Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

67. Through the Grapevine

I wake up the next morning with a pounding in my head. I sit up and find I am still in George's bed, he lays on the floor next to me, his hand extended and next to mine. Lee is in his bed, but Fred is missing.

I look around the room, seeing on the clock it is not even six in the morning. My wrist grows warm; this must be what had woken me. After a moment, I decide to press back.

With a groan I make my way out of George's bed and into the girls dormitories quietly. I reach my room and change, my head pounding and stomach dropping.

I think about last night. George had finally been respectful of my boundaries; he had finally understood that we were only friends again. My wrist grows warm once more, breaking me away from my my thoughts. I rush down the stairs, which makes my nausea grow tenfold.

I throw open the portrait hole, finding Adrian dressed for the day; his hair is already handsomely combed. He extends a hand to me, and I see he holds a small bottle with blue liquid.

"Heard there was a party yesterday." He says with a hint of a smile. I gratefully take the bottle and drink, my ill feelings fading from my body. I look to Adrian sheepishly; we both know I had clearly been avoiding him. He silently reaches out to me and pulls me into his chest.

"Thank you, I was feeling horrendous." I say into the fabric of his sweater.

He pulls away and places a hand on my chin. "Look at me. I'm so sorry, precious, for what happened on the train. I shouldn't have snapped at you, I've been kicking myself-"

"Adrian-" I try.

"No, let me apologize," He tucks my hair behind my ear, "Please." He adds quickly.

"Go on." I say, leaning into his touch.

"You are everything to me. Yesterday I-I was afraid I had lost you. I was worried sick; I couldn't sleep. I'm so sorry. You don't have to forgive me yet, but I will make it up to you, alright?"

His face is full of remorse, but I cannot lie to him.

"You've never lost your composure like that with me before. It reminded me of who you were before we started dating." I whisper.

He sighs and brings a hand to his eyes. "I'm not that same person. I was angry, I was bitter. You know who I am. You know I love you more than anything." He drops his hands and caresses my cheek.

"I know; I love you too... Just don't do it again." I take a deep breath and look to the ground.

"I swear to you that I won't." He says, pulling me in to kiss my forehead. "I've planned something for you; it's just something to tell you I'm sorry."

"You didn't have to." I blush. He scoops me up and carries me bridal style down the steps, kissing my forehead and cheek occasionally.

"You know, you are so gorgeous. Just absolutely breathtaking, my love." He tells me as we reach the seventh floor.

"You're buttering me up!" I exclaim.

He rolls his eyes. "No, I'm not. I'm just madly in love with a beautiful girl."

"Then you should break up with me so you can date her." I tell him as he begins to pace the corridor, trying to get the secret door to pop up. He stops in the middle of his pacing to look at me in the eyes.

"Stop it. You are the most exquisite girl that has ever walked the halls of Hogwarts. Most stunning girl there ever was." He tells me. He squeezes me a bit before he begins to pace again. My cheeks grow red at his words, and I don't know what to tell him. Luckily, I don't have to respond right away.