Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

55. The Manor

The train ride takes an eternity, my nervousness growing with each passing second. Adrian holds me in his lap, reassuring me with whispers in my ear. My heart pounds, and soon it is time to change clothes. Adrian picks out a beautifully silky blouse and long skirt from my bag, and I am off to change.

"Mira!" I hear someone call. I look up and find Cedric, all smiles as he walks towards me.

"Excited for break?" I ask, and he places an arm around my shoulder. I let him; I know his affection is purely friendly. He was such a natural flirt, but he was respectful and knew how to keep boundaries.

"Oh, extremely. Dad and I will be going to France!" He lets go of me, and we talk as I make my way to the bathroom. He tells me he will write to me as he leaves, smiling and joining the conversation of a group of boys.

I change hastily, my nerves coming back to me now that I am alone. I steady my breath as I walk back to the compartment I share with Adrian and his teammates, finding the boys all dressed in suits and ties. It still shocks me that this was the Slytherin norm, but I hide my surprise as I take my place on Adrian's lap again.

"You look gorgeous, princess." He says as he kisses my cheek. I flush and thank him, but my heart continues to race. The train begins to slow, and Adrian rubs my back lightly as I stand with him.

He carries my luggage, walking slightly behind me. We step onto the platform and are almost immediately swept up in a flurry of handshakes and hugs. An older couple, dressed in gray and smiling brightly, greets us warmly at the platform.

"Hello Mr. Pucey! And you must be the beautiful Ms. Mason!" The woman smiles as she pulls me into a hug. I hug her back and look at Adrian; his face lights up and he turns to greet the man with a solid handshake.

I pull away from the woman and nervously turn to greet the man. "Hello there, Ms. Mason. I am Mr. Phelps; this is my wife, Greta." He bows a bit, then takes my bags from Adrian. He grabs Adrian's hand and Greta grabs mine, and in a burst of movement we disapparate.

We land in a grand courtyard with tall bushes of flowers and even taller trees. Adrian places a hand on my lower back, and we begin to walk together. These are not the people from the photo, so I ask in a whisper, "Are you related to them?"

"No, Phelps tends to the grounds and Greta is our cook. They're kind; they're essentially like my family. I've known them since I was young." He smiles as we continue to walk.

A beautiful manor appears in front of us, grand and cold. Several stories high and made of stone, the mansion looms over us. "Welcome to the Pucey Manor!" Phelps tells me with a grin. The front doors open and three shadowed figures walk out.

"Adrian!" One of the figures calls out, running towards us. A girl, no older than ten, runs up to us and launches herself at Adrian. He catches her with one arm, hugging her tightly.

"Hey there, Alexandra." He beams as he sets her down. "This is Mira. Beautiful, isn't she? Mira, this is my sister." The girl smiles up at me, extending a hand. He had mentioned his sister in passing, but had never given me much detail.

"Welcome, Mira. I was so very excited to meet you." It seems so odd to see someone so little speak so formally, but I shake her small hand as seriously as I can.

"I'm happy to meet you, Alexandra." I smile. As I let go of her hand and look up, I see Adrian's parents a mere two meters away from us. Adrian's shoulders straighten as he moves his hand to my waist.

His father is tall, even taller than Adrian was. He is wideset and burly; his hair is graying and curls behind his ears. His beard is thick and perfectly trimmed, it seems as if there is not a single hair out of place. He wears a full suit; a dark green tie rests on his chest.

Next to his father stands his mother; she is elegant and breathtakingly beautiful. Adrian takes his looks after hers, their eyes and hair are the exact same shades. She is thin and wears an exquisite gown that reaches the gravel beneath her heeled feet.

"Father, Mother. This is my girlfriend, Mira." Adrian says with a steady voice. His mother smiles and pulls me in for a hug.

"Gorgeous Mira, how wonderful to finally meet you. Adrian had written of your beauty, but his words do not do you justice." She takes a step back and places a hand on her husband's shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." I answer, blushing a deep scarlet at her words.

Adrian's father clears his throat before extending a hand to me. "Welcome, Mira. I hope you'll enjoy your time at the manor." I extend my hand and he bows instead of giving me a handshake.

"Thank you, sir." I answer, trying to remain calm.

"Come, Adrian. Bring your girlfriend to her room." His father says, dropping my hand and turning towards his home. We all begin to walk to the mansion, and Adrian breathes a sigh of relief and squeezes my waist a bit as we walk.

The manor is even more sophisticated inside than on the outside. It is cold, full of marble and antique furniture. Adrian's parents take Alexandra to a large sitting room, leaving Adrian and I to get settled. He takes the bags from Phelps and walks with me up an elaborate staircase silently.

He leads me to a long hall with many doors, opening one about halfway down the hall and guiding me inside of it quickly. "How are you feeling?" He asks, setting my things down by the ornate bed. He pulls me in to a tight hug before I can answer; I take a deep breath, lightly rubbing his back.

He kisses my hair gently as I answer. "I'm alright. They seem kind, Adrian. How are you? You seem a bit... tense."

He sighs, sitting on the bed. I come closer to him, standing between his legs. "I'm fine. They like you, my lovely girl; I'm glad."

"Something's wrong, I know it." I reach out and play gently with his hair. Our faces are level now that he sits.

His eyes sparkle lightly as he shakes his head. "I'm so glad you're here. You have no idea." He leans in and kisses me deeply; he cusps my face with both of his hands as I begin to kiss him back. He pulls away after a moment, smiling. "Everyone else sleeps in the west wing, you know. My bedroom's only down the hall. We'll basically be by ourselves every night."

"You dog. I'm certain you did that on purpose, didn't you?" I say, my cheeks burning. He raises his wand to the door and casts a locking charm with the raise of his brow. He pulls me onto the bed, sliding me on top of him.

I don't hesitate as I move to unbuckle his pants and begin to rub him gently, his breath growing shallow at my touch. He grows hard under my fingertips, and I gently take him into my mouth. He brings a hand to my hair and knots his hand at the nape of my neck.

He praises me quietly, exciting me with every moan. He doesn't force me lower, but guides me gently as I suck him. It doesn't take long for him to finish, and when he does he brings me up to face him. He kisses me roughly, making me dizzy.

"Like I said... I'm so very glad you are here, love." He whispers into my lips.

"Why don't you help me unpack?" I whisper back with a smile.

He chuckles and sits up with me, pulling his pants back on. He lifts my bags and opens them, handing me a few items and nodding his head to a door. I walk to the large door, which when opened reveals a deep walk in closet.

The closet is packed full of beautiful clothes. Adrian laughs out loud, bending over at the waist as he guffaws. "I guess my mum had the same idea I did. Lucky girl you are indeed."