switching to the other side of her neck, he added, "And from what I know, you don't feel horrible." He looked up into her face and said, "And I know for a fact that you are the sweetest, kindest, greatest girl I know." He continued, "You aren't bogged down by the petty shit in life, and the fact that you're confused right now is only human." He leaned in closer, inhaling her irresistible tangerine spice. "Lucky for me," he whispered, "I know what I want right now." Gently, he kissed each corner of her mouth. He whispered, taking her head in his hands, "I want to kiss you."
A/N: If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to