Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

24. The Infirmary

"Lee? What are you doing here?" I ask, rushing over to him. Worry etches his face.

"I couldn't sleep. Where were you off to with George? You never came back to the common room" He asks, quietly.

"That doesn't matter" I quickly answer, pulling a chair to sit next to him.

"Alright, secretive sally. Why are you here?" He nudges my shoulder.

"Same as you. I was worried." I reach out to grasp his hand, a friendly and familiar touch.

Lee and I sit in silence for a moment. He continues to hold my hand while he clears his throat, beginning to speak. "Mira, why did Adrian Pucey come looking for you after the match? 'Mione said he even stopped to talk to you whilst he was flying."

I take a deep breath, buying an extra second of time. "He doesn't want to give up. I told him it was too late, but he... he wants another chance."

Lee shifts uncomfortably at my words, but I continue to speak anyways. "I already told him it was too late; I'm with George. He thinks it's a mistake." Tears well in my eyes, "And I don't know who's right." Lee leans over to give me a tight hug.

"I know you're feeling confused. George has told us you feel... pulled in both directions. But trust me when I tell you we want what's best for you. And you know, deep down, it's not Pucey."

I don't answer him but pull away and nod.

"What are you talking to a lady about... that for?" A voice creaks behind me.

"Frederick!" I cry, throwing myself into his arms. He groans but lifts his arms to hug me back.

"Pucey, mate. Not-" Lee is cut off by Fred's booming laugh. I release Fred, looking at him intently.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?" I ask feverishly.

"Calm down, girl. I'm just aching now, nothing compared to how I felt when that old bat Pomfrey started working on me" He smiles, looking like his old, healthy self. "And what's this? Oh please, Lee, get me a bucket. I'm going to be sick!" He tugs at the sleeve of my sweater.

"Very funny. George and I are together if you haven't noticed." I huff, trying to be serious; my underlying smile gives me away.

"Oh, trust me, we know," Lee chimes in, chuckling nervously.

"What? What do you think you know?" I ask, my heart rate beginning to pick up its pace.

"Oh nothing you dunce, he's taking the mickey out of you. My git of a brother is a real gentleman, never giving any of the juicy updates to us." He laughs even harder, making Lee and I join in with him.

His laugh is contagious, always able to make everyone feel better.

"How are you two? Still honeymooning?" Fred asks.

"I'm glad you're okay Freddie," I say, looking at the goofy grin he has plastered on his lips and avoiding his question.

Lee, Fred, and I speak in a friendly conversation, joking and planning a prank we could pull together once Fred has recovered. Light begins to shine through the windows, and Lee and I decide we must get to our dormitory if we want to get any sleep before classes start.

We leave Fred, walking together with quiet jokes between us. We reach the portrait of the fat lady, and as Lee begins to tell her the password, I yell.

"Godric! I've left George! You go on, Lee!" I turn and run down the stairs to the seventh floor, but the wall is blank. I pace the corridor, but no door appears. The wall stares back at me, all stone and unchanging. I kick the wall in frustration, injuring my toes in the process.

I fold over in pain, upset at myself for leaving in the middle of the night, especially after refusing him. I pace down the corridor again, thinking of the bedroom which George and I had shared. The wall remains the same as before, blank. I turn, defeated, stepping towards the staircase once more.

I quickly begin to climb the stairs, on my way to the common room. I enter the tower, where the warm light of the early morning is still. It's still too early for other students to wake. I begin to ascend the stairs to the girl's dormitory, but something inside me stirs me to stop. I turn, deciding to go up the steps to the boy's dorms.

I walk up the steps, sleepiness finally settling upon me, and quietly enter the room where Lee and the twins sleep. Fred's bed remains empty, Lee is snoring lightly in his, and finally I see George, lying in his bed wide awake.

"Oh, there you are! I went looking for you-" I whisper, trying to not wake Lee.

"After you'd run off." George's tone is cold as ice.

"Only to-"

"To what? See him again?" He mutters through gritted teeth.

"To see who? I was with Fred! Lee was there!" I feverishly try to explain.

"Lee got back a while ago, woke me up on his way in. You didn't come back with him."

"Because I went to look for you on the seventh floor. George, I swear I didn't go see anybody but Fred." Tears begin to well in my eyes. I had lied to him once about where I had gone, and he clearly still did not trust me.

"Well. How's our dear Freddie then?" His mocking tone is still one of mistrust.

"You're cross with me." I say, ignoring his question.

"I'm not." He lies. He motions for me to lay with him, his brow still furrowed.

Tentatively, I sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from him.

"I was with Fred." I insist, my voice cracking. He grabs my waist from behind, pulling me closer to him. Lee continues to snore. My eyes are burning, the tears threatening to fall.

George wraps an arm around me, making me lay down and face him. He catches a tear that leaks from my eyes with his thumb, frowning.

"Alright, I believe you. I'm sorry. Honest, now, how's my brother?"

I sniffle, trying to stop myself from crying. "He was awake, laughing with us. He seems a lot better already." I snuggle into George's arms, finding solace in the fact that Fred seemed alright.

"What do you say we skip class tomorrow? Go visit him instead? We can give the excuse that we're under emotional duress; we can't bear to be away from him." He nudges my shoulder and I nod quietly. He continues, "I'm sorry for not trusting you. It's just the last time..." he trails off. I don't respond, my feelings still heavily hurt.

"You know what, I think it's best if I go to my own bed tonight." I mutter, pushing away from him in the bed.

"Mira, please stay. I'm sorry," He tugs on my arm. I let him pull me back, settling once again in his arms. George tries to kiss me, but I shy away and turn so my back is against his stomach. He wraps his arms around me silently.

I close my eyes, allowing sleep to take me without another word to George.