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The lyrics are by Vertical Horizon "Everything You Want"

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

Bridget hummed lightly to herself, though she felt as if she was screaming. Silence, aside from her voice, engulfed the room where she resided, a pout on her face. Suddenly, so quickly she couldn't remember how, Bridget's life had fallen to pieces.

Voldemort's threats rang though her head, a constant reminder that Draco was right, she was in trouble. While there was no guessing what the Dark Lord would do next, Bridget could certain nothing good would come out of it. She would lose everything, that is, if she hadn't already.

She'd kissed Harry.

She'd kissed Harry James Potter while she was dating Seth McMillan, a boy that Harry Potter did not get along with in the least.

Was that why Harry kissed her back? Because he'd definitely kissed back and her lips tingled at the memory. Was it out of spite that they'd done what they did, or could Harry possibly feel anything of that nature towards her.

Did she felt hat way about him?

The answer should have been clear. If Bridget had kissed him than she must like him! Yet, her whole body ached in denial. It wasn't possible for her to fancy her father's worst enemy. It was by luck that they even became friends and expecting anything more would be crazy talk.

Bridget stood, gathering her bag as she headed off to class. She hadn't been in a while it seemed, and it would be a good excuse to get her mind off things. Of course, it was shame you could think while walking.

What was she going to do about Seth, Bridget wondered. She liked her boyfriend, of course, but could she trust herself to be faithful? Obviously not. Bridget wouldn't allow herself to do that to Seth and hopefully from now on Harry would be more careful as well.

Bridget entered transfiguration and sat next to Draco in the back, biting her lip with nerves. She couldn't tell what her emotions were saying, where they started or ended, but she couldn't find any regret for kissing Harry, aside from the fact that she was going to have to tell Seth now.

"How was the meeting?" Draco hissed, pulling her out of her thoughts. Bridget frowned, the time spent with Voldemort weighing heavily down upon her, though it felt like it was a lifetime away. Was that why she'd kissed Harry? Was it out of defiance for her father?

"It was normal," she told her cousin, shrugging.

"Oh thanks for the info," Draco mumbled sarcastically, turning to face McGonagall.

"I already explained it to Harry. If you want to know so bad go ask him," she snapped on impulse, though immediately regretted it. She shouldn't have brought him up; Draco would know something was up now. Bridget squirmed uncomfortably.

"What happened?" he repeated. "With Potter, I mean."

"I kissed him," she confessed, finding no harm in telling her cousin. She had to tell somebody, too. Keeping it bottled up inside of her wasn't turning out so well and maybe Draco could give her some clarity.

"Who'd you kiss?" Ron hissed, turning around. Bridget jumped, having not noticed her friend sat right in front of her, or that he'd been listening on the conversation.

"None of her concern, Weasel," Draco retorted in an attempt to block him from the conversation. Bridget, somehow having lost the ability to control her tongue, blurted it out once more, for the second time that day.

"Harry."

"What?" Ron whispered, her eyes widening.

"Keep it quiet and I'll tell you about it later. Now turn around before McGonagall starts taking points," Bridget demanded, waving away her friend. Ron scowled, turning back to the front of the room and mumbling.

"I should have known."

Bridget turned her attention back to Draco, who was staring at her with a look of disbelieve on his face. Bridget's face crumpled and she buried her face in her hands.

"You kissed Potter? That's pretty low, even for you."

"I know," Bridget cried. "What am I going to do? I have a boyfriend!"

"Look, just try to forget about it," Draco suggested. "After class I'll play you in Quidditch."

"Harry plays quidditch," Bridget countered, avoiding the topic of the magical sport.

"Wow, Bee-"

"I'm sorry!" she sighed, laying her head down on her desk in shame. She'd really made a mess of things this time.

--

"How's Bridget?" Hermione asked that morning, blissfully ignorant to the events that had happened the night before.

"Fine," Harry squeaked, wishing Hermione could talk about something else.

"So You-Know-You didn't…?" she trailed off.

"No. She's fine," Harry assured, though his voice faltered. He hadn't fully realized until that morning the extent of what had happened the night before. It sounded so strange when he thought about it, the fact that Bridget had kissed him. The whole idea was crazy, the equivalent to Ron becoming a pop star.

Yet, Harry had enjoyed the kiss, being wanting the kiss, was not completely repulsed by the kiss.

Harry shook his head. He wasn't going to be the type of guy who went after other mate's girlfriends, even if they were Bridget Riddle. It was no secret she was different, eccentric, special. If he was her boyfriend, which he wasn't, Harry would probably be just as overprotective as Seth was.

He diverted his attention then, from the girl he'd kissed just last night. He'd think about something else, another girl, possibly. Had Hermione said that Sam liked him? She was year younger, but very pretty and certainly nice. She was normal enough as well. Perhaps he'd try things with her and in no time Bridget would be forgotten, just a mistake in the past.

Yes, it sounded like a very good plan to Harry.

--

Bridget's body felt hot, like there were snakes of fire twisting and turning all through her. Anxiety was controlling her movements, which were jerky and disconnected. If only she could go back in time and not kiss Harry than maybe everything would be alright. This mess would be gone and she could worry about more important things, like Voldemort.

With the memory of Harry's lips on hers, though, it was hard to concentrate on her father. It was hard to concentrate on anything, really.

"Are you still dating Seth?" Ron asked, catching up with Bridget. She turned to face him, running a hand through her hair, a familiar desperate look on her face.

"Yes."

"But if you kissed Harry-"

"Exactly," Bridget wined, throwing her hands in the air. At the same time her books fell to the floor, for she had forgotten she was holding them. A blush crept on her face as she bent to pick them up, ignoring Ron's snickering.

"Smooth."

"That never happened."

"You could say that," Ron said slowly, a sly look appearing on his face. "About Harry, I mean. Seth doesn't have to know."

"What?" Bridget asked, blinking.

"Just pretend it never happened," Ron suggested.

"But it did happen and if I didn't tell Seth it would be wrong!"

"Exactly," Ron said smugly. "So you have to tell him."

"I know, but how?" Bridget questioned, in disdain.

"Well, like this," Ron's face then got high and squeaky. "Seth, love, I am so madly in love with Harry that we have to break up!"

"I don't sound like that," Bridget said dryly, glaring. "And I think there's a bit more to it than that."

"I'm not seeing it."

"Hermione's right, you do have the emotional capacity of a teaspoon."