Bridget sat up that night on the empty stage thinking about what Ginny had said. Someone doesn't want to Pansy to play Christine, just like the Phantom didn't want Carlotta to be the Prima Donna. She shook her head, as if trying to empty the thoughts that loomed in it. It was absurd to think that that could happen.

She sat in silence, pondering the events of the past week, and the voice lessons she started taking a month ago. Sitting in an empty classroom, much as she was now, a voice came to her calling her name. It had been soft and comforting, like a summer breeze. Bridget knew she should be cautious, especially after what had happened the year before, but he seemed so innocent and trustworthy. A noise came from backstage, Bridget turned around quickly.

"Don't mind me Granger," a voice drawled.

"Draco," Bridget said as she sighed, "You scared the living daylights out of me. What are you doing back here?"

"Well, if you must know," he answered as he sat down beside her, "I'm getting away from Parkinson. She's been driving me mad, bragging about this show and whatnot."

Bridget nodded, "I can see how that would get annoying."

"Why are you here?" Draco asked.

She shrugged, "I come here to think." The girl looked around the stage, "I can't think of any place that can inspire me and let me be alone with my thoughts."

Draco smiled his trademark smirk, "That's contradictory."

Bridget looked at him with confusion on her face.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, "You're usually not alone when you're on the stage."

"When everyone's gone you are."

"Not really," he said as he looked at her, "The characters are still very much present." She studied him in the dim light that was provided by the work lights that she had turned on earlier. He looked a lot less guarded and relaxed. She wasn't used to seeing him like that.

"What?" Draco must have realised that she was staring at him.

"Nothing," Bridget said quickly as she turned away.

"you're a lot less stuck up than what people make you out to be." The boy said after a few moments of silence.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she challenged.

"People say that you're . . ." he trailed off, thinking of a word, "Well, a bitch."

"Yeah, it's nothing that I haven't heard before." Bridget sighed and looked at him, "Well, I must admit. I haven't heard very good reviews about you either."

The blonde boy smirked and looked at her in the eye, "And what does the Prima Donna Miss Granger think?"

"I haven't decided," she said as she returned his stare, "Perhaps you can do something to make up my mind?"

"I think I have a pretty good idea of what I can do," with those words he leaned in and kissed her. She had never been kissed like that before. It was as if all of his emotion went into that one kiss. Bridget kissed back, knowing that her emotion would never match his, but hoping it would satisfy him none the less.

"Well?" Draco said as he smirked when the kiss ended.

"I haven't quite decided," Bridget said as she kissed him again.

"Bridget," a voice called, "Are you in here?" It was Harry. She had forgotten that she was going to meet him to go over some lines and songs.

Bridget abruptly broke off the kiss and looked helplessly at Draco, "What am I going to do?"

Draco took her hand and led her backstage, "I have a plan." He continued out of the backstage doors and down a hallway. I've got to be crazy, Bridget thought as she followed him.

"It's around here somewhere," Draco mumbled to himself, then noticed a door that seemingly came out of nowhere. He opened it and led her inside. It was a room that Bridget had never been in before. There was a couch and a coffee table towards the far back right of the room and a roaring fire adjacent to it. Though it was fairly small, it seemed to be perfect for sitting and talking. Draco sat on the couch.

"Are you just going to stand there all day?" he asked.

Bridget smiled and sat down next to him, "I've never been in this place. What is it?"

"The Room of Requirements, it's a room designed to suit whatever you need. If you need to sleep, it'll turn into a bed, if you need food, it'll turn into a kitchen with lots of food at the table. Get it?"

"I think so," Bridget said slowly, "I'm glad it didn't turn into something else."

"Like what?" Draco asked.

Bridget rolled her eyes, "Never mind. It's stupid."

"No, what?"

"Well," she continued slowly, not exactly sure how to put her words, "I've heard things about you."

"Yeah," Draco said bitterly, "I'm sure you have what with hanging out with the Gryffindors and such. They don't even know who I am and they don't even care. I know I'm selfish and spoiled. I've been told this all my life. I know that I'm pretty mean and spiteful. But . . ." he tailed off, "They would never even know that there just might be another side of me that no one ever sees because they never give me a chance."

"I'll give you a chance," Bridget said quietly before she kissed him.