When the feast was ended, Bridget gathered up her things and headed towards the exit, not entirely knowing where she was going.

"Hey, wait up," Hermione said as she rushed towards her sister, "You don't know where you're going."

Bridget turned around sharply, "and that would matter to you because?"

"Bridget, why are you acting like this?" Hermione inquired with hurt in her eyes.

"Why?" Bridget yelled as she tried to fight the tears that were beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes, "Because you think that you know everything about me! You don't know why I did it, but you like to pretend you do and you treat me like crap and we haven't even been together for one full day!"

Hermione looked at the ground, "I'm sorry Bridget. I shouldn't have done that to you. I just don't want you to hurt Harry. He's been through so much lately and I couldn't bear to see something else happen to him."

"And what about me?" Bridget said quietly, "What about me getting hurt? Didn't it ever occur to you that I might get hurt to? Or do you not even care?"

"Of course I care! But I thought that you might get scared and run from him." Hermione explained as she hugged her sister tightly.

"I wouldn't do that Hermione," she hugged her sister back and sobbed.

"We'd better go upstairs. It's getting late and I have to make sure that there are no first years wandering about."

"You're right. Let's go," Bridget agreed as she sighed and looked at her sister for the direction to go.

"It's up these stairs," Her sister said as she headed up the stairs herself, "you need to be careful because the staircases switch and then you'll find yourself lost."

"They did that at my old school too."

"So you know how much that sucks. The next thing you need to know is the password to get through the portrait hole. It's desridium madoa."

"Okay," Bridget said as she tried to remember the password.

"Password please?" The Fat Lady asked as they reached the portrait hole.

"Desridium madoa." Bridget replied hastily, as if she were afraid that she was going to forget the password. She hurriedly rushed into the Common Room.

"I have to go on my prefect duties. To get through the dorm, you have to go up the left staircase and it'll be the second one on the right. Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself?" Hermione asked.

"Sure, I'll be fine."

Hermione sighed as she looked at her watch, "Okay, I'll be back within the hour."

"Bye," Bridget replied as she watched her sister disappear behind the picture. The girl sighed and sat down in the nearest chair. She gazed at the fire and wondered what sort of things Harry's been through.

"Hey," a voice said from behind her. She turned around to see Harry standing near the right staircase.

"Hi," Bridget replied softly.

"I didn't know anyone was down here."

"Do you come here often in the middle of the night?" Bridget asked as she studied the boy. Harry walked over and sat down beside her.

"Only when I can't sleep. Why are you here?"

"My sister had to go on her prefct duties and I really didn't want to go up there alone," she said as she motioned her head towards the darken staircase.

"Oh, well at least I have someone to keep me company."

"I guess so. How long have you been coming to this school? Like do you start at one school and then when you reach a certain grade you move to a different school, or what? Because that's how it was at my old school."

"No, you start coming here when you're eleven or twelve and then you finish when you're seventeen or eighteen."

"Oh, that's cool."

"Yeah." There was a pause and a slight akward silence.

"So," Harry said as he cleared his throat, "I was thinking that the first weekend that we have the chance to go to Hogsmeade would be fun."

"For what?"

"Our date."

"Oh, right. I forgot about that."

"We're still going to go, right?"

"I suppose so."

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to."

"No I want to, I really do," Bridget assured him.

"Okay. So, why did you and Hermione go to different schools?"

"My stepmom didn't like me or my other sister."

"Why?"

"She wanted to take the place of my real mom."

"Oh, did your parents get divorced?"

"No. My mom comitted suicide when I was two. My sister Amelia was six."

"That's awful. My parents are dead, too. They were killed by Voldemort. One of their friends sold them out."

"That's terrible. You know, it's sad. You don't know who you can trust now and days." Bridget said in a saddened voice.

"Can we please change the subject?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. So, can you do anything that no one else knows about? Like a hidden talent or something?" Bridget questioned with a smile.

Harry laughed, "Where did that question come from?"

"You said to change the subject, so I did."

"Yeah."

"Well, let's see it." Bridget encouraged.

Harry shook his head, "It's stupid."

"Come on! It can't be any stupider than mine." Bridget coaxed.

"Okay, let's see yours."

Bridget folded her arms stubbornly, "I asked you first."

Harry sighed and knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere with Bridget, "Fine. I can sing."

"Really! Let's hear it."

Harry went red with embarassment, "I'm not very good. Besides I don't know any songs."

"Oh come on! Everyone can sing, well, except for my cousin Natalie. She's horrible and you can't be any worse than she was so let's hear it!"

"I don't know what to sing."

"Do you know, Wonderwall by the Oasis?"

"No."

" Well, you can just sing the chorus all you have to do is sing it back. It goes like this," Bridget began to sing," 'Cuz maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, you're my wonderwall."

"Alright," Harry said as he took a breath and sang the chorus, "By the way, you're not bad yourself," he said when he was finished.

"That was awesome! I don't know why you were so nervous, you rock!"

"Your turn." Harry said smugly.

"Alright," Bridget laughed, "I can't believe I'm going to do this." She turned around three times in a pirouette, dad a fan kick and landed in a right split.

"Impressive. I figured you were a dancer."

"Really? How could you tell?"

"Just a hunch." Harry smiled as leaned in closer to her and Bridget did the same.

"Bridget what are you still doing down here?" Hermione said in a suprised voice as she walked into the common room. The two quickly pulled apart.

"I was unsure about where to go so I was waiting for you."

"Well, are you ready to go up?" Hermione asked as she headed towards the stairs.

"Yeah. Goodnight Harry." Bridget said as she looked at him and smiled.

"Goodnight Bridget." Harry said as he got up from where he was sitting and headed up the stairs that lead to his dorm.