Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

64. Paris

Adrian and I stand at the front gates of the manor and say goodbye to his parents, who place a small circular ceramic plate on the ground in front of us; his father had made us a portkey so we can travel without the Phelps' help.

"Go on, it's almost time. It'll be going in just a moment." Mr. Pucey says, and Adrian and I bend down and grasp the plate together. Only a breath later, we are pushed in a flurry of air and land on a cobblestone road.

"Are you alright, my love?" Adrian asks me as he grabs my hand to help me up. I flick the dust off of my flowing dress and nod, looking around to where we were.

Directly in front of me, Adrian is dressed in suit pants and a dress shirt; behind him, the Parc Monceau glints with the setting sun. He brings my hand to his lips and gives it a light kiss, and then we are off.

We walk together hand in hand; Adrian swings my arm lightly with each step. The city is beautiful; it's one of the most incredible things I've ever seen.

"You know, dear, they call this the city of love." I tell him, laughing lightly.

"Perfect that I'm here with you, then." He chuckles, pulling me into a hug. "We're almost there, darling."

He picks up his pace; we almost run through the streets of France together. We reach the Arc de Triomphe just as the sun sinks below the horizon. He brings me to the base of the arch, looking both ways before he begins to kiss me.

I kiss him back instantly, but soon he leans back and we fall through the brick. He lets go of me, and I see an entire restaurant where the busy square once stood. We walk to the hostess and she brings us to a table with a few glittering roses on it.

"Happy Christmas to such a beautiful couple." She says before heading off.

The restaurant we sit in is gorgeous, golden and dimly lit. We eat together and drink wine chattily, our time together filling me with euphoria. Adrian is absolutely perfect, and he is mine.

When we finish eating, we make our way back to the muggle world through the hidden way we entered.

Adrian hands me a small flask, which I drink from with a giggle. I wince as the liquid hits my throat; Adrian smiles widely and laughs out loud.

"Slow down! This is the kind of stuff that puts hair on your chest!" He chuckles.

"You don't have-" I slur, but he pulls me into a tight hug before I can finish my sentence.

"It can't be. One pull of this and you're tipsy?" He grabs my face with his hands, and he goes a bit blurry in front of me.

"Don't forget that wine. Mmm what was it called? It was so sweet, so nice." I mumble. He doesn't answer, but kisses my forehead and then wraps an arm around my hip.

"Well, quite perfect timing this is, dear. I have one last surprise for you." He half carries, half walks me to a large and beautiful building. At the entrance, I drop my wand and we turn to pick it up.

I gasp at the view before me; I have seen this before. Where have I seen this? I try to search my mind, but find nothing. I shrug it off, and Adrian and I walk inside.

He gets a small keycard, and we are off to find our room. Suddenly, a clear voice calls my name.

"Mira? And is that Pucey?" The voice calls. Wow, he sounds so familiar. I can't place his name, but when we turn his name flies into my head.

"Hi Cedric! How are you? Did you get my letter?" I leave Adrian's grip and hug Cedric lightly. I wobble a bit, which forces him to hold onto me tighter.