Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

80. You Reap What You Sow

Adrian stands before me, his face stony and serious. I stare at his hand, unsure if I should take it or not. I decide to stand on my own, not touching him. "Talk about what? You can't even look at me in the halls, I doubt there's anything to talk about." My chest aches with my words.

I want to reach out to him. I want to touch him. I want him to hold me. But I look to the ground and begin to pack up my things. "Spending that time apart was hard for me, Mira. It wasn't what I wanted-"

"You're the one who decided on a break." I tell him, shooting him a small glance. He is so perfect, so beautiful. But I can't let that pull me back in.

"Only so I wouldn't hurt you. I wanted to just take a step back and work on myself... for you." He says, crouching down to help me with my things. Our hands touch, and I quickly pull away from him. Tears begin to form in my eyes, and I push away from him angrily.

"That's bullshit Adrian!" I tell him, wiping at my face before any tears fall. I don't want to cry in front of him.

I look to him, unsure of what to say. He had caused me so much pain. Things were so good, until they weren't. But I loved him, and I know that he loved me too. Tears begin to fall onto my cheeks faster than I can wipe them away. Great.

He grabs me by the shoulders, dropping the flowers on the ground. He pulls me in to his chest, holding me tightly as I cry. "I'm so sorry, my love. I thought it was what was best for us."

"I miss you." I say into the fabric of his sweater.

"I've missed you so much, pretty girl. But I've taken time to think about it all. We never have to be apart again if you don't want us to." He tells me, lifting my face to look at me. He wipes my tears and ruffles my hair lightly.

I nod and close my eyes, sniffling lightly. I pull away, and he quickly kneels to collect all of my things. He places my bag on his shoulder, giving me the flowers only a second later. "Thanks. These are pretty." I say with little inflection.

"Erm, about that ball next week. Would you do me the honor of being my date?" He asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

My heart begins to race. Did he really think it would be that easy? Should I make it that easy? I can't. I raise my hand to remove it off of my shoulder, turning to look at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I already have a date." I lie.

"What?" He asks, the shock clear in his voice.

"Why so shocked? Can't believe there's other blokes out there who think I'm attractive?" I say, turning away to walk to the castle.

"Of course not. You're incredibly beautiful... Who's asked you?" He says, his voice strained.

I decide to tell the truth. "Two boys in Gryffindor, one from Ravenclaw. A boy from Hufflepuff got halfway through his proposal before he ran away." I say nonchalantly. He didn't have to know that I had refused all of the offers I'd received.

"Well then who are you going with?" He says, squaring his shoulders and standing tall.

"I guess you'll find out." I tell him. "It would have been you had we not been broken up."

He grabs my hand and turns me to face him. "I'm an idiot. No one could ever have the hold you have on my heart. I love you... I adore you, with every fiber of my being."

I take my bag from him and turn away to start walking towards the castle, trying to hide my smile from him. "That was quite the speech," I call out behind me, "You better show up stag!"

He chuckles and resumes his place beside me. "There's not a single broad in this dump I'd ever dream of taking."

We walk together to the castle, and Adrian comes close to worshipping the ground I walk on. I look so pretty today; my hair looks nice. Had I always had the freckle on my cheek? It was too cute. He takes only a breath before the next compliment, all the way back to the castle.