Oh no. What the hell was I supposed to say? I stared into Proffesor Trelawney's bulging eyes. Would she be able to tell if I made up a lie? I generally thought she was a complete fraud, but how could I know, what if she was actually properly psychic?

There was no way I was going to tell her my actual dream last night. That would be a suicide sentence, for sure.

flashback to the dream.

Malfoy's lips pressed against mine, making me breathless. I put my arms around his neck tightly and he held me around my waist pushing me up to his level, because he was considerably taller than me. His lips parted slowly and he deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing in a world of their own. Our kisses were like fireworks, fast, full of passion, erupting, sending tingles through my veins, making me almost unconscious. It was impossible to think, it was just him and me, kisses and that look in his grey eyes. Hate, desire, lust, flirtation, chemistry, contrast of personality.. It was all there.

Reality.

"I, er... I had a dream that I, er, passed my OWLs," I said quietly.

Trelawney nodded, raising a finger philosophically.

"I see, my child," She began, looking up at the ceiling as though the sky held mystical answers.

"This dream means nothing about exams...I sense something, or someone has been bothering you lately.. the fact that you passed your exam, means success. You will succeed in a friendship or relationship..." Her voice trailed off.

My breathing was very shallow. I wrote this down in the dream diary, where we had to record such things and felt very relieved when she moved on to the next person to interpret their dreams.

The next person was Myleene.

"What was your last dream, dear?" Professor Trelawney inquired to Myleene.

Myleene shot a smiling look at Malfoy, which he did not return, because Malfoy never was seen to smile, but he sort of smirked and cocked an eyebrow.

"I had a dream that me and my boyfriend went on another date. It was very romantic." Myleene gushed. As she said it, I wondered how she could tell a teacher such a thing. It seemed such a cringe.

I scowled, but tried to hide it.

I was begining to get less fond of Myleene. Seriously. She knew I hated Scorpius. Ok, you can't help who you like.. but I was pretty sure Myleene wasn't serious about it. In any case, Malfoy had never been serious about any girl. He had no idea in the world how to treat them, I knew from personal experience.

Trelawney gave a half smile, but it looked sympathatic. For the first time, I was begining to think my divination teacher really did have a third eye.

"You will certainly be very happy together," Trelawney said, unconvincingly.

I knew that she had only told Myleene this A. to spare her feelings and B. not to offend Malfoy by telling her he's a complete tosser.

After coming out of Lunch, I made my way to the library. Magical History section, Potions... Spells.. Charms. Aha. There was the book I needed for my homework research.

Wait, what was that? Giggling and panting? From behind the bookshelf? I peered through a gap in the bookshelf.

Ugh.

"Would you like to go somewhere else? So I don't end up regurgitating over these books?" I said.

Myleene and Scorpius broke apart reluctantly, both looking royally annoyed.

"Prefect," I reminded them, pointing at my badge. I had every right to chuck them out of the library.

Malfoy left, stomping out of the room, but Myleene stayed.

"I can't believe you!" She said to me.

"What? You have no right to use the library for your snogging sessions!"

"What is your problem, seriously? Why couldn't you just leave us there, we weren't causing any harm?"

"Myleene, he's a scumbag! Can't you see that?" I said, trying to talk sense into her.

"Why do you care so much, Rose? You like him don't you? Don't deny it, I see the way you look at him in class when his head is turned!" Myleene almost shouted, and the students in the library all turned round to listen.

I flushed with fury. How dare she accuse me of fancing Malfoy! Malfoy, for God's sake! Had she completely lost her sense of sanity?

"What?" I let out a forced laugh, trying to make it seem like I found the idea so ludicrous it was funny.

"Of course I don't fancy Malfoy! Don't you see the way we argue? I hate him, I hate him more than anyone in the school-