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A/N: Oh my! It's the chapter we've all been waiting for...Sort of. Not paticularly.

There was not a particular reason for Harry to be roaming the halls of Hogwarts so late at night, other than the fact that he had not seen Bridget since this morning. All day worry had distracted him, the thought of what she was probably facing right now sending chills up his spine. He'd been so light hearted when he saw in the morning, cocky and arrogant, but now he was practically pulling his hair out with fret. He'd not realized he cared for the girl so much until now.

While Bridget remained elusive, lost in the word of Lord Voldemort, Harry had seen Seth. The boy, who should have been quiet cheerful about the alleged day he spent with his girlfriend, seemed downhearted. Was it worry that plagued his mind, or could it be something more, something that had happened during the day?

"Who's there?" a voice called into the night and Harry winced, recognizing it at once. Professor Snape was roaming the halls and Harry berated himself for coming only in cloak and without the map. It wasn't as if Snape could see him, but being within proximity of the slimy git could cause enough trouble in itself.

"Sorry, Professor," a female voice whispered from behind him and Harry had to struggle not to turn around so quickly that the cloak flew up. He saw Bridget then, emerging from the shadows.

"Oh, it is just you," Snape said, settling down as if it were normal for the blonde to be wandering the halls at night. Harry realized then that he must have known she was meeting Voldemort that night. He could have been expecting her for all Harry knew.

"Who were you expecting?" Bridget teased, laughing quietly. Her voice seemed weak, though she didn't appear to be hurt. It wasn't like Harry would know, anyway. She wouldn't limp from pain if she was.

"Nobody," Snape said, his eyes hardening in a glare. "You should be in bed."

"Off to my dorm I go," Bridget hummed, starting past Snape.

"Your respective dorm," he added. Bridget frowned, turning on her heal and walking past towards Harry. Snape eyed her carefully to make sure she was heading in the right direction before sweeping his cloak and walking away.

Harry too the moment to job after Bridget, pulling his own cloak off.

"Hey," he breathed, keeping step with her.

"What are you doing up?" she asked, turning to face him in shock. "And where did you come from?"

Harry grinned mischievously, holding up the cloak for her to see. Her eyes widened, if that was possible, before reaching out to touch the material, letting it flow between her fingers.

"Couldn't sleep," Harry confessed with a shrug. Bridget smirked, linking arms with him as they began walking.

"Oh, I see."

"Please stop smirking like that. I can't stop myself from seeing Malfoy," Harry groaned, squinting his eyes.

"Oh and it just breaks your heart knowing he's not near, doesn't it?" Bridget cooed, ruffling his hair in delight. Harry winced, elbowing her.

"Never allude to that again," he warned, staring straight ahead with a glare set tightly on his face.

"I'll try."

A comfortable silence then came upon the two, the only sound being their footsteps as they trotted quietly towards Bridget's room. A serious air had overcome their joking manner, though, and Bridget knew what was coming next. Her heart twisted, hoping he'd just let the subject drop.

"How was the meeting?" he asked, proving that all of Bridget's wishing was to no avail.

"Like all the other ones," she told him, her voice no higher than a whisper. She seemed sad about something, though perhaps she was always sad after seeing her father. Harry remembered the last time they'd met, early in the morning, after she'd given him a visit.

Perhaps, Harry should have let this fact shake his trust, but she'd been so open and honest about the visit. Had her father been anybody else she wouldn't have gone to see Voldemort. There was a trust Harry held with her, and though it had developed slow it was strong. She could visit him all she wanted, but as long as she stayed on Harry's side that trust would never falter.

He only feared for her, because it took so long for her to return to normal after seeing him.

"Did he hurt you, like last time?" Harry questioned, looking her over once more.

"No," Bridget assured him. "He tried to but it wouldn't have made a difference."

"So he found out then?"

"Yeah. It was inevitable, but guess who I did see?" she asked, quickly changing the subject.

"Who?"

"Wormtail."

"Oh," Harry hissed, gritting his teeth. The name brought pure fury boiling in his veins, the urge to kill the foul traitor strong.

"He was an idiot, didn't even know who I was. So I told him I was you."

"And he believed it?" Harry snorted, momentarily forgetting his hate.

"I don't know, but I think he was considering," Bridget laughed, covering her mouth.

"I can't believe my parents were ever friends with that slimy git," Harry growled.

"I know. He just doesn't seem the type."

"So how was your day with Seth?" Harry inquired, once more changing the subject to save them from more silences and unwanted questions. Perhaps they could maintain a normal conversation without argument, though that was doubtful now that Harry had brought up her boyfriend.

"Fine," Bridget said, smiling as she turned to face him. They'd reached her room and now stood in front of it, staring at each other. Time seemed to slow as Harry smiled at her, his bright green eyes shining with a happiness Bridget did not recognize he had before.

He ruffled his hair nervously, a light laugh escaped his lips. Bridget stared at them for a moment before her eyes returned to meet his. Without knowing what she was doing, Bridget reached out her hand to touch his hair, which was soft from the castle air and messy from a long day of fret.

"It's so messy," she sighed, stepping closer to him. Her motions were slow as she let his shaggy her flow through her fingertips, much like she had with the invisibility cloak just a few minutes before.

She felt warm, the heat that could only from a boy reaching her skin as she realized just how close she and Harry were. He was staring at her arm, watching as she touched him so delicately, like he was precious heirloom.

If it was possible, time seemed to slow even more as she brought her hand down from his hand, resting it on his shoulder. Then, without thinking, she stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips lightly to his.

The moment was short, though it felt like it lasted a lifetime as Harry immediately responded to her touch, his lips moving in time with hers. Like life was in slow motion Bridget pulled away, her eyes closed, and licked her lips, savoring the taste of Harry.

He stared at her in wonder and they relished those last moments post-kiss where reality had not yet kicked in.

Eventually it did, though, and reality kicked hard.

"Shit."

"Today just isn't your day," Harry drawled, shrugged.

"I have a boyfriend. Why didn't you stop me?" she demanded, pointing a finger at him in accusation.

"Excuse me?" Harry shrieked, crossing his arms. Bridget ran a hand through her hair.

"You could of pushed me off or something," Bridget seethed.

"What difference would it have made? Don't go blaming this on me because it is you who kissed me first!" Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation. They were not going to fight about this because Harry did not do anything wrong.

"I have to go," she mumbled, fear glowing bright in her eyes as she retreated into her room, slamming the door in Harry's face. Harry stared at the wood blankly, replaying what had happened in his mind.

It had been so fast, though time had moved so slow when it happened, and Harry felt as if he'd had an out of body experience. It couldn't have been him that kissed another mate's girlfriend, could it? Plus, he didn't feel like that towards Bridget. She was his friend and hardly that; had they really just ruined everything?

Why, exactly, had he kissed back then? He wasn't going to deny that he enjoyed it, either. She was so warm on his lips, so close to his body, her hands sending shivers down his spine…

Nothing made sense anymore.