I glanced around, finally spotting him on the other side of the room, playing a game of Exploding Snap with a group of second years.

"James, c'mere!" I called, waving him over.

"What?" he asked as he approached.

"I need your map," I told him.

"Why?" he whined.

"I just do."

"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes. "I'll go get it."

Five minutes later, Aidan, Grace, and I were climbing out of the portrait hole, on our way to the empty classroom that Bridget McCutcheon was currently in.

We paused outside of it, looking at each other nervously, before I opened the door and we slowly walked inside.

She was sitting in the corner, legs pulled tightly against her chest, face hidden from view.

She looked up upon hearing us approach, her face streaked with tears.

"What do you want?" she asked hoarsely.

"Erm, we just wanted to see how you were doing?" I replied.

"Why? I barely even know you." She looked at Grace. "Or you."

"You know me!" Adian said.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Please do not remind me."

He looked angry. "Yeah okay. I'm leaving."

"No you're not," I said, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him back. "Bridget needs our support."

She looked at me strangely. "No I don't. Why in the world would I need the support of two girls I barely know and some random loser I slept with last night?"

"Yeah I'm definitely leaving," said Aidan. "I'm going to stand here and let a girl who got knocked up by a teacher call me a loser."

"Aidan!" I snapped. "You're not going anywhere."

"Fine," he huffed. "But only for you. Not for her." He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

I sat down next to Bridget. She scooted away slightly.

"Bridget," I said. "Please listen to me. I understand what you're going through. We're in the same boat."

"Oh really? Which teacher knocked you up?"

"Erm, okay, not the same boat exactly. But similar boats."

"They're completely different boats!" she snapped. "I slept with a middle-aged teacher and got pregnant. You slept with your boyfriend and got pregnant. See the difference there?"

I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall. Reasoning with her was going to be difficult.

Then, to my surprise, Aidan spoke up. "Well why'd you do it? Grimsdyke? Seriously?"

"I needed an A," she whispered, looking ashamed.

"Merlin," Grace murmured.

To my further shock, Aidan made his way over to us and slid down next to her. He put his hand on her shoulder and she didn't pull away.

"You're better than that, Bridget," he told her.

She shook her head slowly. "No I'm not. I'm worthless. Ask anybody."

"You said ask anybody?" I replied. "Okay I will. Grace, do you think Bridget is worthless?"

"Of course not," she replied.

"Aidan? How about you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Not at all."

"You're not worthless, Bridget." I said. "None of us think so. You just made a mistake."

"Okay," she said. "Maybe you three don't think I'm worthless, but so what? The people that matter do. My parents owled me today. They told me that I can forget about coming home. They want nothing to do with me. And the school. They said that they can't actually expel me because I'm pregnant, but they did 'highly suggest that I leave.'"

"Bridget…" I began.

"What the hell am I gonna do? Where am I supposed to go?" Tears were falling freely down her face now.

I tried to think of something to day, but nothing was coming to me. I had no idea how to reassure her.

Aidan apparently did though. Seriously, who knew that boy could be so sensitive?

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him, letting her cry into his shoulder. "Shh," he whispered in her ear, stroking her hair. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

She pulled back, wiping her eyes on her sleeves. "I take back what I said," she sniffed. "You're not a loser at all."

I glanced up at Grace, who'd been pretty quiet this whole time. She was staring at Aidan with an expression that could best be described as a mix of astonished, impressed, and lovesick.

The first two I could agree with her about. I was quite astonished at how nice he was being to Bridget her after being so resistant at first. And I was of course impressed with how well he was handling everything.

The lovesick part was interesting to say the least. I had a feeling Matthew Davies would not be happy about the way she was looking at Aidan right now. Not happy at all.

"Vic," said Aidan, interrupting my thoughts. "Isn't there anything we could do to help her?"

I leaned my head back against the wall, trying to think. "Well, obviously it will be difficult for you to pay for a flat without money, so you'll need a job. That shouldn't be too hard. I'm sure there's a shop in Diagon Alley that will hire you. Of course it will take quite a while for you to save up enough money from that, so you'll need a place to stay in the meantime."

"Who in the world would give me a place to stay for free?"

You know that feeling you get when you have what seems to be the perfect idea? It actually feels like a light bulb has lit up above your head. That was the feeling I experienced at that moment.

"Uncle George!"

She looked confused. "What?"

"My uncle George owns Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He has a spare room above it that nobody uses. I'm sure that he'll let you stay there as long as you work in his shop as well."

"Why would he do that? He doesn't even know me."

"But you're in trouble and he's a nice guy. I'm sure he'll help you out. I'll write to him and ask."

"Okay, let's say that he does say yes," she replied. "What do I do with the baby while I'm working? I won't be able to afford a babysitter or a daycare."

I thought for a moment. "Well I could look after it, I suppose. I'll already have one baby to take care of, so what's another one? People with twins do it all the time."

"I'm pretty sure that will be way to stressful."

"Well it will only be when you're working. And if I'm not feeling up to it, I can have my Grandma, Molly Weasley, look after it. She loves children. She raised seven of them and they all turned out brilliantly."

She shook her head. "I can't ask your family to do these things for me. They don't know me and I don't know them."

"Well then what are you planning on doing, Bridget? Do have another idea?"

"No, but…"

"Then let me write to my uncle and my grandma. If they say that it's okay, please consider it. It won't be forever, just until you can afford rent and a proper daycare."

She nodded slowly. "Alright then, if you insist."

"I do insist," I said, standing up. "Now if you'll excuse us, it's getting late and we don't want to get caught out of bed after hours."

"Thank you," she said. "I don't know why you decided to be so nice to me, but I'm very grateful."

"It was no problem at all," I replied, trying not to cry. "Your baby deserves a good life. And so do you."

Aidan gave her one last hug and stood up. "Bye Bridget," he said, giving her a wave as we made our way to the door.

"Well that was interesting," said Grace, once we had closed the door behind us and began our way back to the common room.

"I hope that Uncle George agrees to give her that job and place to stay," I said. "I'd feel awful if he doesn't."

"I'm sure he will," replied Aidan.

"You were brilliant in there," I told him. "Honestly, I didn't know you could be so nice. It was very impressive. I think Grace would agree with me."

He turned and looked at her, with the longing in his eyes that never seemed to disappear when she was around. "Do you?" he asked softly.

"Oh yes," she murmured, blushing slightly. "You were wonderful."

You could seriously cut the sexual tension between them with a knife.

We reached the common room and climbed inside the portrait hole. The room was still quite crowded, as it was not yet that late, but I felt very exhausted. "I'm going up to bed," I told them. '"Goodnight."

"I'll come too," said Grace. "Goodnight Aidan."

"Goodnight," he replied in a cheerful tone that I'd not heard him use with Grace since Matthew come along.

Upstairs in the dormitory, Grace began humming to herself as we got ready for bed.

"You seem quite happy about something," I commented.

"Do I?"

"Is it perhaps a certain blond boy that you couldn't seem to take your eyes off earlier?"

"Aidan?"

"Yes of course," I said, exasperated. "I saw the way you were looking at him. You're in love with him."

"No I'm not. We've discussed this before."

"Things change," I said, lying down. "Goodnight."

Sorry for the lack of Teddy in these past couple chapters. He'll be in it soon.

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