The two stood in silence for a few awkward moments. She looked at him as he watched her, waiting for the words that no matter how she wanted to couldn't bring her to say them.

"Draco . . ." she began as her eyes began to fill up with tears.

"Forget it," Draco said angrily as he stormed off, back in the direction of the castle.

Bridget fell to the muddy ground, buried her face in her hands, and began to cry.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" a voice said from behind her. She turned to see the Ravenclaw boy that was God.

"I don't need a lecture right now," Bridget collected herself and wiped her nose with her sleeve, "I lost him."

"Don't be ridiculous. You didn't loose him." He rolled his eyes and then looked at her.

"You could have fooled me," she spat back angrily; "He's gone!"

"He's not gone," God insisted, "He's scared because he let someone into his life and now that you didn't respond the same way that he did, he thinks that it was for nothing. He also thinks that you're going to mock him."

"I wouldn't do that!" Bridget protested.

"I know," He agreed, "But he doesn't. he let his guard down and now he's defenseless.

"What do I do?"

"Ah," He smiled, "Another one of those free will questions."

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Back in the Slytherin Common Room, Draco mulled over the events in the tunnel.

She doesn't love me; he thought bitterly and wiped a salty tear from his face.

"Trouble in paradise?" Pansy said meanly.

"Shove off."

"What did she do?" Pansy was excited, this was her chance to steal Draco back and prove that they belonged together.

"Nothing!" Draco yelled, "What do I have to do to get rid of you? I only took you to that damn dance was because no one else would go with me! I hate you! I always have and always will!"

Pansy looked completely shocked. She didn't know what to say. He had never said that to her before. Pansy ran out of the common room as fast as she could. Her heart was broken.

"Finally," Draco mumbled to himself. The silence was comforting. He had never really appreciated it before.

The portrait hole opened and a few female Slytherin first years entered giggling and laughing. Draco glared at them in contempt for breaking it. He noticed that Bridget slipped in with them.

"Hey," she said when the first years were gone.

"Hi," he replied awkwardly.

"I just wanted to say . . ." Bridget began.

"Save it. I don't want to hear it," Draco said, fighting back tears.

"I love you," Bridget whispered as she smiled.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Say it again." Draco he walked over to her.

"I love you," she repeated before he drew her in for a kiss.