Rogue Streak
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
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."
Ginny stared in horror. Don't do it, Rogue, she thought desperately. Don't let him get to you! Then she heard Rogue say, "I want to kiss you. But I can't! Think of what's at stake! What we're risking! I can't lose everything over one kiss...can I?"
Malfoy answered, "Please, Rogue. Please."
Rogue started. Malfoy was asking-no Malfoy was begging her to kiss him. This is impossible. Yet she knew that every second she spent resisting him was a second wasted. I want to kiss him, she knew that she did. Cupping his face, she asked, "Why? Why would you want a Gryffindor, one you hate, to kiss you that badly?"
Malfoy was at a loss. He couldn't tell her, he was so close...
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September 1st, Hogwart's Express
He was in the Head compartment, pulling his robes over his head, when Hermione Granger walked in. Turning, he said scathingly, "So if it isn't the Mudblood come out to play?"
"Hello, Malfoy," she replied, forcing herself to stay calm.
"I've been noticing the Weaslette of late," he shot at her. "Quite a becoming little thing, isn't she?" Hermione's cheeks started to redden. Malfoy continued, "Though it was wasted on a blood traitor."
Hermione lunged at him, but with a laugh he stepped aside. He hadn't reckoned on Rogue pressing her wand to his heart though.
"My, my, our friend the whore," he drawled. "Who's your partner of late?"
She replied sarcastically, "Oh, no one in particular, I've just been too busy pining away for you." It wouldn't do for him to know how true that statement really is, now would it? she thought.
"Would you like to rectify that now, mon cherie?" he challenged her.
Moving in to him so that their faces were almost touching, she replied, "Why not?" Still holding her wand, she traced his jaw line with her nail, feeling him shudder at her touch. Tantalizing him, she moved her finger across his bottom lip, forcing his mouth open and placing her finger inside. "I taste good, don't I?" she murmured huskily. She moved even closer, pulling her finger from his mouth and slipping it into her own. "Mmm..." she whispered seductively as she traced her own lips. Suddenly, she stepped back and spat, "It tastes like the slime you are." Moving back to stand with Hermione, she said, "Leave Hermione and Ginny alone, or Madame Pompfrey will become your new best friend." She turned to exit the compartment.
"That sounds like a threat," Malfoy shot at her retreating back.
She turned to stare at him. "That wasn't a threat...it was a promise." Leaving the compartment, she added, "Hermione, if anyone asks, this never happened."
"Granger," Malfoy said after Rogue had left, "I retract my statement about the Weaslette." Hermione looked shocked. "I now have new sights: that delightful friend of yours."
Hermione scoffed, "Rogue would never go near you, no matter how desperate she ever became."
"Care to place a wager on that?" he asked her.
Hermione responded, "What are the terms, and what's in it for you?"
Malfoy stated, "If I get Rogue to sleep with me before the end of the school year, then I reserve the right to kiss you, once, whenever I'd like in front of whomever I like."
"And if you don't?" Hermione shot at him.
"Then," Malfoy added, "I will provide a full apology to yourself and company, and not bother you again." He stuck out his hand. "Do we have an accord?"
Hermione looked from his hand, to his face. Finally, her hand clasped his. "Agreed," she whispered. With that, she turned and left the compartment.
"What have I done?" he muttered to himself. I know I like the girl, but this is too much. I mean, come on, Malfoy! Now I have to get her to sleep with me without getting feelings for her. Impossible. He shook himself. I am a Malfoy. I can handle it. With that he got himself ready to start his final year. And, he thought desperately, it's gonna be one hell of a ride.
Back to present...
"So?" Rogue prompted.
A/N: Evil, evil cliffie. If you keep reading and maybe review, I will publish more. If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
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."
Ginny stared in horror. Don't do it, Rogue, she thought desperately. Don't let him get to you! Then she heard Rogue say, "I want to kiss you. But I can't! Think of what's at stake! What we're risking! I can't lose everything over one kiss...can I?"
Malfoy answered, "Please, Rogue. Please."
Rogue started. Malfoy was asking-no Malfoy was begging her to kiss him. This is impossible. Yet she knew that every second she spent resisting him was a second wasted. I want to kiss him, she knew that she did. Cupping his face, she asked, "Why? Why would you want a Gryffindor, one you hate, to kiss you that badly?"
Malfoy was at a loss. He couldn't tell her, he was so close...
* * * * * * * * * * *
September 1st, Hogwart's Express
He was in the Head compartment, pulling his robes over his head, when Hermione Granger walked in. Turning, he said scathingly, "So if it isn't the Mudblood come out to play?"
"Hello, Malfoy," she replied, forcing herself to stay calm.
"I've been noticing the Weaslette of late," he shot at her. "Quite a becoming little thing, isn't she?" Hermione's cheeks started to redden. Malfoy continued, "Though it was wasted on a blood traitor."
Hermione lunged at him, but with a laugh he stepped aside. He hadn't reckoned on Rogue pressing her wand to his heart though.
"My, my, our friend the whore," he drawled. "Who's your partner of late?"
She replied sarcastically, "Oh, no one in particular, I've just been too busy pining away for you." It wouldn't do for him to know how true that statement really is, now would it? she thought.
"Would you like to rectify that now, mon cherie?" he challenged her.
Moving in to him so that their faces were almost touching, she replied, "Why not?" Still holding her wand, she traced his jaw line with her nail, feeling him shudder at her touch. Tantalizing him, she moved her finger across his bottom lip, forcing his mouth open and placing her finger inside. "I taste good, don't I?" she murmured huskily. She moved even closer, pulling her finger from his mouth and slipping it into her own. "Mmm..." she whispered seductively as she traced her own lips. Suddenly, she stepped back and spat, "It tastes like the slime you are." Moving back to stand with Hermione, she said, "Leave Hermione and Ginny alone, or Madame Pompfrey will become your new best friend." She turned to exit the compartment.
"That sounds like a threat," Malfoy shot at her retreating back.
She turned to stare at him. "That wasn't a threat...it was a promise." Leaving the compartment, she added, "Hermione, if anyone asks, this never happened."
"Granger," Malfoy said after Rogue had left, "I retract my statement about the Weaslette." Hermione looked shocked. "I now have new sights: that delightful friend of yours."
Hermione scoffed, "Rogue would never go near you, no matter how desperate she ever became."
"Care to place a wager on that?" he asked her.
Hermione responded, "What are the terms, and what's in it for you?"
Malfoy stated, "If I get Rogue to sleep with me before the end of the school year, then I reserve the right to kiss you, once, whenever I'd like in front of whomever I like."
"And if you don't?" Hermione shot at him.
"Then," Malfoy added, "I will provide a full apology to yourself and company, and not bother you again." He stuck out his hand. "Do we have an accord?"
Hermione looked from his hand, to his face. Finally, her hand clasped his. "Agreed," she whispered. With that, she turned and left the compartment.
"What have I done?" he muttered to himself. I know I like the girl, but this is too much. I mean, come on, Malfoy! Now I have to get her to sleep with me without getting feelings for her. Impossible. He shook himself. I am a Malfoy. I can handle it. With that he got himself ready to start his final year. And, he thought desperately, it's gonna be one hell of a ride.
Back to present...
"So?" Rogue prompted.
A/N: Evil, evil cliffie. If you keep reading and maybe review, I will publish more. If you want to see a representation of Rogue, go to