A/N: Chapter 3 here, guys! Haha… Once again, thanks to those who are on the watch for the update in this fic, and to those who have placed this fic their on favorites list… I'd love to hear your comments about this, though… Well, more of kinda introduction to Bridgework here… R&R please!

Chapter 3: Grassy Ground and Three Firebolts

"There you two are! Lair arrived ages ago with the Malfoy guy! What took you so long?"

A brown-haired boy who wearing Bridgework school robes was scurrying towards them as they entered the gates of what looked like a business building, not at all looking like a school.

"'F'ya consider illegal Apparating much better than normal transportation, am gonna take your word for it and Apparate to here next time," said Rose, walking past him, still reading her book.

"That was not my point, Rose. You know how it gets to every other Prefect when Lair gets the upperhand on everything!" said the boy, jogging alongside Rose to keep up.

"That is Alex Yu," said Raven, turning to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "He's also our best friend."

"Do I look like a Prefect to you?" said Rose's mocking voice from behind Raven.

"What?"

"Am not a Prefect. I don't care. Get off my back."

"That is so not the point here, Rose!" Raven said suddenly. "Are you bitter because you weren't made Prefect?"

Harry thought this was over the limit. If Ron or Hermione had said that to him, he would have walked out on them. Looks like they've got a weird friendship, these three, Harry said to himself.

"Maybe, yeah," replied Rose, still not looking up from her book. Raven smiled but Alex still looked irritated.

"We need to tour them, Alex," said Raven.

"Oh, yeah," said the brown-haired boy. As he approached, it became noticeable that his hair was in fact long and tied up in a thin ponytail behind him. (A/N: Kinda reminds you of Bill Weasley… Okay, get the picture?) "Hello, my name is Alex Yu, and I am also a Bridgework Prefect. Just in case you're curious, Bridgework does not select HeadBoys and Girls, unlike what you do at Hogwarts."

"Hey, how come we don't have a HeadBoy and HeadGirl in our batch?" said Ron suddenly.

"I think they decided not to appoint, since you are after all spending your year with us and HeadBoys and Girls are nonexistent here anyway," said Raven.

They were now entering the building, marble floors and all. Inside was what looked like a Muggle school campus.

"How come everything around here looks like it's Muggle-owned?" asked Harry, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Not exactly Muggle-owned. I mean, compared to the Muggle-world outside, this is kinda, old-fashioned already," said Raven, and Harry got it, knowing Japan was one of the most advanced places of technology.

"Calling on all Bridgework Prefects, we have an emergency meeting. Please proceed to the Free Hall right now. Repeating the announcement…" said a cool female voice. The voice echoed all around the halls, like speakers were on every corner.

"What do they want now?" said Raven.

"Hello? Latcher? Hello?" said Alex, speaking through a box on the wall that looked like a real intercom.

"Alex Yu?" said the same female voice that spoke earlier, only, now it came from the box.

"Yes, umm… I was just wondering what we should do with our Hogwarts guests, since we're going to that emergency meeting."

"Leave them in the care of a housemate in the mean time, fetch them later and tour them around."

And the line clicked dead. Alex and Raven turned their heads on Rose, who had her shoulder against the wall, still reading. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at her as well, waiting.

"Y'know y'can't trust me on that. Drop it," said Rose without looking up.

"Please! Just for a while!" said Raven. Just then, a tall boy with curly black hair approached Rose and handed her papers.

"This is what you have to do today," said the boy in a deep voice. "Carry on with the investigation and your team will have practice later tonight. Boy, are you lucky you have time managers. Your schedule is crazy. You still have Muggle performances and then you have to meet up with the emperor for – "

"Do ya really've to shout out loud wha' I've to do?" said Rose, a hint of a glare in her eyes as she stared at the boy.

"S – sorry," said the boy. Then he walked away.

"When do you have to meet the emperor?" asked Raven. Rose looked daggers at her and she dropped the subject. "Rose, please? Can you at least take the three to our common room?"

Rose shrugged and started walking. Raven and Alex motioned at Harry to follow her and so he did, Ron and Hermione right behind him. They were walking down an empty marble corridor when Hermione suddenly sped up and approached Rose once more.

"Hi, erm… I know I didn't really leave a good impression back at the train, but I want to reintroduce myself. My name's Hermione Granger – " Hermione stuck out her hand, and surprisingly, Rose shook hands with her.

"Rose Ashworth, very well not at your service. Am not a Prefect, for Pete's sake," said Rose, looking up at Hermione.

"Well, I don't need your service as a Prefect," said Hermione. Harry thought the superiority in her voice would just piss Rose off, but it made Rose grin. "I want to be your friend."

"Good. So y'know y'can't 'spect anythin' from me," said Rose.

"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley," said Ron, racing to the front and shaking Rose's hand too.

"Weasley… Kinda rings a bell… In league with Dumbledore, your family, ain't ya?" asked Rose.

"Well, yeah," said Ron, blushing a little.

Harry was quiet, lost in thought, just listening in on their conversation when Hermione suddenly pulled him between Rose and herself.

"This is Harry Potter," said Hermione, slightly breathless.

It was obvious that she had waited for the right time to pull Harry into the conversation. Harry stared rather shyly into Rose's eyes as she surveyed him with mild interest. She halted unexpectedly, looking at Harry, as though stunned.

"Harry Potter? Harry James Potter?" she asked. Harry was surprised, but he nodded. "Son of James Potter and Lily Evans?" Harry nodded again. What was it about his mother? "I've gotta go somewhere," she said, turning and going in the opposite direction. "Oh, common room's right 'round the corner, password's nasake," she said before leaving.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Rose's directions and had been sitting inside the empty common room for at least an hour before the door of the room opened and two people entered: Iris Lair and Draco Malfoy.

They had been talking and laughing heartily when they spotted the three and stopped abruptly. Lair approached them and Malfoy settled on a cushioned chair like the ones Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting on.

"Hello," said Lair. "May I ask whom you are waiting for?"

"Absolutely none of your business, Lair," said Rose's voice as the common room door swung open and in came Rose. "Sorry for the delay. Where d'you guys wanna go?" she asked, looking at Harry. Harry felt his face go red at being addressed. "I s'pose ya wanna go on a tour?"

"That is a Prefect's job, Ashworth. Still not giving up on the dream, are you?" said Lair. Harry sensed this was another tennis game. He glanced at Malfoy, and found that he was staring at Rose once more, though this time, his expression was indescribable; Harry had never seen him like that.

"Am not dreamin' of becomin' a Prefect, Lair, 'f'it means becomin' someone like ya. No, thanks," said Rose with a grin. "'S'not 'zactly a tour, I'm just goin' to the Quidditch stadium for practice. Don't wanna come, don't. Wanna come, follow me, please."

Harry looked at Ron, who yawned, and Hermione, who was craning her neck for a look around the room, searching for books. Harry took it as he was the only one who wanted to see the Quidditch area of Bridgework, so he got up. Just then, Malfoy got up as well.

Rose led them down more marble corridors, with occasional passersby. Soon, they were out in the sunshine on an endless grassy field. They walked farther, until the building became smaller and the Quidditch stadium came into full view. The stands were just like those at Hogwarts, except that they were dressed in blue and silver. The goal posts were, well, just like what goal posts should be in Quidditch. Harry felt like flying once more.

Harry felt a hard knock against his knee, waking him up from his trance. Looking down, he saw a house-elf carrying a broom.

"So sorry, sir! Please forgive Elfie!" (A/N: Elfie the House-Elf… Sorry, can't think of any other name…)

"It's fine," muttered Harry, though his knee was throbbing.

Rose bent and took the broom from the house-elf. Harry now noticed that it was a firebolt, just like his.

"Can you bring two more brooms here, please?" said Rose to the elf. The elf bowed and scurried away. Harry looked up at Rose and then at Malfoy.

The house-elf returned with two more brooms, looking thoroughly harassed. Elfie brought them to Rose, and she pointed at Harry and Malfoy.

"It's for them," she said. Elfie scuffled and placed a firebolt each on Harry's and Malfoy's feet. After placing the brooms, Elfie bowed and ran away again.

"What do you want us to do?" asked Malfoy.

"Hogwarts Seekers up to a challenge?" said Rose with a sneer. Harry was needlessly reminded of Malfoy whenever he bragged about his Quidditch skills. Rose took out a struggling Snitch from her jeans pocket, and held it out so that Harry and Malfoy could see.

"On the count of three," she said.

"What's the prize for the winner?" said Malfoy suddenly.

"You say," replied Rose.

"If I win, Potter dances naked at the dining hall while everyone's eating," Malfoy said, laughing. Thankfully, Rose did not look amused.

"Harry?" Rose called him by his first name. Harry felt his face burn.

"If I win, Malfoy plays Quidditch naked in front of the whole school," grinned Harry. Malfoy shot a death glare at him.

"If I win," said Rose, intentionally cutting the tension between the two. "You two'll be my trainees," she finished with a grin.

"Trainees?" said Harry and Malfoy in unison.

"You'll have to spend lessons, eating time, library an' homeworks, 'specially Quidditch sessions together, and I'll be watching you so y'can't fool the training, got that?" said Rose.

"The two of us?" said Malfoy.

"No way," said Harry.

"Like I want you to be my company, Potter!" Malfoy raised his voice.

"That's if I win," Rose cut in once more. "So you two better gimme a good play if either of you wanna see the other embarrassed with your naked acts issues."

Harry thought something was not right. Like, Rose had an underlying plan about something. Was she just doing this for fun? Harry asked himself.

"One… Two…"

As expected, Malfoy took off at two, but Rose had not let go of the Snitch yet. She did not take notice of Malfoy's behavior, though, and looked at the two of them before yelling, "Three!"

The three of them were flying in a blur. Harry only distinguished Malfoy from Rose because he knew Rose was wearing red and black while Malfoy had his Hogwarts robes on, all black. Then, Harry wondered how Rose would be able to distinguish him from Malfoy, since they were wearing the same thing.

They were on a race upward. Suddenly, Rose pulled out of their line and turned right. A few feet ahead of her was a gold glint. The Snitch. Harry and Malfoy followed.

They were gaining on Rose, but Rose was gaining on the Snitch too. Ten feet… four feet away… Oh I'd like to see you try and cheat on a play like this, Malfoy… Harry thought to himself.

He collided with Malfoy. Malfoy groaned. Harry groaned. They were falling. Harry closed his eyes.

"Sageru osoi," said Rose's voice.

Their fall slowed down. Harry landed quietly and unharmed on the ground. Harry heard a light thud from not far away. He rolled. He was lying on grassy groun. Malfoy lay curled beside him. He opened his eyes. Malfoy did too.

Standing over them was a grinning Rose Ashworth, clutching a Snitch. Malfoy groaned again.

"Looks like I win."

A/N: Okay, I think that was more of a Quidditch special than anything else. Anyway, too bad we won't see (or read about) Harry dancing naked in the dining hall or Draco playing Quidditch butt naked. Hah! R&R guys! Thanks!