Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

16. A Morning to Remember

George and I walk out of the castle, towards the large fields on the side of the castle. He grabs my hand and rushes forward as he laughs.

"Where are you taking me?" I giggle, picking up the pace of my steps.

"You'll see! Don't be a spoil sport, let me surprise you" George is basically yanking my arm out of its socket with his excitement.

"Georgie, you forget your legs are twice the length of mine" I complain. He turns to me and throws me over his shoulder, then starts out in a complete run. I bounce on his back, screaming with laughter and trying to hold my skirt from flying up.

Finally, we stop. He carefully sets me down, facing him. Without a word, he grabs my shoulders and turns me around. He wraps his arms around my shoulders, holding onto his own arms. I start to look in front of me to see what he was so excited about.

I gasp. We stand in front of the tree line, more than a mile away from school. In front of us is a beautiful canopy, completely covered in white flowers. A warm, shimmering sheen radiates from the beautiful view in front of me. Mesmerized, I step forward and away from George, into the canopy; I've never seen something so beautiful.

In the middle of the canopy there is a thick woven blanket, large fluffy pillows, even more flowers, and an intricately made large basket.

"A picnic?" I whisper, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

"If you don't like it we can-" George begins, nervously.

"Oh, shut up!" I turn to him and jump up to kiss him on the cheek. He follows me back down a bit, but I pull away and look away. I can't believe he did this for me. He takes my hand and leads me to sit on the blanket, the basket in between us.

He pulls out two cans of butterbeer and opens one, but then faulters. My heart races.

"Sorry," he says softly, "I wasn't thinking."

I shake my head, reaching out to take the drink. I quietly take a sip; George watches me, carefully.

I roll my eyes, flatly telling him, "There's nothing wrong with some butterbeer. I keep telling you I'm not the victim you wish I was."

"Sorry," he repeats. He opens the other butterbeer and takes a deep gulp, not matching my gaze.

"No, I'm sorry. Let's forget that. Can we try to start over?" I say, trying to lighten the mood.

"Does that mean you'll kiss me again? If so, that's a brilliant idea" He smirks, leaning in.

I lean in, kissing him on the lips. He pulls me closer, cupping my jaw. His other hand starts to wander across my body. I pull back.

"What else is in this basket?" I ask, blushing. He pulls out fruits, vegetables, and then a handful of-

"Chocolate frogs!" I call out excitedly.

"While I don't understand your obsession with them, I'm more than willing to support it" he winks at me.

I slowly move the basket, scooting closer to him. He looks at me, wordlessly. I silently sit myself on his lap, putting my head on his shoulder. He hugs me tightly, rubbing my back.

His heart is racing, as is mine.

"You truly look lovely today," he murmurs, "I just wish you'd stop messing with your hair"

"What, you prefer when I look like Hermione?" I giggle.

"Not necessarily... I just like when you look like you, I guess"

I sit up straight, and George still holds onto my waist. We are face to face. I take in every detail I can, gazing at his perfect face. His freckles are particularly noticeable under this light; there's the smallest blush under them.