Chapter 12

Admissions of the heart are a wonderful thing that will always surprise us. Admissions of the heart will let a mother know that she is indeed ready to have a baby. Admissions of the heart let a young man know when is the exact time to ask the love of his life to take his hand in marriage and become his wife. Admissions of the heart let a young woman finally realize what man she should truly be with. Most of the time admissions of the heart can be a blessing, but to a small part of our population it can be a curse and a slap in the face.


Bridget woke up laying next to someone and she groaned. She must have forgotten to lock the door again and Blaise had crawled in bed with her. Great, she really didn't want to have sex with him this early in the morning.

"Morning beautiful," someone rolled over to kiss her on the forehead.

Bridget's eyes bugged out as she knew that voice and when Bridget opened her eyes she saw none other than Oliver Wood. That's when it all came back to her, "Oliver!" Bridget's eyes got huge and she then tightened the blanket around her body when she realized the both of them were naked.

He chuckled and pulled her close to him and Bridget felt goose bumps all over her body. "Last night was wonderful," Oliver said kissing the back of her head. "I really missed you."

"Me too," Bridget said as things began to swarm all in her head. Then she turned back to look at him, "What time is it?"

"I don't know," Oliver said pulling her closer. "What does it matter?"

"Oliver," Bridget said with a stern tone in her voice.

"Fine," Oliver sighed as he rolled over to look at his watch on the bedside table. "Ten."

"In the morning!" Bridget's eyes got wide.

"No at night."

Bridget got up and took the blanket with her.

"Where are you going?"

She ignored him and waved her wand at the Alice in Wonderland costume and it turned into a jogging suit. She then took the hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair up into a ponytail.

"Bridget where the hell are you going!" Oliver asked a bit hurt and confused as he sat up in bed.

"I have got to get home…"

"Home? This should be your home here with me…"

"Oliver please don't start," Bridget sighed as she slipped on socks and tied up her tennis shoes.

"I am serious Bridget, last night was magical."

"Oliver no," she shook her head. "I took an oath in front of God, Merlin, my family, and friends."

"They would all agree that your husband is slime and you should be with me."

"Last night should not have happened I am a married woman."

Oliver got up, "Don't go back."

A single tear fell down her porcelain face, "I have to." She disapparated.


Bridget apparated to the lake right beside the property line and dabbed water from the lake on her forehead, hairline, and collar line on her shirt. She then began to run back to the front door of the Zambini Manor.

"Bridget!" Blaise yelled as he came off of the front porch as he saw Bridget running up to the front of the house. "Where have you been?"

"What does it look like?" Bridget pointed to the lake water that she had dabbed all over herself that was now joined with a bit of her own perspiration.

"You have been jogging?"

"You sound surprised," Bridget rolled her eyes as she began to walk up the porch.

"I am."

"Why?" Bridget said turning to him.

"Mother was attending to Autumn all night last night, she miscarried Neville's child."

"Great for the both of them."

Blaise went on, "I was doing duties all night long."

"Being a Death Eater," Bridget rolled her eyes going to walk in the house.

"Where are you going?"

"Take a shower, I reek."

"I want to apologize," Blaise said grabbing on to Bridget's hand. This and the sincerity in his voice surprised her a lot.

"Why?"

"I got home extremely early this morning and Star said that you were sleeping."

"Yes," Bridget lied. "I fell asleep early, Ginny was dragging me from store to store. I got home took a long bubble bath and told Star to hold all of my mail or guests I wanted to sleep."

"When I got up I went to talk to you and it looked as if your bed hadn't been slept in."

"She must have made it as soon as I came outside to run."

"Must have, I just thought…"

"What?" Bridget asked.

"Thought you would have been in bed with Wood last night."

"Well you were wrong," Bridget lied. "You should not think the worst of me just because you committed adultery. Just because you did that doesn't mean I will."

"I know," Blaise nodded. Bridget left in on the porch with her throat totally dried out. She couldn't believe she had actually gotten away with that and Blaise not demand he get sex from her.


Ginny was cooking dinner when she heard the doorbell rang, "Harry!"

"Got it," Harry yelled back as he sat James down in his playpen.

Harry opened the door and found a fallen Oliver Wood.

"Wood? What are you doing here?"

"You are the only friend I truly have," Oliver sighed.

"One guess, my sister."

"How did you…"

"It's always Bridget, come on in."

"Ginny," Harry said closing the front door. "Set the table for an extra person."

"Who's here?" Ginny asked walking out of the kitchen, "Oh hello Oliver." Ginny smiled from ear to ear but when she didn't get a smile back she sighed. "Bridget again?"

"How did you…"

"It's always Bridget," Ginny sighed as she walked back into the kitchen.


At dinner once Harry, Ginny, and Oliver were sat down at the kitchen table. Ginny sat James down in his highchair so that she could feed him too.

"So what has my darling baby sister done now?" Harry asked he began to eat Ginny's scrumptious spaghetti and meatballs.

"I saw her at Cauldron last night."

"What!" Ginny and Harry yelled at the same time.

"Wa?" James copied.

"Eat your food James," Ginny said turning back to her son. "Ouch!"

"What's wrong?" Harry's eyes bugged out.

"One of the babies kicked me really hard."

"Babies?" Oliver asked, "As in plural?"

"Yes," Ginny nodded. "Didn't Harry tell you that we are expecting twins?"

"No," Oliver said shaking his head back and forth. "Is this the twins?"

"I am guessing," Ginny shrugged her shoulders as she rubbed her belly in a loving way.

"Wow," Oliver's eyes widened. "Is it really that close?"

"I am eight and a half months pregnant."

"I can see that."

"I know," Ginny chuckled. "I am twice the size that I was when I was pregnant with James."

"You are also carrying an extra baby."

"So what did Bridget do now?" Ginny said changing the subject, "You said you saw her at Cauldron last night?"

"I can not believe she is going back to that place. He must be driving her so insane that she is going back to not only that club but also to her alcohol and drug abusing." Harry said as he was just going insane.

"No she hasn't gone back to her addictions, I swear. I mean we started dancing and she recognized me immediately."

"She went crazy on you?"

"No Harry she didn't," Oliver shook his head. "We talked and we danced, then we had a couple of drinks together."

"No drugs," Ginny asked.

"I swear."

"Then what happened?"

"We went back to my place by Knight Bus because neither one of us could apparate because we were so wasted. Bridget forgot where the Zambini Manor was…."

"And?" Ginny asked hopefully.

"We slept together."

"Yay!"

"That's gross," Harry's nose curled up.

"Anyways," Ginny rolled her eyes. "Go on."

"Well, as you know we ended up sleeping together and she stayed the night. The next morning she looked shocked to see me laying there next to her and she made up some story and got out of my flat as soon as she could. Have you heard anything from her?"

"No," Ginny shook her head.

"I am afraid that Blaise might have realized she was gone all night and done something to her."

"I'll Floo her now," Ginny said rushing out of the kitchen.


Bridget could not get over how she had lied straight to Blaise's face and he didn't even know that she was lying. Bridget knew herself that she was a horrible liar, and she could never get over with a lie with her family, but Blaise bought it. Then again he didn't truly know her like anyone else.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaise asked as he walked into the parlor, "You have a big smile on your face. In fact all day you have been glowing."

"Can't wait for Ginny to give birth again."

"You know I can't wait for us to have a little baby running around here, I think the sound of little feet would just make my day."

"Sure," Bridget rolled her eyes. "I am going to willingly get pregnant to a man that is a Death Eater, no thanks."

"You married me."

"You lied to me."

"Bridget?"

"That's the fireplace," Bridget said getting up and running to the fireplace to see Ginny's head bouncing up and down in it.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, why?"

"I heard about last…"

"Ginny," Bridget's eyes got big as she realized they were about to talk about her little adventure with Oliver last night. "I can't talk right now…I'll come by and see you tomorrow."

"What!"

"Go away!" Bridget hissed as she walked away from the fireplace.

"What was that about?"

"Ginny doesn't like the baby stuff she bought now and wants me to go with her to exchange the majority of it," Bridget sighed.

"If you don't want to tell her that you don't."

"I can't. She is my best friend and she is carrying Harry's bigheaded children…"

"Children?"

"I mean child…" Bridget tried to lie, she couldn't let her husband know that Ginny would be giving birth to 'the twins,' in a month. "You know first James and now the new baby."

"Right," Blaise nodded. "That's fine, I'll be gone all night."

"Again?"

"What about your mother?"

"Haven't you noticed?" Blaise asked, "She isn't here?"

"Guess I didn't."

"She is staying with Autumn."

"Ah," Bridget nodded. "I don't like staying here in this house alone all night."

"You have Star."

"You know what I mean."

"Then what are you implying?"

"I will probably stay with Bella tomorrow night."

"No," Blaise stood up.

"Excuse me?" Bridget's temper began to rise.

"I don't want you to."

"I don't care," Bridget said getting up to leave and he grabbed her arm to stop her. Without realizing what she was doing her telekinetics kicked in and slung Blaise across the room.

"How do you do that!" Blaise screamed after he was slammed into a wall, a shelf and a plant fell on top of his head.

"What?"

"Every time I touch you, I fly across the room."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Bridget lied as she fled the room.


Bridget had locked herself in her wing of the Zambini Manor, in the room that she had made her own. Bridget and thrown her head under the pillow to take the yelling outside of her bedroom away from her ears.

"Bridget!" Blaise screamed, "Bridget you will open this bloody door!"

"No!"

"You will open this door because I am your husband and you will listen to me!"

"No!"

Then she heard a click and the door slammed open and a nightmare was about to emerge.


Meanwhile…

"What's the matter Ginny?" Harry asked as he watched his confused wife walk back into the kitchen and sit down with the rest of them at the dinner table.

"Is Bridget okay?" Oliver asked as his heart began to race.

"I think so," Ginny bit her lip. "I tried asking her and she said to go away."

"What?" Harry and Oliver looked baffled.

"That's what I thought, but maybe Blaise was in the room with her."

"That would make since," Harry nodded.

"I hope so," Oliver said finishing the last bit of his dinner.


"Stop it!" Bridget screamed as now all of her clothes had been ripped off of her and Blaise was trying to attempt what Neville had done a couple of years ago.

"Shut up, you are my wife!"

"NO!" Bridget screamed and threw Blaise across the room with her telekinetics. As he hit the wall across from her bed, he was knocked out. Bridget's eyes got wide, but she knew she had to get out of here.

Bridget flicked her wand and a suitcase was packed. Bridget soon apparated to her very dear Aunt Arabella's house.


"Ronald!" Adora's eyes got huge and she jumped into his arms. After a long embrace she pulled back and looked up to look straight into his beautiful eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"In Milan?"

"Yes!" She kissed his lips.

"Arabella mentioned that you were in Milan now and I figured that Bridget would have no problem with you staying in her house while you were here."

"Well you were right. I am not only on vacation here either, she wants me to make sure the house is okay and fix any damages."

"I don't understand."

Adora sighed as she got Ron to follow her to the sofa in the living area, "Blaise keeps such a tight string on her that she is never able to come here."

"What?"

"Yes," Adora sighed as she nodded. "He doesn't like it here, so she never gets to come out here. So I told her I would fix any damages out here when I was here. But I have been too busy to fix anything, I do feel a bit guilty about it. "

"How long are you here in Milan?"

"Just for the rest of the month."

"When are you going back home?"

"To my father's house or to Bella's?"

"Well," Ron shrugged. "You never really stay at Anthony's old house when you are home, you are always at Arabella's."

"I know," Adora nodded. "I love my dad's house, but it is so big and I see him everywhere in that house, I hate being there alone. Arabella and Roselyn always love having me home with them, and I love being with them."

"You know of any good restaurants around here?"

"I might, what kind of dress?"

"Defiantly formal."

"I know a few, why?"

"I want to take you out to dinner," Ron smiled and bent down to kiss his girlfriend for almost four years now.

"Alright," Adora said getting up to go change.

"Can you wear something for me?"

"What?" Adora said narrowing her eyes and not really trusting what he would say.

"This," Ron pulled a beautiful engagement ring out of his coat pocket.

Adora's eyes got huge and her mouth dropped to the ground, "Ron?"

"Adora Aimee Potter, will you be my wife?"

"Of course," Adora whispered and Ron embraced her after he slipped the engagement ring on her finger.


"Bri! Bri!" Roselyn yelled as she got up from her coloring books, "Mummy! Mummy, Mummy!"

"I am coming Rose, I am coming." Arabella ran into the living room, "Merlin Rose what is it?"

"Breejit!" Roselyn pointed up at one of her favorite cousins.

"Bridget!" Arabella ran to hug her niece and when she pulled back she saw the look upon Bridget's face, "Merlin love what is wrong?"

"Is Roselyn okay?" Remus asked walking into the living room and also looked surprised to see Bridget, "Hello Bridget."

"Hi," Bridget nodded. She had remembered him as her Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher her second year at Hogwarts but she didn't know she was a Potter before his 'death.' Now that he was back and around Arabella all the time she really didn't know what to say to him.

"Love what is the matter?" Arabella asked Bridget again.

"Can I stay here for a couple of nights?"

"Of course," Arabella hugged her youngest niece tightly. Then she turned to Remus, "Can you please bring Roselyn upstairs, I'll be up in a bit to tuck her in."

"She's already had her bath?"

"Yes," Arabella nodded. "I gave her one while you were at the Weasley's talking to Arthur."

"Okay," Remus nodded and then turned to two and a half year old. "Rosie?"

"Yes?" Roselyn looked up.

"You want to go upstairs with Uncle Remus and play with your toys?"

"Breejet?"

"Not now," Remus shook his head as he lowered down to Roselyn's level. "Just you and me, but I am sure she would love to play with you later on."

"Okay," Roselyn nodded and Remus followed Roselyn up the staircase to her room.

"Sit," Arabella sat down on the sofa and brought her niece along with her. "What is the matter?"

"Where should I start?" Bridget sighed as she threw her face into her hands.

"The beginning."

"Have you talked to Ginny yet?"

"No," Arabella asked giving Bridget an odd look.

"Okay," Bridget nodded. "I am going to tell you something and I don't want you to freak out on me."

"Oh Merlin, Bridget what have you done now?"

"Geez, you make it sound as if I am always up to something."

"Because you always are," Bella shook her head.

"You have got a point there. Anyways, so as you know we all went shopping yesterday with Ginny for the twins."

"Yes."

"Well I didn't go home like I told all of you guys I would."

"What! Are you okay? What happened?" Arabella asked as she began to look for any kinds of bruises, or cuts on Bridget's body.

"I am fine and I was fine yesterday too."

"So what did you do?"

"I went to Cauldron last night."

"You did what!" Arabella yelled as her eyes bugged out.

"Calm down, nothing bad happened.

"No drugs?"

"No drugs."

"No alcohol?"

"Just enough to get me drunk and wake up the next morning in Oliver's bed."

"Oh Merlin," Arabella threw her head back as she began to laugh. "How did you get in his bed!"

"He was at Cauldron, he had been going everyday since he got out from being held captive by Autumn and Neville, hoping one day that I would stop by and he would see me. Well we ran into each other and we had a few drinks and there I was the next morning."

"So what happened with Blaise?"

"He found my bed un-slept in."

"Oh Merlin."

"I told him Star had already made it and I was in a jogging suit outside."

"Did he buy it?"

"Yes."

"So what's the matter?"

"Ginny Flooed me to ask me about it and I told her to go away. Then Blaise asked me what was wrong. I told him Ginny wanted to return a few things and he said that he would be out all day tomorrow again. So I said that I would stay here with you because I hate being home alone and he went crazy. I ran to my wing of the house and locked myself in my room." Bridget began to tear up, "He tried to rape me and I threw him against the wall. Then I Flooed straight over here."

"Oh Bridget," Arabella took her niece in her arms. "You have got to leave him, is this how it has been the whole time?"

"No," Bridget lied. "Can I stay here for a couple of nights?"

"Of course, you can stay in your old room. I need to go tuck Roselyn in to bed, we can talk later on."

"Okay," Bridget nodded as her aunt went upstairs and Bridget went outside to sit on the patio.

As she was swinging back and forth on the porch swing Oliver Wood came walking down the driveway.

"Bridget?" Oliver asked amazed to see Bridget at her Aunt Arabella's house, "What are you doing here?"

"My Aunt lives here, what are you doing here?"

"Remus and I like to keep in touch. We have become really good friends and we were going to have a nightcap tonight."

"Weird that he is still staying here with my aunt, isn't it?"

Oliver shrugged his shoulders, "Even though there laws against the prejudice against Werewolves, there still are lots of people that are very prejudice against Remus. So he still hasn't been able to get a job or a place to live."

"Why doesn't he stay with you?"

"You saw my flat, it's tiny."

"Right," Bridget nodded.

"Can we talk about last night?"

"What is there to talk about?"

Oliver sat on the other side of Bridget, "There is plenty to talk about Bridget. We slept together last night."

"Yes and you have to point out how much of a slut I am, don't you?"

"Bridget?"

"What!" She snapped.

"You are not a slut."

"Yes I am."

"I love you."

"Don't start that now Oliver…"

"Okay," Oliver said getting up off of the porch swing.

Bridget turned to watch him get up and as she turned her head to look at him, Oliver bent down to kiss Bridget again. To his surprise she didn't pull back.

"Bridget! Bridget!" Arabella yelled running outside and when she got to her niece she saw Oliver and Bridget both flushed, it was very obvious to see what had just happened. "What's going on here?"

"Nothing," Bridget lied. "What did you want?"

"Ron proposed to Adora!"