Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

28. Confessions

I run down the hall of the seventh floor, my heart pounding. I climb up the steps, clamoring past the fat lady and into Gryffindor house.

It is the weekend, so what seems like all of my Gryffindor classmates are inside the common room. I look to the ground as I walk up the stairs, praying to find George in his room. When I finally enter the cold room, I find it is empty. I continue to run up the stairs, bursting into the room on the very top floor.

"Bloody hell! I'm getting dressed you madwoman!" Ron exclaims, clutching his sweater to his chest.

"Where's your brother?" I exclaim, rushing up to him.

"George? Pretty sure he went out to the pitch with Harry just a few hours ago." He looks at me wide-eyed. "Are you alright?" He takes a step closer to me.

"Peachy!" I call as I run back out of his room, flying down the steps. My heart pounds in my ears, although I cannot tell if it is from my nerves or the over-exertion from running back and forth in such a small period of time. I run out of the tower, flying down the steps. About halfway through the castle I run into Harry.

"Oh Harry!" I throw myself into his arms. He hesitates to hug me back, but wraps his arms around me after only a second of thought. "Have you seen George?" I ask breathlessly.

"Still out on the quidditch pitch, we had a bit of batting practice" He replies calmly, questioning my excitement.

I run out of the castle, making my way to the pitch not too far away. At last I see George, holding his bat and keeping an eye out for the bludger he had undoubtably set loose.

I walk up cautiously, looking around for the ball as well. "Georgie?" I call out, still a great distance away from him. His head snaps in my direction.

"Hey there," He calls, dropping his bat and walking towards me.

"Where's the bludger?" I ask, cautiously. He grins.

"I actually do not know. Hasn't shown up for a clean twenty. We better try to keep an eye out," He winks, finally meeting me at the entrance of the pitch. He reaches for my hand, his face falling. "Are you alright?" He asks, quietly.

"I wanted to talk to you." I say softly, as worry begins to etch his face.

"You hate me now, don't you?" Shame fills his expression.

"Obviously not."

"Well, you should. I hit you! I-I can't forgive myself for that." He raises his voice, eyes well up with tears.

"You didn't mean it." I wrap my arms around him. "I know you didn't mean it."

"I'm sorry Mira. I'm sorry for not trusting you; for having a row. I'm sorry for fighting him. And I'm so sorry you got hurt." He pulls away, leaning down to make direct eye contact. "I promise I will never hurt you again."

"George, I'm not upset. I just need to speak to you, okay?" I take a deep breath, "Preferably somewhere where I'm not fearing getting smacked upside the head with that bloody bludger?"

He guides me out of the pitch, leading me to the dressing tent and sitting down on the bench, urging me to sit with him. I sit at his side, not touching him.

"What's on your mind, dear?" He asks, staring down at me.

"I don't want you to be upset." I choke out, not wanting to tell him the truth.

"You're the one who should be upset, not me." His expression is full of worry, his eyebrows heavy and mouth twisted.

"Yesterday, I- I went to see Fred in the hospital wing again. We spoke a bit but w-when I left-" I cut off, guilt filling my core, "I ran into Adrian. I didn't feel well, so h-he put me to bed. Nothing happened, I swear it. He didn't even lay with me. But..." I trail off, dropping my gaze.

"But you wanted something to happen?" He questions, saddened.

"I-I think so. Nothing happened, I didn't let it. But I'm so sorry." My eyes burn, tears making my vision gloss over.

His fists clench, the knuckles turning white. Subconsciously, I flinch away slightly. Tears begin to fill his eyes.

"Mira, I would never think of hurting you. Please don't be afraid of me." The tears begin to fall slowly on his high cheekbones. He attempts to wipe them away with the palm of his hand, only making the shine of his tears gleam across his face. I lean towards him, resting my hand on top of his knee.

"I'm wretched. No matter what I try, I can't get him out of my head. But you know how much I care for you. I-I-." My eyes feel as if they're on fire, the tears threatening to leak onto his shirt.

"I'll ask you once. Do you love him?"

"No! I-I don't think so." I cry.

George's hands shake. I can feel his jaw clench. "You don't think so?" I pull back. "You don't know him!" He says, his voice leaning more towards anger than despair.

"Don't you think it upsets me? I know what you- what everyone thinks of him! I wish I could just be with you; I wish I could forget him. But I can't go on dating you when I feel this way, it isn't fair to you!" I spit out.

"You're saying you don't want to date me?" He is quiet. This worries me more than if he had continued yelling.

"No, George, that I shouldn't. Not right now. Oh, I told you this would ruin everything!" My tears are steadily streaming down my face as I shout.

"We don't have to ruin anything." His voice again matching mine, yelling in anger. He takes a step away from me, his voice dropping. "Mira, I love you."

My heart stops beating. George drops his hands to his sides, a deep blush setting in his cheeks. I look to the ground, tears streaming down my face. He takes a step back closer to me, and I only see his feet shuffling towards me. I see his hand reach up to my cheek, as my breath barely begins to calm.

He wipes my tears with his thumb.

"I love you." He repeats, pulling my face up. I look into his gentle eyes.

"How? How could you love me? I've done nothing but hurt you. I can't give you solid answers, I feel like I can't fully devote myself to you-" I cry, closing my eyes to avoid his gaze.

"That isn't true, Mira. You have brought me so much joy. You have made me happier than I ever thought I could feel. When you're with me, it feels like I've drunk liquid luck. I love you."

I look up, finally looking into his beautiful eyes. "I love you too, George. I do. But I can't do this anymore." His face distorts as my tears fill my eyes.

"What?" George asks, concern filling his face.

"I know I'm hurting you. I feel horrible, as I have for weeks now. I know I can't be yours completely, not while Adrian is-"

"I don't care about Adrian!" He shouts, "Can't you just forget him?"

"I can't! I don't know why, but I can't!" I sob, falling to the ground. This was the last straw. My heart has finally ripped in two. George picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Put me down, George." I sniff as I wipe my face, feeling the puffiness begin to set on my eyes.

"No. We're going to talk with that bloke, the both of us. This ends today."