Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

31. Actions and Reactions

"You're hurting me." I say as I try to pull away from his grasp. He holds me tighter, not letting me escape. "Stop, Adrian, this hurts!" I cry as I try to pull away once more. He pulls me down the hall, not speaking a word. At last, when we reach a small corridor off the main hall, he lets go. I rub my wrist, red from his tight grasp. "I told you to leave me alone."

"I was wrong, alright? I shouldn't have- but I didn't-" he insists, his eyes locking into mine, "I didn't tell them we shagged. They assumed and I-I didn't tell them no. But I didn't tell them yes, either."

"It doesn't matter! You knew it wasn't true and you let them talk about me that way." I sniffle, not wanting to cry in front of him. He takes a step closer to me, backing me into the wall. "And I know you're lying. You told them; I know it."

"Please forgive me," he pleads. I shake my head.

"I feel as if everything you've told me was a lie." I gasp, turning my head away to not look at him. I refuse to cry over him any longer. He raises his hand to connect with the wall next to my head.

"It wasn't. I meant what I said when I told you I regretted turning you away-"

"Did you turn me away before or after you told everyone I was some slag?" I spit out bitterly. I push him away from me, and he takes a step back. "You had me fooled for a moment. But they were all right about you." I begin to walk away from him, my heart completely shattered.

"I just wanted you to be mine. Although it was a lie, it was the only thing I had. I know you're in love with him. I know it was never me. I said so the first time I tried to forget you. I can't bear to hurt you anymore. If your happiness means that you date him, then that's what I'd prefer."

"Don't act like you're a saint." I run out of the hall, which is now completely empty. I slowly go up the steps, aching to see a friend. Just as I reach the portrait of the fat lady, it flies open. Lee and Fred pop out, laughing. "Fred!" I call out.

He sees me and smiles, but then quickly frowns. "I'm still fragile, you know!" He says as I hug him tightly.

"How're you out of the infirmary?" I press, pulling away from him.

"Promised Pomfrey I'd stay in bed, in my dormitory. You reckon she actually believed me? Said most of my bones were healed but there were still a few that hadn't set yet... No matter! I've got fifty dungbombs with Snape's name all over them!" He runs past me, Lee trailing behind to speak to me.

"I've tried to tell him to calm down, what good does it do? George is in our room moping, if you're looking for him." With the last of his words, he is off chasing after Fred.

I go into our common room, which is eerily quiet. How late was it? I ascend the stairs to the boys' rooms, anxious to see George. His door is shut. I knock quietly, afraid he is already asleep. I wait for a response but am met with silence. I knock once more and wait to hear if he is there. After a moment of silence, I turn away and begin to go down the stairs.

"Who's there?" I hear George's voice call out. I turn and go up the steps, my eyes meeting his in the dim candle light. His face is puffy and his eyes are rimmed red. I rush to him, holding him tightly. He pulls me into his room, closing the door behind me.

"Why didn't you go with the boys?" I question, already knowing the answer.

"Didn't quite feel like it, I suppose." He answers coolly, letting go of me.

"Can I lay with you?" I whisper. He nods, leading me to his bed.

"You look freezing. Here, change into these." He tells me as he rummages through his drawers, looking for something warm I can wear. He pulls out his thickest sweater, gently handing it to me. He smiles, although I can't tell if he is faking it. I rip off my shirt and bra right in front of him, which makes him gasp. I throw the sweater on. It was even too large for him, and it swallows me whole. I gently take my pants off, not looking at him. I go into his bed, going under the covers. He follows me, putting an arm under my neck and facing me.

"Are you alright?" he prods, his free hand tucking my hair behind my ear.

I shake my head. He pulls me tighter, holding onto me and kissing my forehead. I feel his shoulders shake, and I know he is hurting with me.

"I'm so sorry, dear. I've been selfish. I want you to know that even if you pick him, I'll be here, as your friend. I always will be, even if-"

I move from our position and grasp his beautiful face in my hands, hastily bringing him down to kiss me and abruptly stopping him from finishing that sentence. I kiss him feverishly, running my hands down his body. Whilst he is caught by surprise, he quickly reciprocates my excitement. He places his hand on my breast over the sweater, and I wordlessly put my hand over his, then squeeze and begin to help him massage me.

George sits up slowly, pushing my shoulder down so I am on my back instead of my side. He brings his mouth to mine, kissing me eagerly. Heat begins to bloom within me, making me dizzy. I gently roll us both, turning to get on top of him.

He takes this moment to cast spells at the door, locking it and muting us from the rest of the dormitory. He then takes his hand and slowly begins to rub my thigh, going under the sweater and towards the hem of my underwear.

"Have I ever told you," he begins between kisses, "you look absolutely amazing in my clothing?" His free hand moves to my neck, giving it a squeeze.

"I think you have... but I think you also said I look even better with it off" I murmur.

"Right you are," He whispers back as he holds the hem of the sweatshirt, slowly lifting it over my head and throwing it to the side.

"It's not fair that I'm the only one undressing, is it?" I tug at his shirt. He pulls it off swiftly. His muscles are warm against my skin. I begin to lower myself to his belt, but his grip tightens, and he pulls me back up. He brings me back up to his lips, his hand sliding down into my underwear. He plays with me as he kisses me, making me moan into his mouth. I can feel myself growing hotter below.

"Tonight is about you, alright?  And would you look at that? Seems you've done my job for me." He groans, slipping a finger inside of me. I gasp, pulling myself closer to him. He slowly inserts another finger, and I can't help but whimper.

He fingers me gently, the heat of his hands warming my entire body and filling me with desire. He kisses all over my chest; although I am warm, I get the chills.

"I want more" I whisper through moans. He slowly flips us, unbuckling his pants as I remove my underwear. He is already hard, his erection springing out of his boxers. I begin to sit up, asking, "Do you want me to-"

He cuts me off, telling me there was no need. He asks if I'm ready, and I nod. He lightly pushes his tip inside of me; the pleasure already coursing through me intensifies. He tries to be gentle, but his excitement gets the best of him. He begins to ram into me, groaning and breathing heavily. He is so big inside of me; while there is pain, I try to bear it. He kisses me as he slides in and out of me, slightly choking me with one hand.

"Get on your stomach" He growls, sliding out of me hastily.

I turn and he places his hands on my hips, bringing my body back so I am on my hands and knees. He enters me from behind, a new wave of pleasure hitting me. I cry out, George beginning to pick up his pace. He praises me as he rams into me, bringing me to finish while he is still thrusting. Moments later, he pulls out and finishes on my back with a loud moan.

He cleans us both, then wraps his arms around my bare body. "So you're mine?" He asks lightheartedly as he nuzzles me closer, but a few tears begin to leak from my eyes and onto his chest.

"What's wrong, love? Did I hurt you?" He asks worriedly, sitting up to get a better look at me. I quickly try to dry my eyes, forcing myself to hold in the rest of my tears.

"I'm alright, Georgie," I lie, "We should put our clothes on before Fred and Lee come back, though." I can't look him in the eye as I lean down to grab the large sweater.

"What's this?" George tenderly grasps my wrist, examining the light bruise Adrian had left earlier. "Did I do this, love? I'm so sorry." He kisses it, looking at me worriedly.

"Don't worry about it; I hardly felt it." I fake a smile, cuddling back into him and closing my eyes before he can ask me any more questions.