"So, Bridget," she looked at me over her glasses, "what's the deal with you and Mr. Potter? Young love perhaps?"
I rolled my eyes, Why did I even have to do this stupid interview? "We are just good friends, and aren't we supposed to talk about the tournament?"
"Yes, of course," she giggled, "but my readers don't want to get bored with that just yet. Do you ever get jealous of Harry's fame? He seems to be quite famous and you just seem to be his bestfriend. Is that all your known as?"
"Harry and I are best friends, yes, but I do not get jealous of him. I have no reason to. And people don't view me as just his best friend. I have my own name here." Her quick-writing quill kept scribbling and was getting on my nerves.
"Hm...So if you aren't in a relationship with Harry Potter, you must in a relationship with somebody, right?"
"Why does being in a relationship matter?" I asked.
"Because you couldn't be anybody with out someone else."
"That is false," I corrected. "I made my way perfectly fine without a man. I do have a boyfriend now, but I got him before summer started. I got my 'fame' here in first year."
"Well," she coughed, "let's talk about this boyfriend. You say you've been together for only a few months. Everything going smooth?"
"Yes, it is perfectly fine," I eyed her quill.
"Are you sure? You say that with such a sour voice and face," she commented.
"Yes, I'm sure. Our relationship is perfectly fine. And I wasn't making a sour face."
"You seem to be distracted by my quill," she tilted her head. "Would you like me to hide it?"
"No," I shook my head.
"Then let's continue. How do you like the champions? What are your views on all of them?"
"I don't know Victor Krum or Fleur Delacour very well, but Cedric Diggory is very nice," I smiled.
"Is he your secret lover?" She smirked.
"What?! Absolutely not," I shook my head.
"Then why are you taking it so hard?"
"Because my actual boyfriend is amazing. I wouldn't ask for anything else."
She hummed and looked over to the quill, "Just a few more questions." I nodded. She proceeded, "Are you excited about being the Helper for the tournament?"
"Not really," I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't want to get hurt, but I need to be the protector. I will do the job I've been given."
"So, you'd say you didn't ask for this job, or did you want to be in it but weren't of age?"
"I didn't ask to be in it," I answered. "I didn't even really like the tournament, because people could've been getting hurt just for our amusement."
She narrowed her eyes, "Have you never heard of it before?"
"Nope," I shook my head. "I'm a muggle-born raised with a squib mother. I didn't even know Hogwarts existed until I got my letter."
"Oh, you're a muggle-born...how...interesting."
"I guess so?"
"Okay," Rita Skeeter got up. "Our interview is over now. You may leave."
Thank Merlin! I got up without another word. I quickly made my way up the steps and out of the broom cupboard. Nobody was there since they all got their interviews before I did. I made my way down the hallway towards the Gryffindor Common Room.
I felt someone grab me by the waist and spin me around. I yelped, "Oh my god!"
He set me down and laughed, "Did I scare ya?"
"Yes," I laughed as well.
"So," he grabbed my hands, "I have a little surprise for you."
I narrowed my eyes, "What?"
"Let's go get you dressed, nothing special, and I'll take you there."
"Take me there?" I raised my eyebrows as we started to walk.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
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"Can I open them now?" I whined.
"No yet," his voice told me. "But I need to let go of your hand for a second. Don't move."
I did as he told. His hands weren't in mine anymore and I heard him fiddling with something. It almost sounded like a door knob. I heard a door open and his voice came back, "Walk forwards." I did, taking each step very slow. His hands grabbed mine, and he dragged me into a room.
I stood in the room as he closed the door. "Okay," he sounded very excited, "open your eyes."
The room was covered in these, almost Christmas like, lights. There were bookshelves among bookshelves; almost like a library. There was an empty space in the center was a sofa/couch thing.
I giggled and jumped up on it. My eyes went over the jukebox and television. Everything was perfect.
"You like it?" Draco laughed.
"Like it?!" I gasped. "This is heaven!"
He laughed and plopped down next to me, "Glad you like it. I found it on short notice. I've never even seen the place before."
"What do you mean?"
"I swore I've walked by that wall so many times, and I've never seen this door. One day, I was walking around thinking about what to get you as an anniversary present, and this thing popped out of nowhere."
I smiled, This is the Room of Requirement...how sweet that the ROR thought of me when it comes to Draco getting an anniversary present.
"What are you so giggly about?"
"Nothing," I sighed and sat up.
"Wait," he whined, "let's cuddle for a bit."
"We can cuddle when I get myself a book to read and put on some music," I laughed and walked over to the bookshelf. I gazed around the area. I smiled when I saw it. One of my favorite stories.
I grabbed it, and waltzed over to the Juke Box. I flipped through the discs. I picked at random. The songs began to play as I sat back on the couch. Draco flopped onto me. Laying his head on my chest, he started to sniff.
"What are you doing?" I flipped open the book.
"You always smell nice. Like..." he paused for a moment. "Like cookie dough and rain!"
I laughed, "I almost forgot rain had a smell."
"Same," he snuggled up to me as I began to read.
"Hey, Bridge?"
"Yeah."
"What's that?" He was looking at the machine.
"It's a Juke Box," I continued to read.
"What's it do?"
"It plays you music," I answered him.
"And you can just sit and relax?"
"Close," I began to massage his head of hair. "In some you can just pick a song/album, or you have to pay then pick. Then it'll play what you pick. Pretty cool, huh?"
I felt him shrug. I chuckled and read, he's adorable. He would adjust himself from time to time, but didn't really say anything.
"Whatcha reading?" He asked after about ten minutes.
"Romeo and Juliet."
"What's it about?"
"A boy and a girl who fall in love, but they are enemies. So they love each other in secret," I answered his question.
"That kind of sounds like you and me."
I laughed, "You're adorable."
"No," he sighed, "I'm your Romeo."
I felt my face start to get red. I took a deep breath, "Sort of, I guess so."
"You're cute when you blush."
"No," I mocked, "I'm your Juliet."
He placed his chin on my chest, "Could you read it to me?"
I smiled and laughed, "I would love to."