Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

40. Hangover

"Good morning, dear" I hear before I open my eyes. My head aches; my body is sore.

I sit up slowly, bringing a hand to my head. "I'm not sure if it is a good morning." I whisper. He rubs my back comfortingly.

"You had a lot of fun yesterday." He smiles, bringing me closer. "I'll bring you breakfast. It should be ending right about now, but I'm sure I can grab something quickly. It'll help you feel better."

Suddenly, I sit up and jump out of bed. He is startled by my sudden movements, asking what had got into me.

"We have detention, George! We need to go now or McGonagall will have us cleaning toilets again!" He jumps out of bed, throwing his robes on over his pajamas and tossing me an extra pair of his own. They're much too long on me, but the longer McGonagall would be kept waiting the worse our fates would be.

He carries me on his back as he runs down the stairs, heading to report to McGonagall's office. When we reach her door, he knocks confidently; I slide off of his back and try to compose myself.

We were no strangers to detention; McGonagall knew that. George and I, along with Fred and Lee, had already figured out charms that could keep us entertained for the two hours we had to sit in her office. It was when she was extremely unhappy with us that she actually punished us.

The door swings open. "Mr. Weasley. Ms. Mason. How nice of you to join me. The breakfast period ended five minutes ago, I might add. And those robes are utterly unacceptable for you, Ms. Mason." She quips.

"I apologize. Shall we start our detention? I can sit facing the wall, just like last time." I say as seriously as I can muster.

"No need Ms. Mason. It seems Ms. Rosier has taken full responsibility for your foolish fracas. You two can be on your way."

George grabs my hand before I can reply to our professor, pulling me down the hall and up the stairs. We go back to his dorm, giggling and falling into his bed.

"Foolish fracas!" George howls, pulling me closer to him. He tickles me as he talks, making me laugh out loud completely.

"That was so strange, wasn't it? Why would she take the blame?" I ask breathlessly. I sit up and pull George's robe off of me.

"Very lucky for us she did." He whispers, moving in to kiss me.

"It's strange." I pull away. My head begins to pound again, my hangover even worse than before. The excitement of the morning was finally wearing off. "I feel horrible, Georgie."

He rubs my back, bringing out a pair of his shorts and a tshirt. He removes my clothing gently, replacing it with his own. I am much more comfortable, but the aching in my brain won't stop.

He leans over to his nightstand, pulling out one of the chocolate frogs he had made for me and handing it to me. "I'll be off. Just lay here for a bit, I'll bring you something to eat, alright?" He tucks me into his sheets, kissing my forehead before he leaves the room.

I play with the fringes of his blanket, thinking about why Josie Rosier would ever get me out of detention. We weren't friends; she was a Slytherin. A Slytherin. I think of the only other Slytherin I know, and I get chills. Could Adrian have had a hand in this?

My head aches, forcing me to close my eyes. I pull the covers closer to me and drift off to sleep.

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"My love?" George asks as he shakes me awake.

"Hey, babe" I whisper, not opening my eyes. I feel him place something in my hand, and I bring it to my mouth and begin eating without a second thought. The pain in my head begins to subside with every bite, and I finally am able to open my eyes and look at George.

He tucks my hair behind my ear, smiling. "How are you feeling?"

I smile, telling him I feel better. I lean in to kiss him gently. When I pull away, I steal a glance at his watch. "One o'clock?" I gasp.

"You were a riot last night, I'm not surprised." He chuckles, cusping my face.

"Embarrassing?" I ask, my cheeks turning red.

"Not in the slightest, dear." He leans in and kisses me again. I lean into him, placing my hand on his thigh. He rubs small circles on my cheek with thumb.

The door flies open, Fred bursting in without warning. He covers his eyes, feigning disgust. He turns so his back faces us, and grumbles about not having any space of his own.

"Yes Freddie?" I call out.

"I just wanted to tell George that Wood's wanting us to have an extra practice today. Starts at two, but I'm heading there now... I'll, erm, leave you to it." He slams the door behind him; George and I burst into laughter.

George gets out of bed, stretching. He grabs fresh clothes and begins to gratuitously strip, chuckling as does. I motion for him to come closer to me; he obliges. He's only in his boxers, which allows me to kiss the bare skin of his chest with ease. His skin is warm. He breathes heavily, moving his hands up and down my body.

"Last night you were practically jumping me. I'm glad you feel the same way sober." He whispers. He kisses my lips hungrily.

"I have an idea, love" I whisper.

"And what would that be?" He questions. He slowly begins to lift my shirt, continuing to kiss me.

I push him away from me lightly, unhooking my bra and removing it while keeping my shirt on. He reaches out to touch me, but I swat his hand away. I grab the hem of the shirt and lift it, exposing my breasts to him.

"You can think about this while you're at practice, and then you can tell me how you feel when you come back" I laugh, covering myself again and laughing.

"You're evil!" He laughs, covering me with messy kisses on my cheek.

I giggle, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. "I wish you didn't have to go to practice. Oliver seems to be working you guys too much." I whisper.

He nuzzles into my neck, hugging me tightly. "I know, but it's all your fault. If you were still on the team we would be so invincible that we wouldn't need so much practice."

"I prefer being a spectator, I think!" I say cheekily. I throw a shirt at him and he dresses hastily. He kisses me before he leaves, running down to the pitch for practice. I smile to myself, giddy.

I go through George's drawers, grabbing a light sweater of his. I make my way to my room, exchanging George's shorts for jeans and throwing his sweater on. I grab my bag and head to the library, finally finding some time to study. The walk is quiet and relaxing.

When I reach the library door, any remnant of calm leaves my body. Adrian is sitting at the table closest to me, head down into a Potions book. I debate turning and leaving before he sees me, until I hear my name being called.

"Mira!" A boy shouts behind Adrian, earning a few shushes from the other students. Adrian's head whips up at the sound of my name, just as I look beyond him to the boy who is calling for me.

Cedric Diggory is making his way towards me, his smile growing with each step.