Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

47. Nightmares

Adrian and I somehow manage to get back into the castle without getting caught. He walks me up the stairs to my common room, kissing me on the lips before he turns to leave. I wobble a bit as I enter the common room.

My stomach drops. George and Fred are playing wizard's chess with Lee and Ron at the table nearest the stairs to my room. I freeze. I do not want to walk past them, but it seems I have no choice. I desperately look around the common room, looking for any of my other friends.

I spot Angelina and run to her before any of the boys can see me. "Hi Angie, how are you?" I ask as I sit on the couch next to her.

"Spectacular! How are you?" She says with a smile. She was so kind, so perfect for Freddie.

"Great!" I lie. She mustn't have heard about George and I. "Listen, there's something in the room I wanted to show you, do you want to come with me right now so I don't forget?"

She nods and we stand together, beginning to walk towards the boys.

"Oi, 'Lina!" Fred calls out. His eyes widen when he sees I am with her, but it is too late. She pulls me to go talk to them all; she smiles to Fred and begins to talk to him. He stumbles over his words, looking over at George.

He has stood up, taking a step closer to me. "I've been looking for you." He says, reaching for my hand. I pull my hand away from him, and I can see his eyes well up. "Can we talk?" He asks quietly.

"Okay." I say, equally as quiet. He walks towards the bay window I love, taking a seat on the far end and motioning for me to do the same.

He doesn't try to touch me; he can barely look at me. "I'm sorry." He gasps. "I can't lose you, Mira. I can't."

"I don't know what to tell you." I say, looking away.

"I'm sorry I overreacted. So many times, I had overreacted. I just get so... so upset. I know how much better everyone else than me. I know how easy it is to see past me. I didn't want anyone to get in between us." He rubs his eyes.

"I know George. That was the problem. I'm sorry, but I can't do this." I mutter, trying to bite back tears. "I can't go about my day worrying if you'll be upset at me just for having friends."

"Please give me another chance. I can change." He whispers, tears leaking steadily from his eyes. I look to the common room, watching everyone bustle about. No one has noticed this little show.

"I can't. Not as my boyfriend." I say, not looking at him. I can't face him. I know my heart will shatter into a million little pieces if I do.

"I love you." He says after a small pause.

"George, you've been my friend for so bloody long. I don't want to lose you either. But I can't date you." I can feel him shift beside me.

"Can we be friends again?" He whispers.

"Can we? I told you this would ruin everything." I begin to cry, aching to reach out and hold my childhood friend.

"If I can't love you as anything more, I will love you as a friend." He grasps my hand, and I do not pull away. Finally, I turn to look at him.

"I need to tell you something. I don't know if it will change how you feel, but I need to tell you before we continue with anything else." I lift my hand shakily from his touch, wiping my eyes.

"Go on," He prods, anxious.

"I went out with Adrian today. We, erm, we spent the night last night together. He found me as I cried in the corridor and-"

"I don't want to hear it." He says, wiping at his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, reaching to his hand.

"Don't be. We were over. You're allowed to see whoever you want to see." His jaw is tight as he answers, turning to look away.

I drop my hand from his, an awkward silence falling on us both. He won't look at me. I sniffle, trying to calm myself. "Does the friendship offer still stand?" I ask, my voice hardly audible. He swallows hardly before he turns to me.

"Friends forever, right?" He whispers, a pang of remorse hitting me in the chest. I want to hug him. When I look into his light brown eyes, I see the eyes of the boy who had been my instant best friend. The boy who loved to tease me, the boy who covered me with his own robes as I slept. The boy who would be my friend although it hurt him so badly.

He stands slowly, extending a hand to me. I take it, and he pulls me up to stand. He doesn't hug me; he drops my hand and turns to walk to our friends. I don't follow him; a sadness fills my chest. The bracelet Adrian had given me is suddenly cold on my wrist.

I quickly walk up the steps to my room, flying past my group of friends. I find my room is empty, and I slam the door shut. I take some deep breaths, deciding to fall asleep to avoid the pain that was bubbling within me.

I get ready for bed hastily, lying in bed and pulling the sheets up to cover me entirely. I hug my pillow to my body tightly, urging myself to finally fall asleep.

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The air is cold. I look to my feet, finding that I am barefoot on some grass. I look back up, seeing I am alone on the quidditch pitch. In front of me, on the ground, there are two objects. I bend down, picking up the larger object. A long and flat bat. I set it down and pick up the large ball next to it; it's a quaffle. I drop the cold leather ball, taking a step back.

I turn and the quidditch pitch melts away. I see George and Adrian in front of me, brawling. I call out for them to stop, but no sound comes out of my throat. The scene melts away and I am alone again. The quaffle is in my hand, beautifully stitched and cold. Flashes of my past: George shouting at me. Slapping Adrian's face when I found out what he said about me. Falling off of my broom at the Burrow. Pain after pain.

I gasp as I open my eyes, pulling the covers off of me. Tears fall onto my temples; the nightmare is still vivid, a chill settling deep in my bones. I jump out of bed, goosebumps forming on my bare legs. I quietly leave the room, going down the cold halls and running down the staircases to the dungeons.

I reach the entrance to the Slytherin common room, my eyes watery. I falter a bit, then whisper, "P-pure-blood." The door pops open, and I push into the cold room. I wrap my arms around myself, walking down the boy's hall. I sniffle loudly, trying to remember which room was Adrian's.

At last I reach his room, and I push the door open with my shoulder as I enter. I walk to his bed quietly, bringing a hand to his shoulder and lightly shaking him. He is solid as a rock; not budging in the slightest.

"Adrian?" I whisper, shaking him harder. His eyes groggily open, and he looks at me calmly.

"Am I dreaming?" He asks, his eyes half open. I shake my head quickly, unable to speak. I wipe at my eyes, and his expression grows worried. "What's wrong, princess? Is everything alright?" He asks as he sits up.

"I had a horrid dream." I whisper. He brings his arms to me, holding me tightly. He begins to pull me into his bed, and I start to protest- I didn't want to wake up in the same room as his roommates and cause a scene.

"You'll be alright. They won't even notice you. Come here." He pulls his covers over me, cuddling me as he reassures me I'm okay.

"I'm sorry for waking you." I whisper into his chest.

"I'm glad you came to me. You're safe with me, alright? As long as I'm here I will never let anything bad ever happen to you." He kisses my forehead, rubbing my back gently.

He stays awake, bringing a hand to the back of my head and playing with my hair as I fall back asleep. His touch is both relaxing and intoxicating, and I drift off with a smile on my lips.