Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

46. Last Chance

Adrian and I walk to the Great Hall in silence. Adrian had given me Higgs' extra's robes (they were much smaller than his own) so we might blend in better with the other students at our lunch period. I am afraid of what I might encounter when I see my friends, but I cannot hide from them for much longer.

We enter the room, Adrian giving my hand a squeeze and turning to me. "Do you want to sit with me at my table? You won't get in trouble." He asks.

I shake my head. "I'll come to you if... if I can't sit with them."

He nods, turning away and slowly walking to the Slytherin table. I continue to walk forward, looking for my friends. I spot Hermione first, but she's not surrounded by everyone else. I walk up to her quickly, and when she sees she jumps up to hug me as her eyes go wide.

"Mira! Oh, Fred's told us; I'm so sorry." She whispers in my ear as she hugs me. I blink back tears and sit with her at the table.

"Where is everyone?" I whisper.

She nods her head down the table, where everyone is sat and eats their food quietly. "I told them I'd sit here... just in case you came back and didn't want to sit with him."

I squeeze her hand gratefully. I continue to gaze down the table, at last seeing George. His eyes are red and puffy; he eats slowly. Fred talks to him quietly, trying to console him while stuffing his face.

"Thank you, 'Mione. I don't think I would've been able to sit with him. Not after what I've done."

"From what Fred said, he deserved it, Mira. He shouldn't have been so controlling over you. You were right, he needs to grow up."

"Not that." I say, my eyes welling with tears.

"Then what?"

"I went to Adrian last night. W-we slept together." I whisper.

"Don't cry," she rubs my back, "You're fine. I won't say anything." I can see her shoulders tensing with her words.

I take a deep breath, and Hermione hands me a sandwich from in front of her. We eat together in silence. Soon, the lunch period is over. My group of friends walks past me; George tries to stop when he sees me, but Lee and Harry push him forward. They all give me sad smiles, walking away. Hermione pats my back and joins them, needing to go to her next class.

The dining hall is almost empty when Adrian appears to take my hand. We walk together, and he lightly swings my arm.

"How was it?" He asks, worriedly. He rubs his thumb against my hand, trying to comfort me.

"I only spoke to Hermione. It seems she doesn't hate me." I answer, not wanting to give any more detail.

"See? And even if they all hate you, which they won't, I never will. Now, where are we off to?" He asks me.

"I don't want to wear Higgs' robe anymore, it smells." I joke, and he laughs heartily.

"Alright, I'll walk you back to your dorm. Change into something warm and I'll meet you back at the portrait. I'm going to take you out today."

"Are you sure?" I ask, afraid of where this may lead.

He nods, adding, "We need a do-over of our last date. I'm taking you to the Three Broomsticks."

"Give me forty minutes. I want to shower." I tell him, excitement and anxiety filling my chest. He walks me up the stairs and to the portrait, kissing me on the cheek before he runs down the stairs to go change himself.

I climb up to my room, finding something strange on top of the covers of my bed. I walk up, finding a wrapped box and single pink flower. The flower is fresh, completely perfect and beautiful. This must have been done this morning.

I choke back a sob, knowing George must have had a hand in this. I grab the box, slowly unwrapping it with hot eyes. Inside, there is a charm and a note.

For you, if you could ever forgive me. Please just give me one last chance. I love you, Mira. I'm so sorry.

I lift the charm, seeing it is a small broomstick. I take the necklace George had given me off of my bedside table; the charm slides perfectly onto the chain and rests next to the clear pendant. My heart breaks. I set it down, sniffling and grabbing clothes from my dresser.

I climb into the shower, the water burning hot against my skin. Only moments later, I sink to the ground, sobbing. I love George; I know I do. But I could only love him as a friend. I had made a mistake by thinking I could love him as anything more.

I sit on the ground, allowing myself to cry. George was so kind, so sweet, so caring. He had made me feel so great, but had also made me feel so low. We weren't meant for each other, but I'm glad for at least a little while we thought we were.

Adrian had hurt me, and by giving him another chance I risk everything. My friends, my happiness, my reputation. But it was too late now. I get back up, finishing my shower and getting dressed. I check my clock; I still had enough time to finish getting ready.

I do my makeup and dry my hair; I have given up trying to magick my hair the way Hermione had. I look at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. Who is the girl I had become? I turn to my clock, seeing I was already five minutes late to meet with Adrian.

I rush down the steps, my coat in my hand. I push through the portrait hole, finding Adrian stood at the railing of the stairs. His arms rest on the grand banister and his back is to me. I call his name and he turns, smiling.

He wears a handsome brown sweater that is perfectly tight on his shoulders; his muscles stand out and catch my attention. He wears a pair of dark jeans with a belt, looking perfectly polished with his combed hair. I blush as he walks up to me, taking my hand.

He looks to my outfit, a white cable knit sweater and jeans, and tells me I look beautiful.

"I should've dressed up more." I complain, but he shakes his head. He kisses my forehead and we're off, heading towards the staircase.

"Follow me, shhh, quietly! I know how to sneak out of here." He whispers, pulling me towards the greenhouses. He leads me down a dirt path, and we laugh as we make our escape from the castle. By the time we reach the main path to Hogsmeade, we are breathless and and giddy.

He pulls me onto his back and carries me piggyback style all the way to the pub. He lets me down in front of the door and we walk in together hand in hand. We sit together in a booth, ordering two butterbeers and holding hands across the table.

"This is great, thank you. I needed the fresh air." I smile, to his delight.

"Thank you for coming with me. I-I wasn't sure if you would." He blushes. Adrian Pucey, blushing? My cheeks also turn red, and I break eye contact. "I have something for you." He says, and I back look up.

"You shouldn't have-" I start, but he shakes his head and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small, dainty silver bracelet, smiling shyly.

"I know us being in different houses won't be easy. I won't be able to see you all the time. But if you ever need me, just tap on this charm here," he points at a small circle charm embedded in the silver, "It's connected to mine."

He pulls his sleeve up, showing me a matching bracelet. I take the bracelet from him, my cheeks completely on fire. I touch the charm, and the bracelet on his wrist glows lightly.

"Thank you, Adrian. It's beautiful." I put it on as the drinks come.

We sit in the pub for a few hours, drinking and talking about school and quidditch instead of our situation. We both get a strong buzz and decide it's time to go back to the castle, giggling as we walk back the winding path. He wraps his strong arm around my waist as we walk; it feels as if his body was carved perfectly to fit around mine.