Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

45. Back to the Dungeons

Adrian is not in bed when I wake. His clothes are gone; there is no evidence of him ever being here at all. I crawl out of bed, putting my clothes back on before sitting on the edge of the bed. I feel slightly dejected, upset that he had left me alone.

My mind floods with emotion. George and I were over. If the words I had spit at him weren't enough to solidify it, my actions of last night were sure to be. If I were to go through with this and date Adrian, I know none of my friends would never want to speak to me again. Adrian's words come back to me. Would my friends learn to forgive me for this betrayal? I shake my head; I'm finally making my decisions for myself. I don't need their approval.

The door bursts open, Adrian giddily entering with his hands full. "Hey, beautiful. I've brought you some breakfast." Adrian smiles. He rushes over to me, placing the various plates on the bed. I turn, gratefully reaching out to eat something.

"Can we skip class today?" I ask, looking at him shyly.

"I'll do whatever you want me to." His expression is serious.

"Alright, I just can't bear to see anyone today." My voice cracks, and I look down to my hands.

He reaches out for my hand, smiling. "We'll do whatever you want to do, alright?"

I nod, looking back down to my food. I can't look him in the eye. "Adrian, I feel like I've rushed this. I don't regret it, don't worry. I just want to take this slowly, alright?"

"I know it'll take time for you to trust me again. I will do everything in my power to prove to you that you can. I meant what I said; you are incredible and I will make sure you know that."

He cusps my cheek, gazing into my eyes. I nod at him, wrapping my arms around myself. He cleans up the plates with a small smile. He reaches out to me, slowly pulling me to lay with him. We lay facing each other; he strokes my back gently.

"Kiss me." I whisper as I look into his eyes. He smiles and obliges, touching me as if I were made of glass. His kiss brings butterflies to my stomach, warming me up like a mug of butterbeer.

We lay in bed for a while; Adrian talks to me to distract me from the sadness that keeps trying to creep up on me. I sit up, stretching my shoulders and cracking my back.

I slide out of bed, prompting Adrian to sit up and smile at me. He follows me, pulling me into a hug as he stands next to me. He is so tall; my face reaches only to his chest. I pull away.

"Do you want to come to my room? I can give you a change of clothes." He asks.

I debate if I should go. I can't stay in this room forever, but I don't want to leave yet. I know I don't want to go to the Gryffindor common room and run into anyone I know, so I agree. Adrian holds his arm out to me, and I wrap my arms around his bicep. His muscles are solid under my grasp. I blush slightly, walking with him out of the hidden room.

We manage to walk to the dungeon without seeing any students at all; they must all be in class. We reach the large ornate door of the Slytherin dormitory, prompting Adrian to turn to look at me. "If we're apart and you need to come in here, the password is pure-blood, alright?"

I gasp, shocked at the term. He makes a sorry face, like he doesn't like it either, and steps into the common room. My grasp on his arm tightens as I see there are a few older students enjoying their free period on the couches.

Adrian pulls me gently, continuing to walk to his room. The dungeons are cold, causing me to shiver. He notices, pulling his arm out of my grasp; he wraps it around my shoulder and rubs my arm lightly to warm me up. We reach the archway of his dormitory and he pushes us in, locking the door behind us.

"It's freezing down here!" I complain, shivering intensely.

"Sorry, princess; I'll get you something warm." He pulls me to his bed, guiding me under his blankets.

Guilt eats at me as I watch him go through his drawers. I had been so hasty last night. The moment I was free from George, I landed in bed with Adrian. My chest aches. Adrian hands me a fuzzy jumper and a pair of his sweatpants, which I take gratefully.

"Thank you," I say with a shiver to which he chuckles lightly. I change quickly, my body becoming enveloped in his large clothing.

"Imagine what I go through, I live here!" He smiles, changing his own clothes and joining me in his bed.

"Adrian," I say quietly; my serious tone worrying him. "There's something I'm having trouble forgiving you for."

His expression grows even more saddened as he says, "Tell me." His voice is just above a whisper.

"When you tried to explain what you did- what you said. I mean obviously that whole situation, but... you grabbed my arm. Y-you left a bruise." My voice cracks.

Adrian looks away, his mouth twisting. He brings a hand to his eyes, rubbing them roughly. "I remember. I don't know what I was thinking; I'm so sorry. That's the most horrendous thing I've ever done. I-I was so upset, I was treating you like shit." He waits for me to say something, but I remain silent. He continues, "I'm not like that. You know who I am."

"I don't know if I do." I whisper, sitting up.

He doesn't answer. The silence is deafening, both of us are left with our feelings hurt. We are saved by a knock at the door. I look to him, my eyes wide.

"Yeah? Who's there?" He calls out, his voice steady.

"It's Flint. I need to get my Potions book!" The voice on the other side of the door calls out.

"He won't tell anyone if you don't want him to." He whispers to me. I nod, and Adrian gets out of bed. He unlocks the door, not opening it all the way. He whispers to the boy, then allows him to come in.

Marcus Flint doesn't look at me; his eyes are trained on the ground. He grabs a book from his bed, turning and leaving without a word.

"He's your roommate?" I ask.

Adrian nods, "Him and Terence Higgs." I don't add anything, embarrassment starting to creep into me. He locks the door once more. He walks back up to the bed, glancing at the clock on his bedside table. "We've got just over an hour until lunch. Do you want me to go and bring it here?" He asks quietly, sitting on the bed.

"No, it's alright; I'll go. I have to face everyone sooner or later." I whisper.

He nods, tucking his blankets around me tightly and smiling softly.