I sat there gasping for air, looking around the room wildly, until it finally registered that I was in fact, in my room and that it had all been a dream. A very vivid, lucid dream, but a dream none the less. And honestly, the idea of Apollo visiting me? I'm sure he had plenty of other fair maidens with a little less drama to worry about. So now that I had came to the conclusion that Apollo had better things to do, I noticed a cold lump in my hand. I looked down and opened my fist, and gasped again when I saw the amulet. I tossed it onto the bed and tensed, waiting for the horrid burning sensation, only to not feel it occur. I looked at my hand again, to see it UN scarred, then looked back to the stone.
"What the hell?" I murmured, as I reached over, and gently tapped the stone, recoiling immediately in fear of the burn. But I didn't feel even a slight warmth.
I touched it again, letting my fingers linger on the smooth surface a couple seconds longer than the first attempt. I finally took a deep breathe, deciding it was time to be a big girl, and scooped up the amulet in my hand, my jaw dropping slightly as I stared at it, trying to ascertain whether it was the real stone or not.
I traced its grooves with the tip of my index finger, wondering just what had happened. I remembered my dream and him putting the amulet in my hand, as the god of prophesy I suppose this is definitely a sign.
That night I never went back to sleep, I stayed awake held the amulet to my chest and thought. I thought about Draco, I thought about the upcoming war, I thought about harry and what he must be going through, Josephine, and then I thought of Apollo. How he was able to wipe my mind just with his presence, the warmth that radiated from him, and yet, as I thought about it, something seemed slightly off. I wasn't very well versed in Greek beliefs and religions, so I would have to spend the day in the library.
Soon the sun climbed into view, and the moon retreated into the darkness to bring night to another land. I climbed out of bed, brushed my teeth and spritzed my perfume. I quickly ran my fingers through my hair, slid into my cleanest uniform, sighed as I stepped into my Mary Janes, and grabbed my bag as I headed downstairs sans makeup.
I made my way to breakfast quietly, the amulet now dangling on its leather strap around my neck. The paintings on the walls were either just waking up or carrying on light hearted conversations with their neighbors, blissfully ignorant of the wars going on in my mind. Walking into breakfast I was a little surprised to see the golden trio already there, talking in hushed whispers. Curious, I walked over and smiled genuinely as they all looked up, a little bit startled at my intrusion.
"Sorry if I interrupted anything, but there aren't a lot of people here already and I didn't feel like sitting alone." I said sheepishly, as I shrugged my bag from my shoulder and sat it next to me on the bench.
"you didn't interrupt anything, we were just talking about the upcoming hogs Meade trip." Hermione lied quickly, as Harry and Ron nodded quickly, probably grateful at her ability to conjure stories from seemingly out of no where.
I on the other hand rolled my eyes and leaned in, looking them all in the eyes and said, "we all know that is a load of bull. You can trust me, I roomed with you at the order for crying out loud." The last part directed at Hermione who blushed a little and looked at harry pleadingly.
"Um, we don't know what you're talking about." Ron insisted, his ears turning a bright red.
"Please guys, I'm not an outsider. And harry, you know as well as I do that you need me. And if I'm not in the loop, how can I possibly help?" I stared Harry down, when finally he sighed and nodded his head in agreement, though I could see it was tormenting him.
"Why do we need your help?" Ron asked.
I then remembered, none of the besides harry and I knew my purpose. They didn't know why I had been at the Order, they didn't know that the amulet around my neck was more than some bauble I had picked up at a yard sale. So I gulped down a glass of pumpkin juice and told them the condensed story of my purpose, and just because it was still nagging me, I mentioned the dream with Apollo.
"Apollo himself came to you? Well that is either very good, or very, very bad." Hermione said with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Why would it be bad? He's trying to help." I said, cocking my head to the side in confusion, a mannerism I had picked up from years of being Josephine's best friend.
"Apollo is a somewhat, fickle god, I suppose you could say. He loves to court pretty girls and win them over, but in turning them down you could invoke serious anger from him. So if he is personally visiting you, and from the sounds of your dream, it seems you his new interest or, target."
I sat there, when finally I laughed a loud barking laugh.
"Apollo? The sun god of prophesy and Merlin knows what else, interested in me? That is quite unlikely Hermione. No offense." I smiled as I sipped some more pumpkin juice.
"Well it makes sense, the amulet gives you power which makes you more interesting than most humans, you are quite beautiful, which would appeal to his well, lust, and well, that's about all he needs I think." Hermione said, leaning in making me believe her a little bit more.
"I suppose your right. But he gave me a warning, a sign. And im not going to ignore it, or any others he sends just because there is a slight possibility of him wanting something." I said indignantly.
The rest of the day was crappy, Snape took away five points because I dropped my book, my potion exploded, and I lost my charms homework. By the time I was walking to the common room at the end of the day, I was exhausted and at the end of my rope. I was close to ripping the head off any unfortunate should who crossed my path at that moment.
"Rose!" I tensed when I heard my name, not in the mood for socializing. I turned around and froze again, seeing Draco walk over with his smirk in place. But it wasn't the smirk or his presence that made me freeze, it was his appearance. His hair was disheveled, his clothes a mess. He was paler than usual and he had dark circles under his eyes. I ran over and put my hands on the side of his face, inspecting him. His lips were chapped as well, and he was skinnier.
"What have you done to yourself?" I asked in disbelief.
"Nothing, I've just been working on some things." He said dismissively.
He wrapped an arm around me and led me down another corridor, as I tried to find out what he had been up to.
"Draco, if it's a secret you can tell me, it's not like I have anyone who would be interested to know."
He sent me a sideways look with a raised eyebrow that made me smile sheepishly at the little lie.
"Ok, I know a lot of people who would be interested, but that is beside the point. Please tell me." I pleaded, when Draco stopped in front of a door, the room of requirement.
We walked in and inside it looked like a replica of his room. I had caught a glimpse of it while I was at his mansion two summers back. Hardwood floors, a large oak sleigh bed, green tapestries and a comfortable leather chair tucked away in the corner.
I walked over to the bed and crawled under the covers, the satin pillow soft against my cheek. I smiled childishly at Draco who rolled his eyes and walked over and crawled in next to me.
"Can I help you?" I asked, pulling the cotton sheet to my chin with a childlike grin on my face.
"I don't know can you?" he said with an amused smirk on his face.
"nope, don't think I can. Now go get your own bed." I said as I curled up into the sheets, they were thin but since the outermost ones were silk it was still warm.
"I don't think I will." He said, wrapping and arm around my waits and pulling me over until I was lying on top of him, his arms wrapped around me, and my hands on his chest as I propped myself up like the sphinx.
"You're such a Meany." I said, bending my head down and kissing him lightly.
"And you're a tease." He then rolled over so I was on my back and he was straddling my hips as I laughed.
We slowly began to kiss, each one becoming more and more demanding than the last. But all my fears had slid out the window this morning. I had resolved myself to being as close to Draco as I could. If there was one person in this world I needed to be able to count on, it was my husband. No matter the circumstances of our marriage.
It wasn't like all those books and romance novels said it was like, sure, it as fun and passionate, but the clothes didn't just magically slide off and disappear. We fumbled around, and at one point had to stop completely to get off his pants since the buckle of his belt got caught on my skirt. (sure the skirt would come off anyways, but I needed to wear it again and didn't want a rip) It was also very painful at first, but it did subside soon and it felt amazing. But we were clumsy and awkward, but that was what made it so memorable. Sure, I don't remember everything that happened since it all seemed to blend together, but the experience was memorable. And I was not ashamed in the end. I was liberated, and when I fell asleep, Apollo didn't bother to pay me a visit.
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