Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

20. The Calm Before the Storm

The next few days go by quickly. George and I sit together in every class, even Divination. Adrian sits in the front of the class, never looking back at me. The days pass in a blur, and it is suddenly Wednesday night.

I am huddled on the couch by the fireplace with George, Fred, Lee, and Ginny. It was already well into the night, and we were all in our pajamas.

"They won't even see what's coming!" Ginny exclaims. The boys all laugh, but my stomach drops. The Gryffindor versus Slytherin game was tomorrow evening. George would be going face to face with Adrian soon. Adrian had completely avoided us both, but the news of George and I becoming a couple had quickly spread around the entire school.

George settles a hand on my bare thigh as he speaks to his siblings, all of them speaking of strategies and gameplays that they would be debuting tomorrow.

"I wish you'd be on the pitch," Fred complains to me.

"I can't. I've already been replaced; I have too much work to do anyways." I answer sadly. They all continue to talk, Lee chiming in every once in a while, making jokes at the expense of the Slytherins. I don't join in, but laugh when I'm meant to and smile halfheartedly while they talk.

The common room slowly empties, until it is only my group left. Fred and Ginny leave to go to bed; Lee mentions he will go in a minute. He vaguely mentions being hungry and going down to the kitchens, inviting us to go. George and I both decline, and he leaves the common room to go downstairs.

This is the first moment I've had alone with him in days.

"How are you, my dearest?" He asks, pulling me closer to him. The arm around my shoulders is warm, strong.

"I'm a bit worried, if I'm honest. Slytherin is always one of our worst matches and now-" I stop before I bring up Adrian. This isn't lost on George, who shrugs.

"Now it's personal" He finishes for me.

"It shouldn't be," I mumble under my breath, "Not for you at least"

He grins, nudging my shoulder. He whispers in my ear, "Oh trust me dear, I took something he can never take from me... or you, for that matter."

"Oh, you're such a git! It was not a prize up for taking, you tosser!" I exclaim, pushing him away from me in annoyance.

"I was only joking; I didn't mean anything of it seriously. I swear it." He reaches out to me, but I pull even further. He continues to apologize, "Alright I was being daft. Forgive me"

I look at his concerned face; I begrudgingly accept his apology, prompting him to scoot over and sit close to me again. He wraps his big arm around me again. We sit watching the flames together, the light crackling of flames and the glow from the fire prodding us to sleep.

"Hey, lovebirds," Lee shakes us awake, a mouth full of food, "I'm all for your joyous union and displays of affection, but this boy has got an important game tomorrow. He needs real rest, on a bed." He walks away from us, muttering under his breath and shoving more food in his mouth.

"He's right, we should be off to bed." I announce, getting off the couch. George stands quickly, grabbing onto my waist. He sneaks a kiss onto my lips quickly before he beings to speak.

"Come lay with me?" He says in a tone somewhere between asking and telling.

I sigh, ready to decline- we were already the talk of the house, and people only knew we went on a date in the greenhouse. If we were caught sharing a bed, even in the dormitory where there were loads of other people, the rumors would fly around quicker than a seeker on his broom. He tugs my arm.

He nods his head to the staircase leading to his room, "C'mon. You heard Lee, I need real rest," He wiggles his eyebrows, "and you know just how to relax me."

"Shove off!" I push away from him.

"Again, joking... Well, sort of. Just laying with you does relax me. I promise there will be... no funny business," he stands up straight, "I retract that and replace it with minimal funny business."

"No funny business. Your bloody brother is in the same room!"

"Alright. Yes, no funny business." He crosses his heart, and I finally giggle.

I push past him to his staircase and begin to ascend; he follows closely behind. He smacks my bum, immediately apologizing and pushing me up the stairs before I can change my mind and go sleep in my own bed.

We reach his dormitory, and he dramatically opens the door with a bow. I giggle quietly and enter the room. I walk over to his bed and crawl into the covers, George quickly getting in behind me. He curves his body against my back, placing an arm under my neck and the other around my waist.

His breathing almost automatically slows, and I can tell he is asleep in mere moments. I am not as lucky, thinking about all of the possible outcomes that tomorrow could bring.

What if Adrian held a grudge against George, against me? The Slytherin team loved to attack their opponents in a normal game, this game would be no different if not worse. Not to mention that it was George and Fred's job to attack Adrian during the game; if they held a vendetta, there could be serious damage done. My thoughts race, but somehow I drift off to sleep.

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When I wake, the bed is cold. I reach out to feel nothing but the sheets of George's bed. I sit up, finding a note that looks hastily scribbled.

We have our last practice before the game this morning; I won't see you until Divination. Sneak some bacon to class? I'll be famished.

The entire room is empty, everyone who slept in this room is at practice. I get out of bed, going to my own room to fetch my robes for class, when I freeze. I double back to the boy's room, going to his wardrobe. I find a large sweater with a giant "G" embroidered on the front and take it with me to my room. I tuck it away in my wardrobe, planning on wearing it to the match later in support of George.

I change into my robes, not bothering to add magic to my hair, and get ready for my day.

I converse with Hermione and some girls in my year casually, then take a healthy portion of strips of bacon into a small container. I walk to the astronomy tower, uninterrupted. I reach out for the handle of the door but stop when I hear someone calling my name quietly.

I turn around, looking for the disembodied voice. I don't see anyone, so I turn and reach for the handle once more. Something encloses my hand and pulls me away from the door, quickly.

"I was hoping we could speak," Adrian says, dropping my hand and looking deeply into my eyes.