Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

33. Perspective

The snow is cold but calming. The sunlight is barely starting to warm me; I woke up much too early for my own good today, but had decided to make the best of it. I walk my usual path, around the perimeter of the forbidden forest.

The world is quiet now. I reach the black lake, watching the sunrise reflected off the water. The golden glimmer reminds me of someone, her face filling my head.

"Everything you've told me was a lie!" She says, biting back tears. I shake that memory out of my head.

Now I see her sitting across from me, at the Three Broomsticks. She smiles, her face red from running down to meet me. I blink and see her laying in bed, her eyes closed peacefully as she sleeps with her hand in mine.

She is so beautiful. Her frizzy hair and pink cheeks used to get her made fun of, but to me they were just another thing that made her perfect. She was so happy, so pretty, so pure. I remember the day I met her.

It was our first year. She was running down the hall, her robes flying behind her. Peeves, a ghoul with a tendency to prank, was following closely behind her and laughing heartily. She had looked up to laugh with him, running directly into me. We fell over to the ground, her eyes going wide. She looked down at my green tie with fear.

"Are you alright?" I asked her, getting up and reaching my hand out.

"Just fine." She replied, taking my hand and allowing me to help her up.

"My name's Adrian." I told her, smiling and dropping her hand. She was the cutest girl I had seen at our school yet.

"Mira" she replied, finally smiling back.

"Come on Mira, you don't need to fraternize with this lot" a lanky redheaded boy appeared, pulling her away from me.

Even back then, he had been taking her away from me. I kick the trunk of the tree, regretting everything that had happened in the last few weeks. If only she knew what I felt for her since that day. The day we crashed again on the train was my second chance. And I had ruined it.

I sit at the base of the tree, the cold of the snow creeping into me.

How could I have been so stupid? She was right under my grasp... until she wasn't. I had done everything right, then completely ruined it all. How was this even possible?

I think back to all my mistakes. Turning her away had to be the first major one. I just wanted her to be happy. I knew the looming choice of me or him made her unhappy, so I just wanted to bring an end to it.

I've never really had to chase; girls always flocked to me. I've never really dated either; I couldn't be bothered if it wasn't her. How stupid I had been to tell her I had given up. I had to force myself to not talk to her, not even look at her. She was too beautiful to bear.

I had confused her by begging her to take me back. She had already found solace in him, but I could tell it wasn't enough. I knew she ached for me the way I ached for her. I could make her happy, I knew it. But I was too late.

I decide to go back to the castle, not wanting to think of this any longer. I walk through the snow, trying to empty my head of my thoughts of her. Suddenly, I see her. I blink, unsure if she is a figment of my imagination or if she is really there. She stands with the redhead, confirming this was real.

What did she see in him? What did he have that I didn't? Why could he make her happy; why couldn't I do that for her?

I stop in my tracks, not wanting to be seen by them. I look more inquisitively, seeing that they are in the heat of an argument. Anger builds within me. The bastard didn't even make her happy? Look at how upset he made her! My anger is not only for him, but for her as well. I loved her. I tried to care for her. But she had picked him instead.

"You wanted me to make my choice, but you've already made it for me. I never want to speak to you again." The image of her in my head tells me. My mind flashes again, bringing me back to the night we had drunk too much at the Three Broomsticks.

I had walked her to her common room, after we had been walked in on. In those moments she was in my bed, she was mine. It was just her and I; almost lovers in each other's arms. When I reached my common room, my entire quidditch team had been waiting for me at the entrance.

"Pucey, mate! Bagged another one, have you?" Marcus had asked me.

"Shut up, Flint." I scoffed at him.

"Oh don't be bash, Pucey! She was the best looking one yet!" Goyle tells me, slapping me on the back.

"She was drunk, I was only-"

"Even better!" Higgs adds. The boys all laugh, and I force myself to laugh with them. They were pigs, but they were my only friends.

"She looks fit mate, how's she under the robes?" Flint asks, his mouth hanging slightly open.

The boys all laugh, pressing me to tell them. I am torn. I know they'll push me to say something if I don't now.

"Even better under the robes!" I playfully shout with a laugh, and the entire group goes wild.

I am brought back to the moment when I see Mira and her wanker of a boyfriend begin to walk. I decide to double back, taking a longer route back to the castle rather than bumping into them.

I had been unfair. I had ruined my only chance. I want her so badly. I ache for her. She had seen past the Adrian I present to everyone, seen me for who I really was. I had given every wrong response, every wrong reaction. I can't let a girl like this slip through my fingers; there is no one else like her.

If it was the last thing I did, I would win Mira Mason back.