Bridget awoke to find she was alone on a couch in the Slytherin Common Room. Where am I?

"What the hell are you doing here, Mudblood?" Pansy Parkinson asked with a sneer on her face. It was common knowledge that she liked Draco since their first year together at Hogwarts. Bridget didn't know why, but Pansy always seemed to be trying to get approval from him, rather than affection.

"I . . ." Bridget began.

"She was waiting for me," Draco said coldly. There always seemed to be a strained relationship between Pansy and the boy. Bridget was never really sure why either.

Pansy looked at him for a while with hurt in her eyes.

"Well, if you wanna betray you're family, it's really none of my business," She said airily and began to exit the portrait hole.

Draco looked as though he was about to say something, but shut his mouth and sighed.

"Sorry about that," Draco said after a few moments of awkward silence.

"No problem," Bridget said indifferently as she pulled out her wand and made a hair brush appear out of thin air.

"We missed Transfiguration," Draco said and watched Bridget brush her hair. He had watched his mother many times, Bridget ultimately reminded him of her. The way she brushed her hair with such precision and care, making sure that every strand of hair is in place and cared for.

"What?" Bridget said when she noticed him staring at her.

"Nothing," Draco responded and looked away embarrassedly.

"Well, I suppose that means we can hang here for a while," Bridget suggested, "But we really have to go to our next class."

"What's yours?"

"History of Magic," Bridget responded and waved her wand over herself and completely changed from her pajamas to her school uniform.

"Impressive," Draco commented.

"What History of Magic? No, that's just naptime 101." Bridget joked.

"I was talking about your spell," Draco commented as he laughed. Bridget loved to hear him laugh. It reminded her of her grandfather.

"oh, that's nothing," Bridget sighed, "You should have seen the spell I had to use for the time I tried to dye my hair pink."

"You tried to dye your hair pink?" Draco asked skeptically.

Bridget looked at him.

"Despite what you may think Mr. Malfoy, I have a bit of a wild side myself." Bridget stuck her nose in the air.

"Oh really?" Draco said. Bridget sensed a challenge brewing.

"Yes really," She responded.

"Wild enough to go off school grounds while you're supposed to be in class?" Draco asked mischievously.

"But of course," Bridget answered, "I used to do it all the time at my old school."

"You've got to be kidding me," Draco said in a surprised voice.

Bridget shook her head.

"There's a lot of things that you wouldn't think that I've done but I have," she slipped her hand into his and smiled, "Now, you were going to take me off school grounds?"

Draco looked back at her and smiled, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"I've already skipped one class. What's the next five?"

"Good point, let's go." He led her out of the portrait hole and to what looked like a small cellar. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching, and then opened it.

"Ladies first," he gestured to the opening. He half expected her to refuse, but to his surprise, Bridget smiled and crept down into the darkness. Draco followed her, she grabbed his hand.

"You're the first girl I've brought down here that hasn't screamed and whined."

" really?" Bridget commented, "Just how many other girls have you brought down here?"

"Only Pansy, to be completely honest, and that was only because she was begging me to get her off school grounds and wouldn't shut up. Take a left up here," he instructed. She did as she was told.

"Did you two ever date?" Bridget asked.

"Short answer yes, long answer no." Draco sighed.

"Why no?"

"The relationship was dead long before it ever started. There was no chemistry. I didn't love her," Draco responded. He turned and looked at her. it caught Bridget off guard and she nearly slipped. Draco caught her.

"Do you believe that there's one person out there for everyone?" he asked as he looked into her eyes.

"Why?" Bridget said nervously. She realized that her heart was pounding. Usually, she could play off a guy's comment like this. There was something about being with him that made her loose her cool.

"Because I think that you and I are supposed to be together. I love you," the boy continued to look into her eyes, waiting for her to respond.

She wrung her hands nervously after she separated the one from Draco. Bridget knew what Draco wanted her to say. She wanted to say it too. But there was something that was stopping those words from escaping her mouth. I had no problem tellingother boysthat I loved them. Why is it that when I really mean it, I can't bring myself to say it? three small words that I can't say to my soul mate, Bridget thought angrily.