Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

18. Part Two

We walk down the stairs quietly. Was George mad at me? I had just told him that I picked him, that Adrian and I were over. I didn't know what to expect, but this is not what I thought was a possibility. I stop walking in the middle of the staircase.

"George," I say, seriously, "Are you upset?"

"C'mon, the sun will start setting soon." He answers curtly.

"Answer my question." I kick myself for letting my voice shake.

"You lied to me." He looks down at me, an undoubtable pain in his eyes. His voice has the smallest bit of venom behind it, whether it's intentional or not I do not know.

"I didn't want to hurt your feelings-" I try to explain, in a weak attempt.

"You didn't want to hurt my feelings?" He asks, incredulously. I should have known my actions would have consequences. I shouldn't have lied to him; I just didn't want to bring up Adrian at all.

"I just didn't want-" He cuts me off.

"Come on, we don't have much time." He grabs my hand and pulls me down the stairs. Instead of going outside the large main doors, he pulls me through a few empty corridors. We reach a small door, which he opens quickly; it opens to the greenhouses connected to the school.

We walk together in silence, until we reach the last greenhouse of the row. I gasp at the view in front of me. The greenhouse is lit up completely by small, twinkling lights. The lights look like stars, tucked into the leaves of the vines that reach the glass ceiling. The sun is only beginning to set, casting a perfectly orange glow over the beautiful scene.

George takes a step forward and opens the greenhouse door. He motions for me to enter the greenhouse with a small nod of his head. I step into the greenhouse and am immediately rushed with a floral scent. He had picked my favorite greenhouse, where Professor Sprout grew muggle flowers and decorative wizard plants.

George enters behind me, placing a hand on my hip. He guides me forward, to the far end of the greenhouse. There is a beautiful bouquet of loads of different white and pink flowers, butterbeers, and a spread of all of my favorite dishes on the large table that runs through the entire Herbology classroom. Tears begin to form in my eyes.

"I- I can't believe you did this. It's perfect" I stutter. I look up to meet his gaze. He smiles, his angry emotions from before forgotten.

"I was afraid it wouldn't be enough... You mean the world to me, but all I could whip together was this little greenhouse." He sits in one of the chairs at the end of the table, motioning for me to sit with him. Instead of sitting across from him, I walk straight to him and sit on his lap.

"I'm so sorry for ever hurting you. I've hated myself for ever making you upset. You were right to be mad with me earlier." I stare into his eyes. He furrows his brows.

"Stop, let's forget it. We're here now, let's enjoy it, yeah?" He looks so handsome in this light. I nod my head slowly, smiling at him. He squeezes my shoulders and we talk of nothing and everything at the same time. We snack on the elaborate set up of food as we converse, until he brings up the upcoming quidditch match.

"It's against Slytherin, isn't it?" I ask, trying to keep my joyful tone.

"Yes. And we would be sure to beat them if you were still playing. You were the best chaser we've ever had!" He groans.

"You're sure to win in any case. Don't you worry, I'll be supporting you from the stands. I was thinking of plastering your face on a tshirt, what do you think?" I playfully ruffle his hair and he laughs, giddy to have someone cheer him on.

I can't help but think of how George has so many underlying insecurities, always comparing himself to his brothers. If only he knew how amazing he was. He continues to talk of past games and strategies, many of which I've already forgotten.

My mind begins to shift elsewhere. The truth is I am terrified of the upcoming game. George and Fred as the Gryffindor beaters would already have it out for Adrian, even without the added tension I had created. I'm scared they'll abuse this dynamic; they could seriously hurt him.

I can't voice my fears to George, of course, I daren't speak of Adrian any more. Although he has given up on me, as I had given up on him, I can't help but want to fix this severed connection. Since the beginning of the year, there was something calling me towards him, and I needed to figure out what it was.

"If she's able to complete it, we'll win by a long shot!" George finishes his story that had fallen on deaf ears.

I dramatically flail my arms about in grandiose gestures as I tease him, saying "I'm sure you'll all do amazingly and bring honour to our house and McGonagall herself will-" I'm interrupted by a large hand on my mouth.

"Oh, shut up you prat! You're taking the mickey out of me; I can feel it!" He accuses, but he laughs which lessens the seriousness of his tone. I lick his hand and he pulls it away, disgusted.

"Hours ago, you were begging to snog; now my saliva disgusts you?" I joke. A mistake. His mood shifts at the mention of snogging and he shifts in his seat. "I was only joking, Georgie." I am still sitting on his lap; our faces are inches from each other. He leans in but I pull away, getting out of his lap.

I sit in the chair next to him and smile meekly, my cheeks flushed.

"What's wrong? Why don't you want to kiss me?" He prods, reaching out to cusp my cheek.

"Trust me, I do. But I just don't want to do it here. Someone could walk by and see or-"

"Are you embarrassed of me?" He asks, a sadness and wave of insecurity quickly flooding his face.

"No, of course no! I just..." I touch the hand that he has resting on my cheek, "I could never be embarrassed of you. You're the kindest, best-looking, and funniest man I have ever met. You know that?"

He smiles sadly at me, not believing my words. In an instant I decide what I want to do, what I can do to prove to him that there is no one else in the world I would rather be with.

I get up from my chair and begin walking away from the table, hoping he is following me. My impulse makes my heart race. I had barely thought up my plan before I acted, but somehow I knew this is exactly what I wanted to do.