"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asked, placing a hand on her cheek.

She smiled up at him, blushing a little bit at his flattery.

"Well, you are" he whispered before kissing her softly.

She smiled as she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with some of the hair on the back of his head as the kiss deepened. She moved her hands down his back, probing his lips with her tongue.

He let out a soft moan for her, opening his mouth to greet her tongue eagerly as his hands moved to cover her breasts.

She moaned into his mouth as his hands moved from her breasts to the ties of her bikini top, slowly untying them.

"No...No wait not yet Cedric," she whispered, breaking away from him.

He moved his hands away and nodded. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"No, you don't have to be sorry love, it's me, really I just...I really want to take it slow Cedric," Bridgette said, sighing a bit.

"I know," he said, smiling. "I won't make you do anything you don't want to."

"Thank you," she said, smiling and hugging him before getting back out of the pool, "It's getting late...mum and dad will be wondering where I am soon."

"Yeah," he said, climbing out after her. "I'll walk you back."

Bridgette got her clothes out of the pool house, bundling them up under her arm and then wrapping a towel around her body, walking over to Cedric afterwards.

He smiled and hugged her tightly before pulling back and taking her hand in his. "Your parents are having a barbecue tomorrow, right?" he asked.

"Yep, the Fourth of July. They insist on celebrating it even though no one really celebrates it over here," she said, giggling.

"Well, they lived in America for so long so I guess they're just used to it," Cedric said as they approached her door.

"Yeah, I guess they are...so, uhm do you want to stay over?" Bridgette asked, biting her lower lip nervously.

"Sure," he said, reaching over to open the door.

She smiled and lead him quietly up the stairs to her room, "You can wear this, it's one of my dad's old pair of sweats that got into my drawer somehow," she told him.

He took them and walked into the bathroom to get changed. Bridgette slowly took off her wet bathing suit, putting it in her clothes hamper.

She pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top before lying down on her bed.

Cedric came out a moment later and lay down next to her, Bridgette immediately moving so that she was on top of him.

She leaned down and kissed him strongly. His arms slipped around her waist, pressing her body against his.

"Mmm," she moaned as his hands slipped up her back.

Her lips moved down to his neck, smiling a little as he let out a soft moan.

She moved down his body, latching her lips onto one of his nipples and slowly sucking on it, not knowing if she was doing it right or not, but really getting encouraged as Cedric kept moaning.

She blushed a little as she felt his erection poking at her stomach.

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself around you," Cedric said huskily, causing her to blush a bit more.

She grinned and grinded against him, kissing him fiercely, "You are evil Bridgette Peterson," Cedric said, letting out a deep moan of pleasure.

"And why is that?" she asked, smiling innocently up at him.

"You torture me," Cedric groaned, leaning up and kissing her before quickly moving so that he was hovering above her.

She looked up at him hesitantly before sliding his sweatpants down his legs with her feet. "I'm ready," she whispered.

"Wh--are you sure Bee? I don't want to push you into anything, really, we can wait if you want to," Cedric said.

"No," she said confidently. "I love you...I don't want to wait anymore."

"As long as you're sure," he said softly, his hand softly stroking her cheek.

"I'm sure," she said, smiling.

She sat up and pulled off her top slowly before pulling down her sweatpants and panties, and then helping Cedric remove his sweats completely. She didn't know why she was so nervous...she wasn't a virgin so she didn't have to worry about that.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked, sensing her nervousness.

"Just...kiss me," Bridgette said, putting a hand on either side of his face and pulling it gently towards her own.

He nodded and kissed her tenderly. When he pulled away, she nodded. "Yes, I'm sure," she whispered.

"You sure you aren't going to walk out on me this time?" Cedric asked, laughing softly.

She giggled a bit and took his hands in hers, leading them straight to her breasts, "Yeah, I'm sure," she said, moaning softly as he lightly kneaded them in his hands, "I'll never ever walk out on you again," she whispered, kissing him fiercely.

She pulled back slightly and moaned loudly as she felt his fingers plunge into her wet sex over and over. "Bee are you alr--oh my sweet Merlin!" Bridgette heard Tina exclaim suddenly from her door.

"Mum!" Bridgette exclaimed as Cedric took his fingers out of her. "I...I can explain!"

They quickly scurried to cover themselves, diving under the covers to do so, Bridgette cowering, the sheets up to her nose as her father walked into the room behind her mother, "Honey...we're not mad. We just...wish you would have told us that he might be staying over tonight...it near scared us to death when we walked in!" her father said softly.

Bridgette's mouth fell open. "You aren't mad?" she asked incredulously.

"Honey, think about it, we're the ones who wanted you two to be together in the first place! Why would we be mad?" Tina asked, "Now...we're going to go so you can uhm...goodnight kids."
"Goodnight," Bridgette and Cedric said together, letting out a sigh of relief once her parents left.

"Oh my God," Cedric mumbled as Bridgette giggled insanely. "They basically just said, "We're gonna go so you guys can fuck!"."
"Well then, we wouldn't want to disappoint them," Bridgette said, releasing the sheet and pulling him down on top of her.
"No, we wouldn't," he whispered, kissing her fiercely.
She immediately grabbed his thick cock, pumping it quickly a few times before guiding it to her opening, moaning a bit.
He kissed her again; finally able to show her how much he loved her.

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"However far away, I will always love you, however long I stay, I will always love you, whatever words I say, I will always love you, I will always love you," Cedric sang softly as Bridgette lay sleeping in his arms later that night.
"You have a great voice," Bridgette mumbled, opening her eyes and smiling up at him.
"You aren't supposed to be awake," Cedric said, chuckling slightly as he stroked her long red hair.
She smiled, kissing him softly before closing her eyes and moving closer to him. "I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," Cedric whispered. He was the happiest he had been in such a long time. She finally loved him...he finally had her love, something he had wanted ever since he had started to dream about her in his 3rd year.
His first dream was about the night she came home from the hospital. At that time, the Petersons and the Diggorys had shared a flat in London and Cedric and Bridgette shared a crib.
The first night they were together, she had reached over in the middle of the night and held his hand and didn't let go until the morning.
He didn't know how he remembered that, since he was only a week or two old, but he did. After that he had almost ripped apart the house to try and find pictures of that baby so he would know who it was.
Not only had he found a baby picture of her, he found one of her when she was 13 and he knew that he needed to be with her.
The only reason he had been hesitant to meet her that day was because he knew she would probably be resentful towards him because her parents were trying to set her up, he knew about this because that's basically what his parents were doing.
When Professor McGonagall had asked him to tutor her, he jumped at the chance. He didn't know that the tutoring sessions would make things worse between the two of them.
And then there was Brent. As crazy as it seemed, he ultimately led Bridgette straight to Cedric, though it seemed like he was never going to get a chance with her for a while, but in the end he did.
A small smile lit up his face as he kissed her on the cheek before drifting off to sleep, thoughts of Bridgette filling his mind.