"You sure you're alright Brent?" Bridgette asked the next day as they sat up in their common room, just relaxing. She flat out refused to start sleeping with him right away.
"Yes, Bee, I'm fine," Brent said for the millionth time. "Stop fussing."
"I have to fuss, it's in my nature," Bridgette told him, getting up and walking over to the window, opening it and letting the cold breeze in.
"Ahhh fuck Bee that's cold!" Brent exclaimed.
"We need to do something to get rid of your friend, don't we?" Bridgette asked, smirking, "cold air is my approach."
She sat down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and sighing.
"Tired?" he asked, pushing a strand of her long hair behind her ear before wrapping his arms around her and resting his cheek on her head.
"Just a little," she sighed, yawning. "I think I'm gonna go up to bed."
"Want me to lay with you?" Brent asked, lightly stroking her hair as he looked down at her.
"Sure...but, nothing more than sleeping," she said, lifting her head from his shoulder and looking at him.
"I know Bee, I'm willing to take it as slow as you need me to this time around, ok?" Brent asked, standing up and pulling her up gently with him.
"Thanks," she said, smiling and kissing him softly on the lips. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her head before they headed up to the dorm. She smiled and glanced around the room, her smile fading when she saw Cedric staring at them.
"Just ignore him sweetie," Brent whispered as they walked upstairs slowly.
She smiled up at Brent but glanced back to see if Cedric was still looking at them. She didn't know why she even cared about him; she hated him for what he did to Brent and for trying to use some stupid pick up line to get her to stay with him.
She met his eyes for a moment before they turned a corner and walked into her dorm room, Bridgette going over to her wardrobe and taking out a few things before going into the bathroom.
She came back out in her pajamas with her hair tied back in a messy bun. She walked over to the bed, rubbing her neck a little. "Something wrong, Bee?" Brent asked as she lay down on the bed beside him.
"My neck's just a little stiff from sitting in classes all day, it's not that bad though," Bridgette told him, resting her cheek on his bare chest.
Are you sure that's all?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her. "Yeah, I'm fine...just exhausted," she sighed, closing her eyes.
"Ok," he whispered, pulling her bed covers over the both of them, "Night Bee."
"Good night," she said softly before drifting off to sleep.
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"Bee, we're going to be late!" Brent exclaimed from the bottom of the stairs as he waited for her. It was Valentine's Day and they were about to go to Hogsmeade.
"I'm coming!" she exclaimed, searching for her other shoe.
She finally found the red pump and put it on her foot before practically hopping out of the door and running down the stairs.
"Finally!" Brent exclaimed. She giggled and ran up to him, kissing him softly before taking his hand and practically running out of the common room.
"You said it yourself, we're gonna be late!" she giggled.
He laughed as she dragged him down the hallway to the entrance hall, where they told Filch their names before running outside to the last carriage available.
"Whew! We made it!" Bridgette exclaimed, trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah, who knew you could run so fast?" Brent said, laughing.
"Don't underestimate a girl in red pumps," Bridgette said, giggling and resting her feet on the opposite side of the carriage.
"What was taking you so long anyway?" Brent asked, putting his arm around her as the carriage started to move.
"I had to find my missing shoe...it ended up being underneath the wardrobe," Bridgette told him.
"Why not just wear a different pair of shoes?" he asked and she sighed.
"Because," she said, giggling a little.
"Because why?" he asked again.
Bridgette looked over at him and shook her head, "That's something men will never understand, why women wear the shoes they wear," she said.
"Whatever," he said. "So, what do you have planned for us today?" she asked, taking his hand and lacing her fingers through his.
"Nothing special, just the normal Hogsmeade stuff I guess," Brent told her as the carriage continued towards the village.
"Oh, ok," she said, smiling before bringing his hand up to her lips and kissing it.
A few moments later the carriage stopped and Brent got out, helping Bridgette down before wrapping his arm tight around her, "It's cold out here!" he exclaimed.
She nodded and leaned in closer to him. "Three Broomsticks?" she suggested.
"Sure," Brent said, leading her over to the busy pub. They quickly scurried in, shaking some of the snow off of their clothes as they sat down in a small booth.
Bridgette unzipped her jacket and placed it on the seat next to her, instantly regretting it when the door opened and a blast of cold came in. "Hello, Brent, Bridgette," Madame Rosmerta said as she walked over to their table. "What can I get ya?"
"Something...hot," Bridgette said, her teeth chattering a bit.
"I'll have a butter beer," Brent said, grinning at Bridgette as she put her coat back on.
"Comin' right up," Madame Rosmerta said before walking away.
"Cold?" Brent asked. Bridgette laughed and said, "Just a smidge."
He reached across the table and took her hands in his, rubbing them quickly so that they would warm up.
After they had their drinks, Bridgette dragged Brent into Honeyduke's, getting at least one of almost everything. "I'm gonna go pay for these," he said after almost an hour, nearly falling over with all the candy.
"Ok, I'm gonna look around some more," she said, smiling and kissing him.
"You're a pricy date, you know that Bee?" he said, chuckling as he paid for the candy and she wandered over to the chocolate section, the only one they hadn't gone to yet.
She smiled and reached for one of the biggest chocolate bars, her hand landing on top of someone else's. "Oh, I'm sorry, you take it," she said, smiling up at the person next to her, but her smile fading when she saw who it was.
"Hey Bee," he said, taking his hand off of the chocolate so she could have it, "You take it; I don't like chocolate much anyways."
"Thanks, Cedric," she mumbled, taking the chocolate. "Uhm...well...bye."
"Bye then," he said, heading off towards the other side of the store.
Bridgette sighed and walked over to the cash register, smiling at Brent. "One more," she said, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
"Aha, chocolate," he said, handing it to the man who looked joyous at how much they were buying.
She suddenly placed a hand on either side of his face and kissed him passionately. "What was that for?" Brent asked when she finally pulled away.
"What, I'm not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" she asked, taking one of the bags of candy. "Well, you're usually not one for public affection," Brent said, taking the other and leading her out of the store.
"It's Valentine's Day, Brent...there are couples snogging all over the place, who are we to go against tradition?" she asked, a smile playing at her lips as she kissed him again.
He pulled back abruptly a moment later and she looked up at him inquisitively before turning around and seeing what he was looking at, "Were you trying to make him jealous or something?" he asked, pointing to Cedric, who had just exited Honeyduke's.
She raised her eyebrows at Brent and shrugged. "I had no idea he was even in there," she said.
"Bee," he said, "you lie worse than I do."
"Ok, so I saw him in there, but why would I want to make him jealous?" she asked. "I hate him, you know that."
Brent sighed and glanced over at Cedric again before he took Bridgette's hand in his, leading her back to the carriages, "Listen...I don't mean to cut the day short, but I'm just sorta in a sour mood now Bee. It doesn't exactly help boost your ego when your girlfriend interferes with a fight, especially since I wasn't particularly winning at the time," he said.
"Brent..." she began as he opened the door to the carriage.
"Just don't say anything, Bee...are you coming back to the castle with me or not?" he asked.
"Yeah," she muttered, climbing into the carriage and taking a seat across from him, laying down on it.
They were silent until the carriage came to an abrupt halt. "I'll see you later...here's your candy," Brent mumbled, handing Bridgette the bags before walking back to the castle.
She pouted and walked inside slowly, not wanting to go directly to the Hufflepuff common room. "Hey Bridge! Wait, what's wrong, you seem depressed," Alexis said, coming up to her as she exited the great hall.
"I really, really don't wanna talk about it Lexi," Bridgette sighed.
"Ok, fine. I'll talk to you later, ok?" Alexis replied, giving her a small smile before continuing towards the entrance to the school.
Bridgette waved goodbye to Alexis before continuing into the Great Hall.
She looked around but saw nobody that she really knew. She hadn't really taken the time to get to know anybody, besides Alexis, Brent, and well...Cedric she guessed.
Deciding against sitting down at the Hufflepuff table with people she didn't know and didn't want to know, she turned around and went back to the Hufflepuff common room.
By the time she climbed the stairs to the Hufflepuff Common room her arms felt like they were going to drop off of her body.
She quickly muttered the password and stepped inside, setting the candy down on the floor, placing a locking charm on it so that no one could eat it, and walking over to a couch, not noticing the other person there until she sat down, "Oh...hey Brent," she said softly.
He simply looked over at her before looking away. She felt her lower lip start to quiver and tears well up in her eyes as she gazed at the side of his head.
"Please t-talk to me, Brent," she pleaded, her voice breaking in mid-sentence, "I'm sorry ok? What was I supposed to do? Let you get hurt even more? What if you had loss too much blood Brent? I couldn't just stand there and watch that happen!"
"I was fine, ok, I could have handled him," Brent said quietly, still not facing her. "And why did you even care? You refused to forgive me that night then all of a sudden you're trying to help me? What was that about?"
"Maybe seeing you being beat to a bloody pulp in front of me changed my mind ok?" Bridgette said.
"Like I said before, I could have handled him," Brent told her.
"Well it really didn't look like it from where I stood," Bridgette replied.
"Just...leave me alone," he mumbled.
"Brent, you're pushing me away. Please don't push me away Brent. You broke my heart once, don't do it again...I can't take you back if you break my heart again Brent..." Bridgette whispered.
"Bridgette you..." Brent began, sighing and turning to face her. "Your heart isn't with me...it hasn't been since that day that me and Cedric fought."
"But it has been Brent! Every single piece of me has been with you! You just aren't looking!" Bridgette exclaimed, "I don't feel ANYTHING for Cedric! What do I need to do to prove it?"
When he didn't respond, Bridgette leaned forward and kissed him fiercely.
"Bee...stop...stop ok? Kissing me doesn't erase what I already know, what I have known ever since I first SAW Cedric when he was around you!" Brent exclaimed.
He got up and pushed past her, going up to his dormitory. "Wait, Brent, please!' she exclaimed before losing it completely and bursting into tears.
She ran up the stairs behind him and flung her arms around his neck, bawling into his shoulder, "I'm sorry, just...just..." she cried.
"You don't need to explain," Brent said, holding her at arms length. "But...this can't work, we can't work, Bee...go and be with him."
"No Brent, I don't want to! Can't you see, I don't want him! I don't love him, I love YOU!" Bridgette said, her voice shaking from crying.
She suddenly took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately. "Please believe me," she whispered.
"Bee..." Brent protested softly.
"Just, don't say anything," she whispered. "Let me show you that I love you."
"Bridgette," Brent said.
"Brent please…I'm trying ok? I don't know what else to do! Do you…are you repulsed by me? Do you not love me anymore?" Bridgette asked.
"Bridgette, I never really flat out said that I loved you," he said slowly.
"So...so you don't love me?" she asked.
He sighed and turned his head away, "You went through all that trouble to get me back and then this? You just push me out of the door for no reason?" Bridgette exclaimed.
"I told you already...this isn't going to work out," he said, letting her go and walking up to his dorm.
"Brent! You can't do this! Do you ENJOY making me cry? Do you enjoy hurting me? Because that's all you do! You make me feel better than I have in a long time, then when I'm at my peak, you just...crush me again," Bridgette said, following him, "Well, if you're gonna end it FINE! Happy fucking Valentines day, asshole!"
"C'mon Bee, you're being unreasonable," Brent said, sighing and turning around to face her.
"No, I'm not! You are! You're the one who wanted to break up because of something that's all in your head!" she exclaimed. "And then I tried to tell you over and over that I don't feel anything for him but you still don't believe me! I ask you again, WHAT do I need to do to prove to you...to get it through your head that I don't like him at all!"
"Sleep with me," he said. She blinked and shook her head.
"Brent, I told you, I wanted to take it slow, I...I don't know if I even want to sleep with you after what happened last time," she said softly.
"Bridgette you asked me what you could do, well, I just told you," Brent said.
"So what, if I don't sleep with you, you leave me? What kind of relationship is that Brent? Huh?" Bridgette asked.
"I want you to TRUST me enough to let this happen Bee, we've been together almost 2 months now, and we haven't even gotten to 3rd base," Brent said.
"Well I need you to trust me before I can trust you," she said, taking his hands in hers. "I don't feel anything for Cedric, nothing. I never have and I never will!"
She led his hands to her chest, "You're the only one in my heart Brent...YOU, not him," she said gazing up at him.
She kissed him softly only to have him pull away. "Bridgette I have to tell you something," he whispered, pulling his hands away from hers. "I...I've been seeing someone else."