Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

19. Room of Requirement

A/N: This chapter will contain (consenting, tame) intimacy. If this may make you uncomfortable, feel free to skip this chapter. The plot in the following chapters will still make sense if you choose to not read this chapter! Thank you for all of your support, you all make this story worth writing (:

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By the time I reach the greenhouse door, George is by my side. He walks with me, questioning where we are going and complaining when I won't answer. We walk to the seventh floor, and I pull him into the left hallway.

"You can't tell anyone I know about this, alright?" I quickly tell him.

"Alright... Well, what exactly is going on?" He questions me.

I let go of his hand and start pacing the corridor like a mad woman, running down the hall and back. I don't answer his question, to his dismay. I know I look like I've gone insane, but I need to do this quickly. Finally, on my third trip down the hall, George gasps.

I look up and my hopes have come true; there is a large ornate door in the hall that was not there before. I grin, grabbing George's hand and pulling him into the room with me. Inside, there is a large four post bedframe with a white gauzy canopy and fluffy white sheets. The room is filled with burning candles, their glow casting a romantic hue over everything we see.

"What's all this?" George asks, incredulous.

"I found this room; you mustn't tell anyone about it. But... it becomes whatever you want. When I first found it I was searching for a place to hide Filch's keys in year four..." I stop short, as he is staring at me incredulously.

"What you want is a bed? A-And... me?" He asks, his hands quaking. I nod slowly. He walks over to the bed, standing near the edge and feeling the sheets. I walk up behind him, placing my hands on his back.

"We can leave and go back to the greenhouse if you'd like to. I was just being stupid." I whisper.

He turns to face me, cusping my face in his hands. His hips press into my stomach, his height creating a great divide between us. He sits on the bed, allowing us to be face to face. He tucks my hair behind my ear, staring intently at my face. I blush, his intensity boring directly into me.

He leans in, pulling me closer. When his lips meet mine, my stomach immediately bursts with butterflies. He kisses me slowly, carefully. He lowers one hand to my neck, the other goes even lower and traces my body. I push against him, making him sit farther back on the bed. I climb on top of him, not breaking our gentle kiss.

He hungrily moves his hands across my body, feeling every square inch of me. My knees are on either side of his hips, but he doesn't try to rush things. He takes his time moving to my throat, sucking gently and leaving me breathless. I shiver under his touch.

I pull away for just a moment, pulling his shirt off of him carefully. I toss it to the side and admire his muscular build before he leans in to kiss me again. Now, his hands travel to my back, playing with my zipper.

"Take it off of me," I whisper. He holds my waist with one hand, and slowly- achingly slowly- pulls my zipper down. I climb off of him and turn around, facing away from the bed and him entirely. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it over my head, leaving me exposed in just my underwear.

He grabs my wrist, pulling me back to face him gently. He looks at my face, deeply into my eyes. "You are so beautiful, Mira." He pulls me gently to him before he lifts me onto the bed, laying me on my back. He is on top of me in an instant, his mouth immediately dropping to my chest. He kisses my collarbone and neck, and a warmth grows inside of me.