I felt a lurch in my stomach. Why had I brought this up? Of course Rose would want to hear all about it and would, without a doubt, have some very interesting interpretations for me. But I didn't really want this to get back to Fiona and Carrie... That would be most undesirable.

"You have to promise something first."

Rose raised an eyebrow, "And what would that be?"

"Do not tell Fiona and Carolina, please."

"Of course! I do so solemnly swear," she hissed. "Now, out with it!"

"Alright, well, I guess these have been, ah, plaguing me since about the time Oliver decided to force me to go to Hogsmeade with him, you know, and, er, well..."

Rose sighed and leaned closer to me. "Look, Rue, we've all had, you know, shagging dreams and whatnot. I'm not going to judge you if you're dreaming of fu-"

"What?" I interrupted her. "No, I'm not having those kinds of dreams, Rose! Please, don't... Don't finish that sentence."

She held in a laugh. Completely bonkers, I swear.

"You going to continue, or am I going to have to guess what you've been dreaming about?"

"Right, umm," I paused, running the end of my quill against my lips, "well, as it were, I've been dreaming of snogging him an awful lot. But it's not me that's snogging him, it's another me... Dream Rue, if you will. But she enjoys it. She likes being with Wood. It's... disgusting."

"Well, what exactly happens? I need a little more to go off of."

"So, for instance, sometimes we're flying together or we're just around the castle places. No matter where we are, though, he always turns to me, I mean, er, Dream Rue and snogging ensues."

Rose nodded, appearing to be deep in thought as I continued with more specifics.

"Oh, a good example: the other night I dreamt that I was at Honeydukes, right? And I was getting the usual, but you lot weren't around, which is odd, and I had just finished paying for my candies when his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me to the back. Mind you, I've never been in the back of the store, but I'm just assuming Dream Rue has, and he," I paused, biting my lip. This was so embarrassing.

"Continue," Rose whispered.

I cleared my throat and scooted my chair closer to her. I looked around the library to be sure no one was listening.

"Well, erm, he pushed me against the wall, and erm... Snogging and, uh, fondling occurred shortly thereafter," I finished in a whisper.

Rose nodded knowingly. I watched her expectantly, awaiting the analysis.

"Right, so," she leaned back in her chair, no longer speaking in a whisper, "it would seem that Dream Rue is really the manifestation of your innermost, subconscious wishes."

I gawked at her.

"Dream Rue is doing what Rue-Rue really wants, but cannot for fear that she will be humiliated for fancying her 'worst enemy', as you so often claim. So, you are the one who wants to ravage the bloke but you just cannot find an acceptable way to do so, which leads to Dream Rue fulfilling such desires while Rue in real life is often insufferable."

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. I hadn't expected it to be this bad. Some mate I've got.

"Rue, to be perfectly blunt, you want his wood," she paused. "If you catch my drift."

At that, my jaw dropped and I stared at Rose, making incoherent noises as I grew more and more upset.

Rose smirked. "It looks like my work here is done."

I gathered my things and stalked out of the library.

I decided to hole up in the kitchens for a while, mostly because the best way to bury your troubles is by eating, or so my uncle claimed. I stuffed my mouth with potato and glared at page 47 of my Ancient Runes textbook. I'd read the same sentence about twenty times now, and my mood after my horrifying conversation with Rose had not improved at all.

I groaned and angrily stabbed at a slice of potato on my plate. I finally got it to stick on my fork and was about to bring it to my mouth when the portrait hole opened. I jumped to my feet, quickly bringing the fork in front of me, holding it as a weapon. As it were, I had whipped my fork up so fast that the potato on it went flying and hit a house elf on the head. I panicked and hurried to the small creature.

"Oh, bloody hell, I'm sorry!" I gushed, hesitantly reaching out to the poor whimpering thing that looked on the verge of tears. I awkwardly grabbed at the potato slice and peeled it off, stepping back and holding it at arms length. I looked to see who was now laughing at me and snorted: Tristan Gwinnett, Gryffindor sixth year. I tossed the slice at him, and it hit him square in the chest.

"Hey, now. That wasn't very nice, Rue."

I smirked. "That's what you get for scaring me and making me attack a house elf."

"Ah, well, a just punishment, I suppose! What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Avoiding my mates. You?"

He smiled wryly, "Same. Oliver stormed into our dormitory angry about something and the rest of us scattered. You didn't do anything to upset him, did you?"

"Not that I'm aware of, no."

"Well, in that case, mind if I join you?"

I looked into his dark brown eyes and flashed him one of my most dazzling smiles, an idea popping into my head. "By all means."

Well, there's an update for you! Thanks to OhTex for helping me out/being an inspiration, and I do hope this chapter didn't disappoint! As usual, everything that you recognize from the Harry Potter Universe belongs to Jo Rowling; that which you do not belongs to me. Speaking of Harry Potter Universe... I'm going to the park in August! I'm so excited. Not that you care... But anyway, PLEASE, OH PLEASE REVIEW. I will love you forever and always. Expect chapter eleven tomorrow. Oh, and a shout-out will go to whoever can spot the Disney movie reference I made... Humbly yours.