Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

70. Persuasion

I hold the lace in my hand, unsure of my emotions. I resent Adrian for his actions, but I also feel angry at his apology. His apology was getting me naked? I look at the fabric I hold and decide to change into it, but a plan starts to form in my head as I do.

Perhaps I could channel this anger into something more... productive.

As I change, I notice a small bag of powder on the counter. I pick it up, then quickly throw it down in disgust. Unicorn dust. I wish Marcus and Victoria didn't do this stuff, it truly was so horrible. I don't even know what they found so appealing about it.

I shake away those thoughts and look in the mirror to see that the dark purple lace fits just right on my curves, accentuating my body flawlessly. Perfect. I tousle my hair lightly and move to open the door.

I find Adrian sitting on his bed, his robe cast to the side; his face lights up when he sees me. "Wow." He says, standing to meet me. His arm reaches to my hip, but I slap his hand away with a small giggle.

His hand reaches out to me again but I push him away once more. "You can't touch me." I tell him with a smirk.

"Come on," He begs, "You look incredible."

"I know." I smile. I make my way to his bed and lay down, propping myself up on my elbows. His eyes wander down my body and fill with lust. He takes a step closer and I put my hand out to stop him.

"You want me to suffer." He complains.

"I don't." I say, dragging a hand down my body. "I want you to say your apology again. And I want you to mean it."

"Mira. Please, forgive me. From the bottom of my heart, I'm begging you to forgive me. I'll never hurt you again. I-I'll make an unbreakable vow on it."

I sit up in his bed, wrapping his comforter around me. "Don't say that." I say quickly, my mood falling.

"I mean it. I'd rather die than ever hurt you again." He says, stepping closer to me.

"I'm not going to sleep with you just because you said that."

He nods. "You don't have to. You can get dressed again if you want. I only said it because I meant it."

I stand up and make my way to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands wrap around my hips and I push them away. "I told you no touching."

I lean in and kiss his cheek, making way down to his neck and eventually landing on his lips. His hands grasp my waist firmly. "Please." He mumbles against my lips.

I reach my hand below and feel that he is already hard. I gently rub him over his pants and he lifts me by my waist, picking me up to throw me on the bed. He climbs on top of me and kneels, looking down at me. His hands trace my shoulders and make their way to my breasts, where he grasps at me hungrily.

I take a deep breath before I speak. "What happened to no touching?"

"Screw that." He says, leaning down to kiss my neck. I begin to breathe heavily, and his hands begin to pull the straps of the lingerie off of my body. His lips meet mine and I place my hand in his hair, tugging lightly.

He groans into my mouth. His body begins to shift, and he lowers himself to kiss my thighs. He roughly pulls the lace off of me, throwing it across the room carelessly. "What was the point of buying me that if you won't even let me wear it?" I mumble.

"The point is to get you out of it." He says before he starts to kiss around my heat. I gasp as he enters me with his tongue, the feeling spreading goosebumps across my skin.