Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

23. On the Seventh Floor

The walk to the hidden room feels instantaneous. George had carried me the entire way, the gentle back and forth of his movement calming me even further.

"Sweetheart, I haven't got a clue on how this works. You'll have to tell me what to do." George whispers, looking at the blank wall in front of him.

"Go on, walk, and think of something you really want. Something you need." I whisper back.

He begins to pace the corridor, silently. His breathing is slow and rhythmic, but his heart is going a million kilometers an hour. Finally, on his third trip down the corridor, a door appears. He smiles, amazed by the magic that had made it appear, and opens the room.

To my surprise, it looks exactly as it did the first night we had come here. George walks directly to the bed, gently dropping me in the middle of the four poster and then sliding himself in after me.

"Do you want to sleep in your jeans?" He asks, "I'm not suggesting anything... It just can't be comfortable can it?" Without answering him, I take off my pants and throw them to the side.

We lay facing each other in silence for a few moments, before I gather the courage to speak.

"Are you alright?" I ask, quietly.

"Perfectly well. That's the problem, isn't it?" He answers in a whisper. I look into his eyes and see a deep sadness.

"You wish it wasn't Fred, don't you? You wish it were you." My emotions are still fuzzy from the firewhiskey, but my thoughts are clear as day. He doesn't answer.

I continue to whisper to him, telling him, "I know you feel a pain for your brother; I do as well. But he will recover. He is so strong, you mustn't worry. And you can't wish it had been you, you know he would ache for you the way you ache now." I place a hand on his cheek.

He covers my hand with his own, letting a tear fall onto my hand. Wordlessly, I wrap myself around him, holding his head loosely to my chest, allowing him to gently cry. He was so sensitive, so thoughtful. He never would have allowed himself to cry in front of Lee, or even Fred.

"Mira," George says against my shoulder.

"Yes, Georgie?"

"You are the best thing to ever happen to me. I- I-" He breaks off suddenly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

He shifts away from me, bringing himself face to face with me. I smile lightly, caressing his hair. He leans in slowly, gently touching hips lips to my cheek. I blush, which brings George out of his sadness. He smiles a small smile, not showing his teeth.

He brings a hand to my waist, then in a spontaneous burst of excitement, tickles me. I laugh and shriek and attempt to push him away, but he holds me close. He laughs a laugh that shakes his whole chest, his smile finally reaching his eyes. At last the torture stops, and he lays with me. We lay together, wrapped in each other's arms. I'm not sure if mere minutes or hours pass, but I begin to drift off to sleep.

"I'm glad you asked me to bring you here," George whispers into my hair.

"Oh yeah? Why's that Weasley?" I mutter with a playful annoyance.

"Because I can do this," He grasps my face and kisses me boldly on the lips. "And this," he slowly moves to kiss my cheek, "and this!" He squeezes my bum playfully, chuckling to himself.

My heart races. He looks back into my eyes, filled with thoughts that are begging to break the surface.

"If you can do that, then I can do this," I grab his throat with one arm and lean in, kissing him on the neck. He grows restless, his breathing beginning to quicken in my ear. Once he is clearly excited, I pause. I quickly lick his neck playfully and turn away from him, making him groan in frustration. I giggle lightly, to the dismay of the excited boy laying next to me.

His strong arm wraps around me, his hand landing on my breast over my clothes. My already pounding heart begins to beat even faster. I don't move, unsure of what to do.

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look in my clothing?" he mumbles, "but I must say you look even better with them off."

"You dog!"

"Come on! It's been way too long since we've been alone. I'm not above groveling, you know!"

"Oh I'd love to hear you beg" I tease, sitting up and facing him again. He quickly reaches down and pulls the sweater and shirt off of me in one sweep, admiring my body. I attempt to cover myself with my hands, giggling at his boldness.

He begins to touch my body, tracing my figure and caressing my breasts, but I place my hand over his, holding it still.

"George, would you forgive me if we stop? I-I just can't tonight. I can't think about anything like that right now, not while Fred is in-"

"I'm sorry, you're right. For a moment I had forgotten." He pulls me to lay with him, cuddling me close to his chest.

"Will you take a rain check?" I whisper into his chest.

"I'll be cashing it in as soon as everything is right back to normal." He laughs. His eyes flutter closed almost immediately, and he falls asleep whilst rubbing my back gently.

My mind begins to bring up old memories, not allowing me to drift off. I am suddenly reminded of Adrian. Even after everything George and I have done, my mind cannot help but cling to the memories of the Slytherin boy.

Adrian was truly soft under his rough, bad exterior. Everyone on the outside saw him as cruel, heartless, and a player. But he had shown me the real him; he had stripped away the facade.

He had rushed to find me, to promise me he hadn't taken part of Fred's fall. He knew it could have been George who was hurt, but he was still willing to comfort me if I was mourning over the boy who had taken me from him.

My mind flies to Fred. He was all alone in the hospital wing, if not asleep then in immense pain. My heart aches. I slowly slide out of George's embrace, careful to not wake him. I quietly pull my jeans and sweater back on, then walk out of the door into the freezing corridor. I make my way down the stairs in the darkness.

I walk quickly to the infirmary, seeing the door is slightly ajar. I step inside, my eyes slowly adjusting to the low light. At the far end of the room, where Fred had been lying earlier, there is a dark figure sitting next to him.

I bring myself to walk forward, although I am afraid. I walk as quietly as I can, trying to figure out who could be at Fred's side. The figure senses my presence, turning to look at me. My breath catches.