Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

30. Drowning

I run down the halls aimlessly for a few minutes, until I pass a beautifully carved door which I recognize instantly. I whisper the password, "Pine Fresh", and push into the empty prefect's bathroom. The large room is cold, but beautiful.

I rush over to the swimming pool sized tub, turning all sorts of knobs until water begins to spurt out of the many faucets above. As the tub fills, I undress, keeping my underwear and bra on. Once the tub is full, only a few moments later, I hop into the warm water and begin to mull over my thoughts. The water relaxes me; the knots in my shoulders melting away.

My mind plays another game of back and forth, images of the two boys flashing and merging together in my head. I mindlessly play with the bubbles as I try to make sense of what has happened. As much as I felt pushed towards Adrian, I was always called back to George. But the opposite was true as well. Had George been right? I think back to our rows. He had been upset I snuck out to see... Adrian. He fought Adrian, only because he thought he was protecting me.

My mind races. My attraction to Adrian had put me in trouble before. I got too drunk, I snuck away and hid from my friends, and I had led him to hurt my closest friend. He had even turned me away. He didn't speak to me for weeks; shutting me out. Even so, I yearned for him. Tears begin to leak from the corners of my eyes.

I take a deep breath, plunging my head under the soapy water. The silence is deafening, alleviating the anxiety that had been quelling inside of me.

Who could I pick? My attraction to Adrian was unbearable, as long as he kept vying for me. My love for George ran so deep, into my very heartstrings. Everyone I know has told me they know George is the better one for me, which is something I can't ignore. I break the surface of the water, gasping for air.

Adrian would be fine without me. He could pick any girl he wanted; everyone pined for him. My heart aches with my thoughts; the water suddenly feels cold.

Adrian, the beautiful boy. George, my best friend. The ache in my head whispers that I'd be better off losing them both, running into the Forbidden Forest and never returning. But I can't. I had got myself in this mess, and I need to get myself out of it.

I climb out of the tub, reaching for a towel and drying myself off before I put my clothes back on. As I reach for my top, the door to the bathroom flies open. A Slytherin prefect, a boy my age, bursts in.

"Oh, um, I'm sorry." He calls but doesn't move. I quickly throw on my shirt and wrap my towel around my waist, shielding me.

"Hello? Get out you sod!" I scream at him, my cheeks red.

"Oh, right, sorry." He turns, and mutters something under his breath.

"What did you say?" I call out. He turns and smiles.

"I said Pucey wasn't lying" He chuckles, before he runs out of the door and into the hall. I take my pants in my hand and hastily pull them on.

What was that supposed to mean? I dry my hair, a frown beginning to form on my lips. Pucey wasn't lying? I question. He couldn't mean-

I run out of the bathroom, making my way back to the dungeon. I fly down the steps, my anger fueling every step. I pound on the door, taking everything within me to not kick it down. The door flies open and an older boy, older than I, stands in front of me. I push past him, shaking with range. I scan the common room, finding Adrian sitting on the couch on the far end of the room. He laughs with his friends, smiling and joking.

I push past the other Slytherins in the room, making my way towards him. He finally catches sight of me, which prompts him to stand up and smile. As I approach he begins to see my face is red from anger, and his smile slowly fades.

"Mira, precious, what's happ-"

"Do not call me precious!" I push his shoulder, but he doesn't move.

"What's happened?" He repeats, worry filling his eyes.

"What have you been saying about me?" I spit out.

"Nothing, I-I swea-" I cut him off again.

"You liar! Tell me the truth right now." I hiss. By now, the rest of the Slytherins have stopped what they were doing and have begun to watch our conversation.

"Maybe we should go to my room and speak," He says calmly, his face stony. He grabs my arm, but I swat him away.

"Tell me now, Adrian." I insist. His voice drops and he looks to the ground.

A boy, the same blonde boy who had taunted George in the dungeons weeks ago, laughs out loud. I turn to look at him, walking quickly in his direction. "Think something's funny?" I say quietly.

"You're upset he's told us you've shagged? As if you hadn't made it obvious enough while you were stumbling out." He continues to chuckle.

"Shut it, Malfoy," Adrian growls, his hands shaking.

"You told them we had sex?" I howl, turning to face Adrian.

"I-I-" He stutters, unsure of what to say. I briskly walk up to him and bring my hand up, slapping him across the face.

"That's a lie. How could you dare to try to win me back when you've been lying about me behind my back? You wanted me to make my choice, but you've already made it for me. I never want to speak to you again." Tears begin to leak from my eyes as I turn to run out of the common room.

I burst into the dungeon hall, gasping for air. I feel as if I am drowning, my lungs begging for air. I run up the stairs, my chest tight. I run down the main hall, running out of the castle and into the courtyard outside. The cool air shocks me, forcing me to take a deep breath. I begin to walk onto the grounds, stepping onto the powdery snow that had begun to fall only this morning. I shiver, missing the warmth of my coat. I continue to walk away from the castle, unsure of where to go.

I at last decide to go to the quidditch pitch; with weather like this I know it will be empty. I make my way through the cold grounds, at last reaching the stands and climbing up to the commentator's box. It was warm, and here I was alone.

I'm unsure of how long I stay in the commentator's box. The sun had set a while ago, casting a light glow on the pitch below me. No matter how much Adrian had cared for me, it meant nothing. Why had he wanted me back? Guilt? Pity? Ego? Is that why he had tried to force himself on me by the tree, trying to show anyone outside we had a physical relationship?

I gag at the thought. I wipe my eyes, my cold fingers stinging against the warm tears. I had trusted him. I had cared for him. I thought he was different. He had told me he was different, that I was different. I had just been another conquest, one he had to lie to win.

Another wave of nausea hits me. I have never felt so betrayed. That was the man I had hurt my friends over? Lee, Fred, George... George. Suddenly I jump up, sniffling and blinking away my tears. I descend the stairs to the pitch, dizzily making my way down.

I run back to the castle, coughing from the cold, desperate to find him. As I reach the castle door, I run smack into someone's chest; I am knocked to the ground.

"Merlin, are you alright?" The boy says, reaching his hand out to help me up. As if in slow motion, my eyes register who stands before me.

"Get away from me!" I yelp angrily. He looks down at me, dejected.

"Please, let me explain." He pleads, keeping his hand outstretched towards me. I lift myself from the ground by myself, turning my back to him and walking down the hall. He follows me, calling out my name. I ignore him, quickening my pace. Suddenly I feel his hand wrap around my wrist, pulling me to a stop.