The next morning I woke up groggily, and felt sore as I stretched. Yawning I rolled over and saw Draco sleeping peacefully next to me. I smiled softly and crawled over to kiss him gently on the cheek. I blushed as the previous night's escapade went through my mind. I slid out of bed and shivered, looking for my clothes. I found my shirt, and found the first two buttons on the bottom missing.

"Damn it, better luck next time I suppose." I mumbled to myself as I slid into it after shimmying into my bra and undies. Finding my skirt hanging off the edge of the bed, I checked myself in the mirror across the room quickly, sighing.

I walked over to the bed and crawled over to Draco, and shoved his shoulder.

He groaned and rolled over, away from me and I smiled, shoving him again. He said something into the pillow, I rolled my eyes and gave him one great shove, and out of the bed he fell. Head first I might add.

"Bloody hell Rose!" he yelled as he propped himself up and glared at me with tired eyes and shirtless.

I tilted my head and winked, sliding off the bed and holding out my arm to help him up.

He ignored the gesture and got up, and crawled back into the bed. Leaving me to wonder just when he got his boxers back on.

"Fine, stay in bed and be lazy. I have to go, ill see you later love." I said, bending down and kissing his shoulder before I walked out, I heard him yell something inaudible as I walked through the portal with a sly smile on my face.

I was sure that I looked a sight, my hair messed up, makeup smudged, and my clothes beyond wrinkled. This was my first time down the infamous walk of shame. Surprisingly enough though, I didn't feel all that ashamed.

The air was crisp and cool as I walked calmly down the familiar hallways, some of the portraits still asleep. I looked out a window and saw that the sun had just barely risen in the currently grey sky. There was a huge swarm of crows tearing out of the forbidden forest. There were so many that for a moment it was as though they could cover up the entire sky.

I felt goose bumps on the back of my neck and hurried my pace, eager to get back to the safety of my nice warm and plush bed.

My foot steps stirred some of the portraits and I got scolded several times on the way to the painting of the fat lady. When I called out to her she rolled out of the chair she is normally seated in, causing a slight commotion. She sat up slowly, rather flustered and pursed her lips upon seeing me standing in front of her impatiently.

"And what are you doing outside the common room at such early hours?" she questioned sternly.

"I somehow fell asleep trying to do research for my potions essay." I said with a shrug, and uneasy smile.

I suppose she believed it because she made a few tsk'ing noises and asked me the password after muttering "poor girl" to herself. I sleepily answered and yawned while walking into the common room, nearly tripping a stool that somebody had kicked into the middle of the room, quite and inconvenience. I stumbled over to the comfy red couch in front of the fireplace and lay down, hoping to catch a few more hours until the talk with Josephine.

Sleep came readily and I found myself in a familiar grove, wearing an equally familiar ensemble.

"This again? Really? Well I suppose it could be worse, I could be having the nightmare with the purple snails again."

"Should I wonder about the meaning behind such a dream?" I heard a humor filled voice ask from behind.

I spun around and felt my breathe catch in my throat, at the sight of the God Apollo, wearing a Grecian male toga, with arrows on his back and a bow in his hand.

"What a pleasure it is to see you again Rose, I was worried I wouldn't have time." He said, taking steps over to me.

"Believe me, the pleasure is totally mine." I said, blushing when I realized once again, what I had meant to keep in my head, came out of my mouth in his presence.

He smiled and I quickly realized he was beside me, then behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder and warm breathe by my ear as my eyes widened and heart rate sped up.

"I saw that you had a very eventful evening last night. And I suppose its only fair to warn you, nothing good can come from a 'relationship' with a mortal. You have such a powerful destiny, and much potential. To waste it with a human is, unheard of." I shuddered as his hand left my shoulder and the space it occupied felt the cruel cold air instead.

I then found myself in an embrace, shocked. How did this guy move so damn fast?

"I as jealous I admit, but I'm quite sure I don't have much competition in that regard. But I fear I must leave you now, once again, things are never as they seem. I suggest keeping a third eye out, and take caution with any unfamiliar endeavors. Until next time."

And with that, I shot up with a start, gasping and covered in a cold sweat.

I looked around, light was pouring in through the windows, and the fire had died. I was all alone and no longer in a warm forest with a dashing, yet manipulative God. But what was he warning me about? A third eye? But I shouldn't be surprised, in all the great novels about great heroes and anything involving an all powerful god, nothing ever came easy. And hints were always coded in riddles. Though I had always suspected it was just the author being cruel and sadistic, messing with their carefully created characters, and of course the reader. Perhaps it was simply the way of the world.

After waking up this second time, I decided I may as well go up to the common room and wake up Josephine. I slid off the couch and stretched, shuddering with my shirt lifted and a cold breeze hit my exposed stomach.

I turned around and briskly walked over to the stairs, looking over my shoulder quickly before ascending the enchanted staircase that would transform into a slide should a guy try and climb it.

I tried to slip into the room quietly, and managed to actually do so successfully. I crept over to Josephine's bed, only to find it surprisingly empty.

"What the hell?" I asked myself, walking over the bathroom to see if she was up already. But the messy restroom was completely empty, save for me.

"Well, this is creepy."

Was this what Apollo was trying to tell me in the dream?