I wanted to sleep.

I wanted to run to the dorm, fall on my bed (or, at least, the nearest one), and sleep the rest of the day.

But I had things to do before I could ever fall asleep. I rested my body against the stone wall, closing my eyes, and made a mental list.

1. Go back to the dorm and take of this dress.

2. Find Adrian and ask him if anything... went on between us last night.

I let out a puff of air and continued along the corridors and when I saw the Fat Lady I practically ran to her. I gave her the password in a rush and hurried inside.

The common room, to my surprise, was almost completely cleaned and back to normal. There were still a few hungover witches and wizards waking groggily, but otherwise you could never tell what went on just hours before.

I walked past all of them and up the stairs to the girl's dorm. The room, to my surprise, was empty. Well, except for one witch.

Bridget was sitting on her bed, barefoot, still in her purple dress. Her knees were pulled up to her chest and she was staring blankly out the window.

"Bridge," I said quietly. She didn't budge. I moved across the room and took a seat beside her.

"Are you alright?" I asked. She looked at me now, a shadow of guilt and sadness in her chestnut eyes.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" I was getting worried now.

She squeezed her knees tighter to her body. "I..." She almost said something, but shut her mouth.

"What happened? Please tell me." I pressed. Sheesh, what's with all these interrogations lately?

She sighed and let go of her legs, letting them hang over the edge of the bed. "Yeah... something happened."

I looked at her, waiting for her to continue. She opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again, saying,

"I had sex last night."

I was shocked into silence.

All of us in our group of friends, except Adrian and, I suspected, Kenna, were virgins.

Did she just... did I hear her right?

"Wait, wha-? What... with- with who?" I managed, turning my body fully to face her.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "The person in the world I would least like to have sex with."

I racked my brain, but I was too hungover to think straight, even after the potion Remus gave me.

She finally just told me. "I slept with Angus."

No way.

No way in hell would Bridget, stubborn and witty and proud Bridget Goodwin, ever sleep with Angus, arrogant and charming and admittedly sexy Angus Aguistin.

She hated his guts.

Or maybe... I didn't know as much about my friends as I thought I did.

"Oh god, Bridget. You can't be serious." Not very supportive, I know, but I couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Unfortunately, I am," She muttered bitterly.

"It was a mistake," she continued, "a drunken mistake. There was no love, no affection, no sleeping in each other's arms. We snuck into the Room of Requirement, fucked, and he left."

Then she laughed, a short humorless bark. "But did I expect it to be anything more? Of course not."

And she put her head in her hands and burst into tears.

I hugged her to me and rubbed her back soothingly. I imagined how awful this must be. For her to imagine for all her life giving her first time to someone she loved, and to lose it unexpectedly in a drunken haze...

So much had happened because of that party.

It felt like our whole world had turned to shit in just one night.

I finally got out of that stupid dress.

Bridget was asleep in her bed and I was on my way outside, where she said she'd last seen Adrian.

I had a hunch where I might find him.

It turned out I was right; he was next to the lake in the same place he'd drawn me.

I silently came up behind him, looking at the curve of his back through his shirt and the mess of his hair. When he didn't use a straightening charm it dried into little black curls and waves, which was how it looked now.

I secretly found it adorable.

He turned around and didn't look surprised when he noticed me.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi," he echoed, patting the empty spot next to him. I sat down, making sure I wasn't too close to him but not too far away either.

"You feeling ok?" He asked.

I didn't look at him for fear of doing or saying something idiotic. "Yeah, I'm better now. It was awful when I woke up."

I asked, "Are you ok?"

I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye. "I'm fine," he confirmed, then chuckled, "It never gets better, but you get used to it."

I wondered how many times he'd been drunk, how many one night stands he'd had. I didn't ask though; it felt too personal.

And maybe I was afraid of the answer.

He threw a stone into the water. The result was an anticlimatic plunk.

The silence was too much.

"Adrian?" I said finally, turning my head to look at him. He faced me too, and I met his eyes.

"Yes?" He prompted. I think he knew what was coming.

"Last night... you know, at the party... I was wondering- well, I can't remember... uh..."

I swallowed. "Did we... have sex?"

His expression didn't change. "No," he responded, turning his head to the lake to throw another rock.

"But," he said. My heart caught in my throat. "We did do this."

And then he kissed me.

His lips were soft and cool, right on mine. They felt familiar somehow.

Adrian kissed me.

Everything else in the world stopped in its tracks.

It took me a moment to overcome my shock to close my eyes and kiss him back.

It was over as soon as it had started.

I pulled back slowly and opened my eyes. I met his right away.

"That wasn't our first kiss," he said, very quietly.

I bit my lip. "I don't want this to ruin us. Can we still be friends?"

Our faces were still just inches apart. He leaned back and settled in his former position, looking out at the lake and tossing in another stone.

"Of course we can, don't worry. We were drunk. It meant nothing."

For some reason, that hurt.

No wonder kissing him felt familiar. We must have kissed last night.

But why was the feel of his lips was the only thing I could remember...?