Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

27. The Beginning of the End

In the middle of the night, I am awoken sharply. I sit up, looking for the source of my discomfort, but find nothing there. Adrian is still beside me in his chair, fast asleep. His lip is still puffy, but otherwise he looks completely serene. I tug his hand to wake him gently.

"You alright?" He asks, his eyes glazed over with tiredness.

"Yeah, I just..." I trail off. Why had I woken him? "How are you?" I mumble.

He smiles, telling me he's perfect. He leans in, placing a hand on my cheek. He puts a lock of hair behind my ear, telling me, "And you are spectacular". I blush, and he leans back.

"Don't say that," I whisper, not meeting his gaze.

My chest tightens as he slowly leans in again. Our lips connect, and he scoots his entire body closer to mine. I lean in, desperately deepening the kiss. I place my hand on his thigh as I lean in, and he wraps his hand around my neck. His kisses are dizzying, leaving no room to think about anything else.

He places one hand on my waist, guiding me out of the bed and onto his lap. His hands begin to wander; his touch feels like he is desperate to feel every inch of me. I feel his hand start to creep slowly under my shirt, but I do not pull away. He fondles me gently, as if I were made of glass. I let out a light moan into his mouth; his touch melting me.

He kisses me harder, my moan exciting him. I find his hand leaving my breast and beginning to trace the waistband of my pants.

"How about we take these off?" He mutters before crashing into my lips again. I pull away from him, standing with my back turned to him as I try to catch my breath. I hastily pull my pants off but leave my underwear on. Adrian reaches out and rubs my bum, making me gasp.

I resume my place on his lap and he instantly brings his hands to my heat, rubbing against the cloth. He chuckles slightly, whispering, "Wet already?"

"Are you complaining?" I laugh right back. He shakes his head, continuing to pleasure me. His warm hands gently pull the fabric to the side, beginning to rub my bare skin. I gasp as he pushes his fingertips in, breaking our kiss. I press my forehead to his as he sinks deeper into me, pleasure completely taking over.

His touch is gentle, and he begins to suck slowly on my neck. I can't keep quiet anymore, his quickening pace bringing me closer to release. He slowly brings his thumb to my most sensitive area, making me ache in the best way.

"Mira?" He says, but his mouth doesn't move. "Mira!" he repeats, with more fervor in his voice.

Suddenly, my eyes open.

Adrian is leaning over my body, his face inches from mine. Our hands are interlocked, and he is still seated beside me, his body hunched to look at me. I slowly remove my hand from his grasp as I sit up, shielding my eyes from the bright sun that shines throughout the large windows. Where am I?

I look around the room, taking in my surroundings. The room was large, the walls ornately covered paintings that look from the romantic period and gold foil. I lay in a large, gauzy white bed with a soft canopy. I doubt I had ever seen this room before.

"Are you alright? You were groaning, I thought you were hurt." He says, sitting straight in his chair and stretching.

"I'm fine." I say quickly, my cheeks completely on fire.

I lay back down flat on my back, the thoughts rushing through my mind.

Guilt eats at me. I hadn't seen George since I ran from him at the tree. I had finally admitted to Fred my thoughts about my relationship with his brother; how I questioned it all. Adrian had been there to comfort me. But the fight had been Adrian's fault.

He had tackled George after I begged them to stop fighting. He had kissed me, and George had seen. Where was George now? Wondering where I was, his worst suspicions the reality of the situation? I close my eyes as tears begin to leak down my temples.

I had made a mess of everything. I had hurt George, hurt Adrian, and hurt our friends.

Adrian begins to move next to me. He stands, luckily not seeing that I had begun crying. "Adrian?" I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. Cautiously, he sits on the edge of the bed near my feet. He looks to the ground and swallows hard.

"I understand if you don't forgive me. I provoked... him. It was my fault he hurt you." He turns to me, reaching for my hand. "I know the last few days have been hard on you. Please, let me make you happy."

"What are you talking about?" I ask, incredulously.

"I have something I want to show you. Please." He gently pulls me out of bed. Once I am standing on my own two feet, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. He holds my hand and turns to walk out of the room. He closes the door behind us, then begins to pace the corridor, leaving me standing and watching him.

The wooden block transforms into a grand, detailed golden door.

"Hey, I know exactly where we are! I've used this room before!" I say excitedly.

"Shhh. Go on." He motions for me to open the door, smiling.

When I step through the entryway, my breath catches. The room is filled with flowers of all colors and sizes, filling the room with a wonderfully light scent. There is a beautifully decorated table with a light pink linen and fine china sets placed between more flowers.

"This looks like something out of a fairytale!" I smile, walking up and plucking a white flower from it's place on the wall. The golden mid-day light that fills the room feels warm and perfect.

"You wait here, I need just one moment." He leaves the room, leaving me to wander.

I sit at the table, admiring the detail of the tea set that sits in front of me. This was so beautiful. This beauty should fill me with happiness, but I am filled with worry and regret. Here I was, enjoying these silly little frivolous things while George was nowhere to be found.

I had been too harsh on him, pushing him away. I place my elbows on the table and my head in my hands. Time slows, leaving me aching in my solitude.

Adrian returns, propping the door open with his back as he brings a large tray to me. There is a full breakfast on the platter, which he serves with a smile.

"Thank you, Adrian, you're very thoughtful." I blush.

He smiles as he sits in the chair next to me, reaching for my hand. I let him hold it. We begin eating, chatting about Divination thoughtlessly. He looks deep into my eyes, trying to figure out how I am really feeling. I wonder if he could see the guilt that lives inside me.

"You truly are so beautiful." He smiles, bringing a small flower to my hair and tucking it behind my ear. I blush, shying away from his hand as it lingers on my cheek.

"I'm still a bit cross with you." I mumble, looking down.

He reaches his hand out and lightly guides my chin up so I am forced to face him. He leans in, slowly bringing his lips to mine. He kisses me gently, only once, before pulling away.

"How about now?" He whispers, his eyes intense.

"Yeah, still cross." I whisper back, looking away, "Listen Adrian, you can't do that anymore." His face falls, but I continue, "Like it or not, I'm dating George. I couldn't live with myself if we-"

"Don't you think that things can change? I just want a chance." He asks sadly.

"You know how I feel. But I need to speak with George. Please, understand." I beg.

"I care about you so much, dear. If you tell me to give up, I will. You just need to be honest."

"Give me until the end of the day. I'll have a decision for you, alright? I just really need to go right now."

He releases me, turning to look out of a large window. I precariously get out of my seat, silently turning my back to him and walking out of the beautifully ornate door.