Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

74. GFW

I enter my common room quietly. There's quite a few students in here, but none of them are my friends. I decide to check to see if the boys are in their room, going up the steps with tired legs.

I knock on their door and hear some shuffling. "Who is it?" A voice calls from the other side.

"It's only me! Mira." I call back. The door opens quickly, revealing a breathless Fred. He grabs me roughly and throws me in the room, slamming the door closed behind me.

I look around the room and find a thick layer of soot covers every square inch; there is even soot on the roof and windows. "Yeah, we had a little accident with our firecracker box." Fred says. "George is washing up now."

"How are you planning on cleaning this?" I laugh.

"I've forgotten the spell, you see. Lee's gone to the library to find if it's in a book or something." His ears go red.

I fall into a fit of laughter, tears forming in my eyes. "You lot are complete idiots!"

"Don't look so smug!" He says, grabbing a handful of the black powder and tossing it at me. I gasp and push him, just as George exits the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Perfect timing. Your git brother just got soot all over me!" I complain. George chuckles and shakes his head. I can't help but notice how the water drips from the ends of his too-long hair and lands on his bare skin.

"You love me." Fred says. "As much fun as that was, Lee has taken far too long to conjure an answer for us. I'll go look for Hermione." He walks out of the room hastily.

"You're welcome to shower if it bothers you that much." George says, motioning towards his door.

"No it's alright. I was mainly just trying to give Freddie a reaction." I mumble. The air is thick with tension.

"Well, I'm going to change. Are you going to keep staring at me?" George asks. I blush a deep red and he smiles. "You're welcome to watch."

"You're so annoying. I'm leaving!" I say, making my way to the door.

"Mira, wait." He calls, and I pause in place. "You have black stuff all over your face." He tosses me a shirt and I begin to wipe my face. He laughs.

"What?" I complain, growing irritated.

"You're only spreading it around. Here." He walks up to me and scrunches his hair a bit, bringing the excess water to my cheek. He takes the shirt from me and wipes the soot off with a serious face.

"Thanks." I whisper.

"Your eyes are red, did he get it in them? I've got eyedrops." He asks, his hand still holding the shirt to my cheek.

"No, erm. Do you think we can talk?" I ask. He nods and walks to his bed, throwing the dirty comforter off. He pats the space next to him. His abs flex as he sits, his biceps shift as he makes sure he's all covered. My cheeks turn pink, but I sit next to him.

I make sure to leave enough space so that I don't come into contact with his bare skin. I take my wand and cast muffliato so no one can hear what I am about to confess. "What's that for?" He asks, his ears growing red.

"I'm going to tell you a secret, and you can't tell anyone. Not even Lee, not even Fred." I press, to which he nods. "Adrian and I are having issues. I know you probably don't want to hear it, but you're the only one who can keep his mouth shut."

"What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?" He asks quickly, his eyes scanning to see if he can see any damage. I shake my head.

"No, I just... I can't trust him." I say, blinking back tears. "He's been doing unicorn dust behind my back."

I can hear George suck in a shocked breath. "How'd you find out?" He asks quietly.

"I found it in his room, we had an entire row over it. I don't know what to think." I say. The tears begin to fall down my face.

George takes a gentle hand and places it on my back, consoling me. "Why are you so upset?" He asks in a hushed tone.

"He hid it from me. And he made me feel so stupid! Ugh. I just want to help him, but knowing that he lied makes it so hard." I cry. I look up at George. He takes a hand and wipes my cheek, his hand coming back a light gray. I giggle lightly and take the shirt from earlier and wipe my whole face.

"That's one way to get it off." He jokes, trying to distract me from my sadness. "I don't know what to tell you. You know what I think." He says.

"Yeah you can't wait for us to be over." I say, rolling my eyes.

"I just want you to be happy. I don't care with who. I can wish of course. Wish it were me that could make you happy." He says, looking away.

"You do make me happy." I tell him, sniffling.

"You know what I mean." He mutters. I look to the ground.

"George?" I ask quietly. He doesn't turn, but mutters a small acknowledgment. I reach for his chin and force him to look at me. "It makes me so sad when you speak that way. Why can't we just be friends again?" I ask.

"You don't understand." He says. He looks at my eyes intently, then glances to my lips.

I should pull away. I should turn around. I should leave. But my mind is fuzzy and lethargic, I don't realize what he's doing until it's too late. He leans his head in and brings his lips to mine. Our lips connect, and his hands begin to tangle in my hair lightly. I automatically kiss him back; my mind is full of emotion and somehow blank at the same time.

He shifts to face me better, not breaking the kiss. He smells so fresh, the soot in the room barely noticeable now. With his kiss, my despair and sorrow disappears. Something feels wrong. One of his hands begins to trail from my hair to my neck, then to my waist. I realize what I'm doing; I pull away. "Stop. This isn't right." I whisper.

Roughly, George pulls me to him, kissing me on the lips once more. I begin to protest and pull away, and his door flies open. "Bloody hell! Erm, I- Mira?" Ron yells, incredulously.

"Ron, stop. Close the door please." I scream back, climbing away from George. "You cannot tell anyone what you just saw alright? Swear it."

"What were you two doing? Are you back together?" Ron asks, shutting the door behind him.

"No!" I say quickly.

"Swear you won't tell anyone or I'll obliviate every memory since your twelfth birthday." George says, pointing his wand at Ron.

"Fine, you lunatic!" Ron says, turning to leave. He rushes out before anyone can say another word, and my heart begins to race. Ron was the worst person to keep a secret; I can't believe this is happening to me.

I walk away from George without a backward glance. "Mira. I'll make sure he doesn't tell anyone." He says, grabbing my shoulder. I turn and see him fixing his towel with one hand.

"I can't do this, George. I told you. Just friends, or nothing at all. I was willing to forget everything you've done before, but I can't do this anymore. I have to go find my boyfriend." I turn and leave, a lump in my throat.

I grasp the charm on my bracelet tightly. I run down the stairs, running through the common room; not stopping when I hear someone call my name. My bracelet glows, and I run down the stairs of the castle. My hands shake and my legs ache, but I continue my quick pace towards the dungeon.

On the fourth floor, I run straight into Adrian's chest. He catches me before I can fall, and I look up to him gratefully. "Ready for dinner already? What's this on your-" He asks, bringing a hand to my cheek.

I cut him off by putting my lips on his, kissing him deeply. I can't think about George that way; Adrian is the only one whose lips belong on mine. His hands immediately make their way to my waist, and he returns my kisses instantly.

"Come on." I say, pulling away and taking his hand in mine. I pull him up the stairs; he questions me the entire way there. "We're going to our hidden room." I tell him, which silences him at once.