Rogue Streak
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
Back to present...
"So?" Rogue prompted.
Thinking furiously, Malfoy murmured, "Because I want you. Because I need you." He leaned over to her ear and pressed himself against her, whispering, "Need more proof than that?"
Rogue flicked out her tongue and caught his earlobe. With gentle caresses, she said, "Not for now." She nipped his ear, and slowly worked her way down his jawbone, fluttering over his skin with butterfly kisses. She looked up at him, and then placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Malfoy grabbed her and pushed his hardness against her, grinding their hips together in the ancient rituals of lust. Rogue responded, slowly and sensually rubbing her center over his erection. She heard a sharp intake of breath. To still his reaction, she centered her lips over his and pushed her tongue inside him. They explored each other's mouths, eager to find the treasure in store. As snake charmers to snakes, so they planned and responded to each others movements, down to the softest touch and hardest pulse. Inch by inch, they slowly backed onto the library table, Malfoy on bottom struggling with the buttons on Rogue's robes. Rogue placed her hands on top of Malfoy's and together, they unclasped Rogue's robe and threw it aside. Underneath, Rogue was wearing a simple dusty rose cami and some plain light jeans. Still she was irresistible. Rogue bent over him and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue eager for more. Malfoy responded, and a wave of pleasure washed over him.
Suddenly Rogue stopped moving. "Madam Pince!" she hissed, and with a roll she had disappeared under the table, picking up her robe as she did. Malfoy quickly got off the table. Sitting down where he would block Rogue from view, Malfoy picked up a book on Rowena Ravenclaw and began to "study". Madam Pince walked over and said, "The library is closed now. You need to be out of here, young man!"
"Yes, Madam Pince," Malfoy responded. "Just let me clean up my mess and I'll be gone." She peered at him suspiciously, as if she knew what had been happening. Extinguishing the lamp, she strode off.
Rogue crawled out from under the table, robes back in place. "I should go," she said. She began to walk towards the exit when Malfoy grabbed her arm. "When will I see him again?" he asked her.
She smiled devilishly. "We still have a paper to write, don't we?" She turned away, then added, "...and it ain't due till what, Christmas?"
Malfoy watched her saunter off, grinning secretly at the movement in her hips. With a sigh of what may have happened, he picked up their materials and left the library.
Ginny sat in a state of shock. What had just happened?
It was Saturday morning. Rogue smiled, looking down at the sleeping Ginny. Suddenly Ginny let out an almighty snore, and the smile disappeared. Time for business. Rogue bent down by Ginny's head, and whispered urgently, "Ginny...Ginny!"
"AAAH!" Ginny woke with a scream, a huge blurry thing just millimeters in front of her face. Flailing her limbs wildly, she accidentally wrenched off her bed hangings and thrashed wildly. Rogue, ducking and weaving to avoid Ginny's whirling arms and legs, unsnarled Ginny from her trap. "Gin, Gin," Rogue murmured soothingly. Ginny's wide- eyed face peered out from under her bed hangings. "Ginny," said Rogue, "it's me."
Ginny stated calmly, "Rogue, if you ever do that to me again, I will murder you in the most painful way I know how." Her voice took an icy tone. "Understood?" Rogue nodded mutely. "Now," Ginny added, smiling, "why are you here this early in the morning?"
"I actually wanted to talk to you," Rogue hurried, "but if you're not awake enough yet, then-"
Interrupting, Ginny said, "Lemme get dressed, then meet me in the common room. OK?"
"Ok," responded Rogue, and she left Ginny's dorm. Ginny looked after her, shaking her head, and began digging through her trunk for some clean jeans.
Rogue was pacing in front of the fire, muttering things to herself, when Ginny came down. "Rough night?" she asked.
"The worst," Rogue replied. "And yet..." she added, and a dreamy look came over her eyes. "And yet," she repeated, "it was one of the best nights of my life." She collapsed onto an armchair, lost in the memories. Ginny inwardly shuddered. Malfoy could do that to her? Unthinkable. But the way they acted last night definitely proved a point – whether it was love or lust, Rogue and Malfoy had feelings for each other. "What happened?" prodded Ginny, as if she didn't already know.
"I...I don't exactly know," Rogue replied hesitantly. "We were in the library, and-"
Ginny interrupted, "We?"
"Malfoy and I," Rogue amended. "But, we were in the library, and we were working, and...well, one thing led to another, and-"
She was interrupted again. "Did you two have-have..." Ginny faltered.
"Gin!" Rogue reproached her. "I thought you knew me better than that. I may have slept with a few guys before-"
"A few?" Ginny asked incredulously. "I mean, you aren't a whore or anything, but you've had your fair share. Oliver, Seamus, probably half of Ravenclaw House-"
"All right, all right," interjected Rogue, "I think I get the point. But you know I always wait at least a little while to sleep with someone." Seeing Ginny's expression, she added, "But Oliver was a one night thing, I swear!"
Ginny was struck dumb for a moment, then they both burst into hysterics. Choking back tears of merriment, they heard movement on the boys' dormitory stairs. With difficulty, trying to contain the flood of laughter within them, they pulled themselves together as Harry sat down next to Rogue.
"What's so funny?" he asked Ginny.
"Trust me," said Ginny, "you don't want to know." She and Rogue exchanged grins. Turning back to Harry, she reiterated, "You really don't wanna know."
""But anyway," Rogue said, "good morning. Why are you up so early?"
He replied, "Why are you? As I recall, the last time Hermione tried to wake you up this early, she had to go to the hospital wing."
"I didn't mean to curse her, I really didn't," Rogue responded hurriedly. "And her hair grew back...eventually."
"Still," he pressed on, "how are you up this early?"
"You tell me," she replied glibly, "and I'll tell you." She smiled at him, putting her hand on his arm and leaning in. Cold shower, cold shower, Harry thought quickly. Amazing what one touch of her sweet hands could do to him.
"Alright," he said quickly, and leaned in to meet her. He whispered, "Something strange is happening, something with Voldemort."
Rogue let out a small gasp. That was the last thing she had expected him to say. She took his hand in a businesslike manner and said, "What's happening? Can we help?"
"I've already told the Order-fat lot they can do." Ever since the end of fifth year, all the Order had done was keep the peace. So many false alarms had been issued, it was a wonder that any of hem managed to even sleep, let alone do anything else.
"They're planning something," Harry muttered. "Something with Hogwarts, and-and with...and with Sirius."
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I own nothing involving Harry Potter except new characters and plot ideas.
Previously:
Back to present...
"So?" Rogue prompted.
Thinking furiously, Malfoy murmured, "Because I want you. Because I need you." He leaned over to her ear and pressed himself against her, whispering, "Need more proof than that?"
Rogue flicked out her tongue and caught his earlobe. With gentle caresses, she said, "Not for now." She nipped his ear, and slowly worked her way down his jawbone, fluttering over his skin with butterfly kisses. She looked up at him, and then placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Malfoy grabbed her and pushed his hardness against her, grinding their hips together in the ancient rituals of lust. Rogue responded, slowly and sensually rubbing her center over his erection. She heard a sharp intake of breath. To still his reaction, she centered her lips over his and pushed her tongue inside him. They explored each other's mouths, eager to find the treasure in store. As snake charmers to snakes, so they planned and responded to each others movements, down to the softest touch and hardest pulse. Inch by inch, they slowly backed onto the library table, Malfoy on bottom struggling with the buttons on Rogue's robes. Rogue placed her hands on top of Malfoy's and together, they unclasped Rogue's robe and threw it aside. Underneath, Rogue was wearing a simple dusty rose cami and some plain light jeans. Still she was irresistible. Rogue bent over him and kissed him full on the mouth, her tongue eager for more. Malfoy responded, and a wave of pleasure washed over him.
Suddenly Rogue stopped moving. "Madam Pince!" she hissed, and with a roll she had disappeared under the table, picking up her robe as she did. Malfoy quickly got off the table. Sitting down where he would block Rogue from view, Malfoy picked up a book on Rowena Ravenclaw and began to "study". Madam Pince walked over and said, "The library is closed now. You need to be out of here, young man!"
"Yes, Madam Pince," Malfoy responded. "Just let me clean up my mess and I'll be gone." She peered at him suspiciously, as if she knew what had been happening. Extinguishing the lamp, she strode off.
Rogue crawled out from under the table, robes back in place. "I should go," she said. She began to walk towards the exit when Malfoy grabbed her arm. "When will I see him again?" he asked her.
She smiled devilishly. "We still have a paper to write, don't we?" She turned away, then added, "...and it ain't due till what, Christmas?"
Malfoy watched her saunter off, grinning secretly at the movement in her hips. With a sigh of what may have happened, he picked up their materials and left the library.
Ginny sat in a state of shock. What had just happened?
It was Saturday morning. Rogue smiled, looking down at the sleeping Ginny. Suddenly Ginny let out an almighty snore, and the smile disappeared. Time for business. Rogue bent down by Ginny's head, and whispered urgently, "Ginny...Ginny!"
"AAAH!" Ginny woke with a scream, a huge blurry thing just millimeters in front of her face. Flailing her limbs wildly, she accidentally wrenched off her bed hangings and thrashed wildly. Rogue, ducking and weaving to avoid Ginny's whirling arms and legs, unsnarled Ginny from her trap. "Gin, Gin," Rogue murmured soothingly. Ginny's wide- eyed face peered out from under her bed hangings. "Ginny," said Rogue, "it's me."
Ginny stated calmly, "Rogue, if you ever do that to me again, I will murder you in the most painful way I know how." Her voice took an icy tone. "Understood?" Rogue nodded mutely. "Now," Ginny added, smiling, "why are you here this early in the morning?"
"I actually wanted to talk to you," Rogue hurried, "but if you're not awake enough yet, then-"
Interrupting, Ginny said, "Lemme get dressed, then meet me in the common room. OK?"
"Ok," responded Rogue, and she left Ginny's dorm. Ginny looked after her, shaking her head, and began digging through her trunk for some clean jeans.
Rogue was pacing in front of the fire, muttering things to herself, when Ginny came down. "Rough night?" she asked.
"The worst," Rogue replied. "And yet..." she added, and a dreamy look came over her eyes. "And yet," she repeated, "it was one of the best nights of my life." She collapsed onto an armchair, lost in the memories. Ginny inwardly shuddered. Malfoy could do that to her? Unthinkable. But the way they acted last night definitely proved a point – whether it was love or lust, Rogue and Malfoy had feelings for each other. "What happened?" prodded Ginny, as if she didn't already know.
"I...I don't exactly know," Rogue replied hesitantly. "We were in the library, and-"
Ginny interrupted, "We?"
"Malfoy and I," Rogue amended. "But, we were in the library, and we were working, and...well, one thing led to another, and-"
She was interrupted again. "Did you two have-have..." Ginny faltered.
"Gin!" Rogue reproached her. "I thought you knew me better than that. I may have slept with a few guys before-"
"A few?" Ginny asked incredulously. "I mean, you aren't a whore or anything, but you've had your fair share. Oliver, Seamus, probably half of Ravenclaw House-"
"All right, all right," interjected Rogue, "I think I get the point. But you know I always wait at least a little while to sleep with someone." Seeing Ginny's expression, she added, "But Oliver was a one night thing, I swear!"
Ginny was struck dumb for a moment, then they both burst into hysterics. Choking back tears of merriment, they heard movement on the boys' dormitory stairs. With difficulty, trying to contain the flood of laughter within them, they pulled themselves together as Harry sat down next to Rogue.
"What's so funny?" he asked Ginny.
"Trust me," said Ginny, "you don't want to know." She and Rogue exchanged grins. Turning back to Harry, she reiterated, "You really don't wanna know."
""But anyway," Rogue said, "good morning. Why are you up so early?"
He replied, "Why are you? As I recall, the last time Hermione tried to wake you up this early, she had to go to the hospital wing."
"I didn't mean to curse her, I really didn't," Rogue responded hurriedly. "And her hair grew back...eventually."
"Still," he pressed on, "how are you up this early?"
"You tell me," she replied glibly, "and I'll tell you." She smiled at him, putting her hand on his arm and leaning in. Cold shower, cold shower, Harry thought quickly. Amazing what one touch of her sweet hands could do to him.
"Alright," he said quickly, and leaned in to meet her. He whispered, "Something strange is happening, something with Voldemort."
Rogue let out a small gasp. That was the last thing she had expected him to say. She took his hand in a businesslike manner and said, "What's happening? Can we help?"
"I've already told the Order-fat lot they can do." Ever since the end of fifth year, all the Order had done was keep the peace. So many false alarms had been issued, it was a wonder that any of hem managed to even sleep, let alone do anything else.
"They're planning something," Harry muttered. "Something with Hogwarts, and-and with...and with Sirius."