Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

32. At Wit's End

My eyes flutter open as George shakes me awake. There's a pounding at the door, and George puts his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet.

"We don't care if you're crying mate, just let us in!" Fred yells.

"I'll only make fun of you for five minutes instead of ten if you open the door now!" Lee adds. I giggle, quickly throwing my hand to cover my mouth. George motions to the bathroom, but I instead decide to scoot under Fred's bed. I can see George's steps as he slowly unlocks the door, the two boys waiting outside quickly flying in.

"Bloody hell! You'd think this was Azkaban the way you'd locked the door!" Fred complains, clearly in a bad mood. I can hear the springs to his bed groaning as he sits, and I try to maintain my giggles.

"We ran into Mira on our way out, did she come see you?" Lee asks.

"She didn't," George feigns sadness.

"It's alright brother, she'll come around. Meant to be together, you two are." Fred reassures George. Once his feet disappear from my view, I know he is laying down. I scoot over to one side of the bed, exactly at its edge. I quickly pivot and sit up, shouting and lifting my hands. Fred screams, as does Lee from across the room, and George doubles over laughing.

"Eat slugs, the both of you!" Fred shouts, but ends up laughing with us.

I go back to George's bed, sitting at the edge. Fred and Lee make eye contact, but remain silent.

"What's that all about?" I ask, looking back and forth between them.

"Seems by the look of your neck that you two have solved your problems!" Lee calls out, bursting into laughter. My eyes widen, and I fly out of the bed and into their bathroom to inspect myself in the mirror. Large hickeys cover my neck, already a deep purple. My cheeks grow warm as I turn to face the boys from the doorway.

Fred and Lee are howling, bent over in laughter. George looks at me worriedly, his cheeks as red as mine.

"I don't think that's any of your business!" I blush harder, going to lay down in George's bed. Even he is laughing now, proud of himself and joining me in bed.

"Yuck!" Fred calls, throwing a pillow at us, "Don't get into bed five feet from me now!" He groans.

"Oh, shut it! We were only sleeping before you two started pounding on the door like freaks!" I close my eyes, ignoring his complaints. George pulls me closer, and I am again pulled to sleep.

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I wake in the early morning. The light is orange and warm; comfortable. George is still asleep, holding me closely in a warm embrace. I sigh.

I should be happy here. I should be glad I was with my best friend, cuddled in his arms. But a deep sadness crashes over me, filling me with regret.

My heart aches. I feel guilty for thinking of him now, laying here in George's arms, but my mind wanders to Adrian. Only now, it is not a thought of longing. It is a feeling of dread.

How could Adrian have lied to me this way? Should I tell George? No, I can't; he would be furious. But what if that's what I wanted? For George to be so upset, he would go after Adrian with me by his side?

He shifts a bit, pulling me closer and rubbing his hand along my arm. I can feel him lean down and kiss my hair, then lay back down.

"Georgie?" I whisper, looking back up at him.

"Sorry, love, did I wake you?" He whispers back, full of concern. I shake my head and smile up at him, stretching to kiss him. He smiles into my lips, then pulls away. "You are so beautiful, dear."

"Shut it, Weasley, or I will fill your pillow with worms... again!" Lee calls out with a huff, flipping over on his mattress and closing the curtain around his bed.

George and I giggle, but quickly try to quiet down. I whisper as quietly as I can, "Why don't we go out today? Just you and me?"

He squeezes me extremely tightly and agrees. "Let's go right now."

"Right now?" I ask full of shock.

"Right now. Go on, out of bed!" He pushes me slightly out of his four-poster, laughing, "Dress warmly, we'll be in the snow." He pushes me slightly, already digging through his drawers to find something suitable to wear. I giggle, turning and leaving the room to go get dressed. The girls in my room are all asleep, so I dress as quietly and quickly as possible.

I quickly run down the stairs, my coat in hand. George is waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, giddy like a child. He takes my hand in his, leading me down to the entrance of the castle. It's surprisingly empty, only a few stragglers in the corridor.

"Honey, do you know the time?" I ask as we run down the stairs.

"Half past five, dear." He replies quickly. How dreadfully early, but being in George's presence made it all worthwhile.

The doors to the Great Hall are open, and I pull him in so we can grab breakfast. Apart from a group of Ravenclaws who sit at their designated table, the Great Hall is empty. George and I sit at the Gryffindor table, calmly enjoying our meal and messing about. He rests his hand on my thigh as we sit together, mindlessly moving his thumb against the fabric of my jeans. As we near our meals' end, a large group of Slytherins enter the Great Hall boisterously.

"What's going on there?" George wonders out loud, continuing to eat his food.

"Guys, she's literally right there!" A girl calls to her friends, pointing in my direction. My cheeks flush and I look back to my plate silently.

The group laughs, and George's hand tightens on my leg.

"What are they on about?" George asks, lightly tapping my arm with his elbow.

"I haven't got a clue," I lie, continuing to stare at the potatoes that remain on my plate.

The group of Slytherins continue to stare and giggle as they congregate to their table. The large room is so empty that every giggle and hushed whisper echoes clear as day.

"We should be off, yeah?" George asks, annoyance creeping on his expression.

"Yeah, alright," I answer quietly. I begin to get up and walk with him to the entrance, but we are quickly stopped.

"Whore." A girl says between fake coughs. Her friends cackle. I continue to walk forward, trying to ignore them all.

"Ten galleons she'll be in our common room again tonight?" The girl, who must be the ringleader, calls out.

"What did she say?" George stops walking, looking down at me. Anger begins to bubble within me.

"Nothing George, let's just go." I grab his hand and continue to walk, but the girls continue to giggle.

"Poor guy doesn't know his dear little girlfriend is a dirty, little, slag." She pretends to whisper to her friend. My ears burn. I let go of George's hand, turning to the group of girls.

"Excuse me?" I say, mustering all of my courage.

"Nothing." The girl responds quickly.

"Well that's not true, is it? Go on, tell me what you said." I say quietly.

"Brave now that you're with boyfriend number... what is it? Two, three? Who knows at this point?" Her friends giggle nervously, not as confidently as before. I turn to leave once more, but the girl calls after me again. "Bye, slut!"

I turn and launch myself at her over the table, grabbing her hair and flailing my arms to hit her any way I can. I feel a tug at my waist, and suddenly I am in the air. George holds me from behind, pulling me off of the girl and holding my arms to my sides.

"Miss Mason! Miss Rosier! And Mr. Weasley!" A shrill voice calls from behind me, "You have each lost your house ten points! And you will be in detention next Saturday!"

I look up in time to see Professor McGonagall walking away. George keeps his hold on me, pulling me out into the corridor. There are a few more students than before, milling about. He carries me outside; he steps out onto the snowy steps of the castle.