Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

56. Table Talk

Adrian and I sit next to one another at the dinner table, listening to Alexandra's stories of the time she's spent while Adrian was at school. Their parents only smile and nod, allowing her to speak her mind.

"-and now you're here with the very pretty Mira and I'm so excited to be her friend." She finishes, starting to eat her meal.

I blush at her words, telling her, "I'm excited to be friends too, Alexandra! I really am so grateful to be here, thank you for allowing me to stay here." I say to Adrian's parents.

His mother smiles as she speaks to me, "Mira, dear, have you looked in your closet? I've picked out a few things for you. I know you've brought your own clothes, but a girl can never have too many options." She winks at me.

"Oh, yes! Thank you, everything is so gorgeous." I say, my cheeks turning a deeper pink. I kick myself for letting myself flush in front of them.

"It was kind of you, mother." Adrian smiles. He places his hand on top of mine and gently rubs his thumb across the back of my hand.

"Where did you say your parents are, Mira?" His father asks.

I steady myself before saying, "Bulgaria now, sir. They started a tour in America this summer for work, and they're still making their way around the globe."

"What do they do?" He asks, his voice echoing lightly in the room.

"My father is an Herbologist, my mother an Auror. They're working on finding an alternative to Veritaserum." I say as confidently as I can.

"Honorable work," He says, his expression stoney. "And your blood?"

Adrian's grip on my hand tightens. "Father-" He starts to complain, but I clear my throat to cut him off.

"Erm, I'm a pureblood, sir." I say, my cheeks growing redder.

"Not one of the Sacred 28?" His father prods.

He knows the answer, but I still reply. "No sir."

"That's not important, dear." Mrs. Pucey says, shooting a glance at her husband.

"I've lost my appetite." Adrian says, throwing his napkin down on the table. He stands and waits for me, his hand extended.

I don't want to seem rude, but I know Adrian won't walk off without me. "I'm sorry, excuse us." I whisper, taking his hand.

We walk out of the dining room without looking back, and Adrian brings me to the grand entryway of the manor.

"I'm sorry about him." He says, lifting his hand to my jaw lightly.

"I didn't mind it. You shouldn't have made a scene." I whisper.

He shakes his head. "He shouldn't have asked you that. He's being a prick."

"Don't say that." I whisper, too afraid to raise my voice. "Let's go back. Please. I don't want to offend them."

"I can't." He tells me, looking to the ground.

"I have to go back. Meet me back in my room later, alright?" I kiss his cheek and pull away before he can protest. I make my way back to the dining room in a rush, and blush as I take my seat once more. "He's not feeling well. Upset stomach." I lie, staring at the plate in front of me.

Adrian's father doesn't comment, and his wife and I start a gentle conversation about the fashion trends popping up amongst witches. We finish dinner and Mr. Pucey leaves with Alexandra, leaving Mrs. Pucey and I alone.

"I'm glad you came back, dear. Adrian and his father... butt heads sometimes. But I know that deep down they hold a great love for each other." She tells me.

"I'm sorry Adrian reacted that way. I didn't mind your husband's questions." I say, trying to maintain eye contact with the elegant woman.

"Having a thick skin will save you in this world. That's something my boy still needs to learn. You should find him, he'll still be upset." She smiles at me.

I nod and make my way back towards the grand staircase. I begin to climb the stairs, trying desperately to remember where my room was. I walk along the second floor, smiling when I see a pink ribbon tied on the doorknob of one of the rooms. Adrian must have known I would need to be reminded of which room was mine.

I push the door open, pressing the charm on my bracelet as I shut it behind me. I wait a moment, but it does not glow back. Defeatedly, I take my pajamas from the drawer next to my bed and begin to change.

Right as I remove my shirt, my door flies open. My hands fly to my chest as I turn away from the door. "Stripping for me? I would have come faster if I had known." Adrian says, quickly shutting the door behind him.

"You frightened me! I'm just getting changed-" I feel his hand on my shoulder; he quickly turns me to face him.

He kisses me gently, but I push him away. I finish changing quietly. "You alright?" He asks me quietly as I begin to sit in bed.

"I wish you hadn't left the table." I say, a heavy ache falling onto my shoulders.

He sits next to me in the bed; he is still dressed in his suit pants, but he had lost the buttoned shirt and wears only a fitted tshirt. "I'm sorry, love. I just felt like he was attacking you."

He begins to kiss my neck, but I tell him to stop. "Can we just lay together? I'm so tired."

"Of course. It's been a long day, hasn't it?" He says, pulling his dress pants off and pulls the blankets over us both. He cradles me into his chest, and we fall asleep together without another word.

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We wake around midday. Adrian is already awake by the time I open my eyes, but he lays almost completely still. His arms are wrapped around me, and his chest rises and falls slowly.

"Adrian?" I ask quietly.

"Yes, my beauty?" he says, squeezing me a bit as he scoots lower to be face to face with me.

"Are you upset?" I ask, my voice just above a whisper.

His eyes widen. "Are you mad? Of course not." He kisses my forehead gently.

"Not even at your father?"

He scoffs. "Don't worry about that. I'll control my temper now, alright? I'm sorry about yesterday."

I sit up and look around the room, admiring the beauty of the century old place. Adrian rubs my back, but stays laying down beside me. "We've missed breakfast, haven't we?" I ask, mad at myself for not maintaining social graces.

He laughs and shrugs, not really caring. I slide out of bed and begin to go through my drawers, gathering clothes to take a shower. Adrian lays in bed; his lack of enthusiasm worries me.

He hadn't told me things between him and his father were tense. I can't hold it against him; no one had a perfect family. I walk to the bathroom silently and shut the door behind me, thinking about the horrible moment we had yesterday. The water begins to run, and I remove my clothing.

I stand under the water, letting its warmth untie the knots in my shoulders. I begin to wash my hair, and suddenly there is a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" Adrian shouts, barely audible over the running shower.

"Go ahead." I call out, and the door opens slowly.

"You look lovely." He says with a smile. "Can I join you?"

I nod my head and he strips, exposing his solid physique. He joins me and gently touches my hair, beginning to wash the soap out of it. His touch is temperate; it is innocent. I turn and reach my hands up to wash his hair, and he steals a kiss before allowing me to do so.

We finish washing and get dressed, and Adrian's confident and sure attitude returns. He holds my hand assuredly as we walk, making our way to meet with his family in downstairs.