Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

39. Afterparty

The week goes by quickly, Friday arriving in the blink of an eye. Our team would be playing against Hufflepuff today; an easy win. The energy is bright today. Classes pass in a blur due to my excitement. After the match, the best party of the year would take place in our common room.

We're all sitting at the Gryffindor table, enjoying lunch. The boys have to go to a last-minute team meeting before desserts come out, which makes all of them complain.

"I'll save you some cauldron cakes!" I tell the boys, prompting George to kiss me quickly.

"You're the best, my love. I'll meet you at the dressing tent five minutes before the game alright?" He walks off with the boys.

I smile to myself, finishing lunch and wrapping some sweets with a piece of waxed paper. The girls and I go to our dorm to dress for the game, chatting and joking with ease. I've missed how simple our time together used to be. We dress warmly, ready to brave the cold outside.

We make our way to the pitch, throwing snowballs at unsuspecting students and bursting into laughter when they turn to complain. The girls promise to save me a seat in the stands so I can deliver the cakes to George.

I stand by the entrance of the dressing tent, waiting for him to come out. The large door flutters open and I rush forward, but it is not George. A boy with light brown eyes and hair only slightly darker stands right in front of me. He is tall- not as tall as George, but he still towers over me. I realize I've invaded his personal space, so I blush and take a step back.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking..." I trail off awkwardly.

"Don't worry about it, it happens." He laughs good-naturedly. He extends his hand to me, introducing himself as Cedric Diggory.

"Oh, I know you! You were in my Potions class last year! You're a sixth year as well?"

"I am! I reckon you're in my History of Magic Class, second period? You sit with those redheads and our game commentator?"

"That would be me!" I reply. He seemed nice enough, I'm unsure of how I haven't met him yet.

"I've got to go; the game is meant to start soon. You should be up in the stands by now!" He waves goodbye before he walks away. Only a heartbeat later, George exits the tent.

"Why were you talking to Diggory?" George asks. His tone is flat, but I attribute that to nerves.

I giggle, "I nearly ran into him thinking it was you!"

"Maybe you should watch where you're going." He answers, his mouth twisted.

"What's the matter, Georgie?" I press, not understanding his tone.

He scoffs. "He was totally flirting with you." He refuses to look me in the eye, staring only at his hands.

"He was only introducing himself." I say flatly.

"Don't be so naïve. You're a beautiful girl." His tone softens just a bit with the last of his words. "I'll see you in the common room later." He touches my cheek then takes the cakes from me, turning his back and walking back into the tent.

I turn and begin my trek to the entrance of the pitch, slightly saddened by his tone. I hated when George got upset at me. Cedric hadn't been flirting, there was no way. George had reason to be jealous over me when it came to Adrian, but had it really carried over to any boy I talked to?

I climb the steps to the stands, mindlessly walking up and trying to find my good spirits. When I reach my friends, they laugh and smile and paint a large G on my cheek. To them, it was for Gryffindor. To me, it was for George.