Bridget lay up in her bed thinking about the events of that evening, the kiss from Draco especially. She had never been kissed like that. The boyfriends of her past had alawys seemed to be holding back something. Draco held nothing back from her and she held nothing back from him. Bridget looked at her sister to make sure she was still asleep. Sure enough, Hermione was fast asleep. Her back towards Bridget.Then Bridget got out of bed and out the door. The girl wasn't sure why, but she felt oddly drawn to Draco. If she wasn't with him, she felt a small hole inside. She then began to wonder if she was in love with him. As Bridget headed out the portrait hole, she was filled with a sense of defiance and rebellion.

"I believe you're supposed to be in bed Miss Granger," a voice said from behind her.

Bridget turned around to see the small first year girl standing behind her.

"I . . . I," Bridget stammered as she tried to think of an excuse to justify why she was there.

"I know exactly where you're going," the girl said as she motioned to the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room.

"Look, it's not what you're thinking. I'm not . . ." Bridget blushed furiously as she averted God's eyes. She had never been so embarassed in her life. Bridget felt like she had been acused of something, eventhough God didn't come out and say anything.

"I know your intentions aren't like that. I think that your progress with Draco is phenominal. I've never seen him open up like that to another person."

Bridget stared at him with wonder.

"How long have you been watching him?"

"I've been watching him since he was old enough to ask Me to watch over him."

Bridget couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Draco prays to you?"

"Absolutely. You'd be amazed at the faith that he has in Me. I'm amazed Myself seeing from the family he comes from."

"I never would have guessed," the information didn't seem to make sense to her. It seemed odd that Draco Malfoy prayed on a regular basis. She tried to imagine it, but no matter how far her imagination could stretch; it couldn't grasp it.

"He prayed to Me the night before the incident with Albus Dumbledore. He said that he knew it was wrong, and he didn't want to do it. He was protecting his family. A truely noble thing to do, even if the act was a vicious thing. Do you know what he asked Me for?"

Bridget shook her head.

"He asked me for forgiveness. Not just for him, but for all Tom's followers. He told me that, like him they were all misguided."

"Wait," Bridget said as she held up a hand, "You mean Voldemort?"

"Bridget," God laughed, "Harry told you that Voldemort's real name is Tom. That is the name his mother gave him. That is the name he will be called on his Judgement Day."

"He really said that?" She still couldn't fathom what was being said. Bridget had heard horrible stories about the boy named Draco Malfoy.

"And the stories you hear," God continued, "Are true. He was at times a mean and bitter boy. But that's because no body bothered to look underneath all that, until you came along."

"I don't understand."

"Don't you love Halloween?" God asked mysteriously, "Nothing is as what it seems." The girl walked off.

"Wait," Bridget called, "I still don't get it!"

"You will," God promised, "I want you to enter the talent contest in Hogsmeade. I want you to sing a song."

"Which song?"

"Suprise me." With that, God once again left Bridget standing alone, wondering wether the conversation she just had was imagined. She headed over to the portrait hole.

"Password?" The picture asked.

Bridget thought for a minute and tried to remember what Draco said when they headed their seperate ways.

"Purebloods," Bridget said when she remembered. The portrait hole opened and she walked in. She paused when she saw Draco sitting on the sofa infront of the fire.

"I'd just like to say thank You." Draco said. Bridget was about to respond when he began to talk again, "You've given me a second chance with Bridget. I know I don't diserve it. You don't realize how close I was to giving up before she came along."

Bridget cleared her throat and smiled.

"Hey."

"Hey," he responded suprised to see her, "When did you get here?"

"Not long ago." She lied, "I remembered the password. I wasn't tired and I was wondering if maybe I could hang out with you for awhile."

"I don't see why not," Draco said as he motioned to a seat next to him, "Come sit by me."

"Alright," Bridget walked over and sat down. She let Draco put his arm around her. When he did, she curled up her feet next to her body and fell asleep thinking how wonderful it was to have someone understand and love her like he did.