Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

62. Indemnity

I lay in George's bed; the rest of the house is silent. I can't believe how stupid I had been. I do not know if Adrian believed me, although I had told the truth. My stomach aches with worry.

Why had I allowed myself to even be put in this position? I had made sure that nothing happened between George and I, yet here I was. The fact that Adrian was in any position to question me made my heart fill with sadness. I toss and turn, my mind racing.

George had tried to get close to me; I had shut him down each time. I should have never come to the Burrow, it was such a stupid idea. Yes, I had missed everyone, but if I had ruined things with Adrian... I don't even want to think about it.

I sit up in bed, putting my head in my hands as I cry. So stupid, I had been so stupid. My shoulders shake; I had to make things right; I had to let Adrian know the truth. Right as I stand to grab a sweater, there is a light knock on my door.

I rush over to the door and throw it open. Part of me hopes it is Adrian, but deep down inside I know it is not. I look to the figure at the doorway, my heart pounding.

"Mira, listen, I'm so sorry-"

"Oh, shut up!" I yell, pushing George away from me. I turn and walk away from him.

"I didn't mean to-"

"Leave me alone, George. I can't even look at you." I mutter, hot tears falling from my eyes. "I bet you wanted us to get caught! You're looking for any way to break Adrian and I up, aren't you?"

I can hear his steps as he nears me. "I didn't mean for anyone to get upset, honest. I-I don't know how I can prove it to you."

"And what was that in the barn?" I ask, my voice thick. "You were leaning in, you know it. I told you that you and I are only friends."

I feel his hand land on my shoulder, and I quickly pull him off of me. "I'll go. I'm sorry. I hope you two are alright." He whispers.

I hear the door click behind him. I wipe my eyes and go to Fred's dresser, grasping for a plain black sweater. I throw it on and make my way downstairs; I don't care how much noise I make. I rush to the fireplace and grab the Floo powder, seeing a pile of it is on the ground.

This explains the thud; Adrian must have dropped it on his way out. With tears in my eyes, I enter the fireplace. "Pucey Manor!" I call out, but I do not move. I repeat myself, to no avail.

I take a deep breath and try to steady myself. Once I am calm, I repeat myself once more, and find myself enveloped in the green flames.

I fall onto the ground of the drawing room of the mansion, a searing pain burning my arm. I look down and see the fire poker embedded in the soft part of my upper arm. I cry out, the pain of the poker just as painful as the break in my heart.

I grasp for my bracelet, and a moment later I hear someone enter the room. "Mira?" Adrian calls out.  My hands shake as I touch the handle of the poker, but he pushes my hand away gently. 

The sun begins to rise through the windows, and I can see Adrian's eyes are rimmed red. "I don't know what happened, I-I used the Floo network while I was upset. It was stupid-"

"This is my fault. Don't move, let me get someone to help. Do not move." He says, running out of the room. He returns with Greta, who is dressed in a robe and looks as if she was just awoken.

"Miss Mason! Let me help you, oh you poor girl." She says, casting spells on me instantly. She pulls the poker out of my arm; Adrian holds my hand as she works on alleviating my pain.

What great stroke of luck I had, injuring myself twice in the span of a few hours. "Thank you Greta." I choke out.

She finishes casting spells on me, and Adrian picks me up softly. "Thank you, so much. I trust you won't tell my parents." He tells her with a small nod.

Greta nods in response; Adrian takes me up the stairs, but instead of taking me to the room I had been staying in, he takes me into his own room. He sets me down on his bed and goes into his bathroom, where I can hear him start the water to a bath.

I look around his room. Although the room is grand, his decorations bring much needed youth and comfort. Posters of famous quidditch teams line his walls, next to photos of his friends and hand written letters.

"Come on, love. Let's get you cleaned up." Adrian says, reappearing to carry me into the bathroom. He gently removes my clothes before he places me in the bath, starting to wash the blood off of my arm.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I shouldn't have left like that." He says in return. He begins to wash my hair, and I close my eyes.

"Nothing happened with George." I repeat from earlier.

All he says is, "I believe you." He finishes washing me and carries me to his bed, tucking me gently in the sheets. He slowly gets into the bed with me, wordlessly.

"Adrian-" I start, but am interrupted.

"I love you, my beauty." Adrian whispers into my ear. "I'm sorry for getting upset at you. I should have believed you right away. And I shouldn't have left; I just didn't want to get upset with you."

"I love you, too, Adrian." I whisper back. Although the birds begin to chirp outside and the sun burns through the windows, we fall asleep in each others arms.

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When I wake, it is midday. Adrian's hand traces lightly against my arm, from which the pain has completely stopped. I sit up slowly and stretch.

"Well good morning, pretty girl." Adrian says, sitting up and kissing my cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"A lot better." I smile, but my head begins to pound. "I'm sorry about everything. Everything. I should have never gone to the Burrow."

"Stop, stop. No more of that." He replies, "Let's forget it happened, yeah?" He slides out of bed and begins to get dressed. How could I forget all of this happened? Would Adrian really be able to?

I decide to take his word for it, and slide out of bed myself. "Don't go just yet." He says to me.

"Why?" I ask, turning to look at him.

"I'll bring you something to eat. I need you to rest." He smiles. Before he leaves, he kisses my hand. "I'll tell my parents you fell ill."

He leaves a moment later, and I sit in his bed with my hands on my face. My heart is heavy, but I know that Adrian only means the best. I know he blames himself for what happened this morning, but it truly was not his fault. He just didn't want to be angry with me; I understand why he would rather leave.

Each minute passes achingly slowly. I look around his room, sliding out of bed to look at the photos that line his wall. They're mainly of him and his friends, but there are a couple of him with Alexandra. I look to his nightstand and see there is one of the two of us.

It's the photo from the party; the photo Victoria had taken. I sit on Adrian's lap, his arms are wrapped around me. Our cheeks are pushed together and we smile cheekily, the alcohol in our systems making us giddy.

He returns, carrying a few plates in his hands. "Here you go, dear. Brought you some of everything." He smiles. He sees the photo in my hand and sets the plates down on his bed, wrapping an arm around my waist. "I love that photo of us. You look gorgeous."

"Thank you, love." I smile at him, kissing him on the lips gently. We sit together as I eat, and he strokes my hair gently as we speak.