Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

88. Inside A Mind

I wake with a jolt in my room. I look down, seeing my beautiful Mira in my arms. Merlin, she was so incredible. I hear Marcus snore from across the room, and I roll my eyes and pull Mira closer to me.

She had come to sleep in the dungeons a lot more often than before; she was having trouble with her roommate again. She didn't like to admit it, but I can tell it made her upset.

She stirs a bit, and I freeze. I shush her lightly; she turns away from me and pulls the blanket tighter around her. Slightly dejected, I contort my neck and pull the thick curtain around my bed open to look at the clock. Five in the morning; too early to wake her and too late to go back to sleep.

I gently climb out of the bed, careful not to move her around too much. She looks so peaceful; I don't want to disturb her. I close the curtain around her and bewitch them so they won't move unless she moves them herself.

I get dressed and I slide my shoes on, deciding to go on a run. I hadn't done my loop around the castle in a while, it would be good to get the fresh air.

I jog out of the castle; the air is crisp and refreshing. Even out here, I think of her. Everything about her is perfect, I can't describe how she does it. Her eyes, her hair, her blush. I smile to myself lightly and pick up my pace.

I've wrapped all the way back to the Black Lake, but I'm forced to stop in my footsteps. A large ship breaks the surface, silently. I stare in awe before I hear a roar erupt from the vessel in front of me.

This must be Mira's friend, the redhead who loves the dragons; several days have passed since he had written her about coming to visit. I turn and run back to the castle, making my way to the dungeons. To my surprise, I run into Victoria.

"Hey Adrian," She smiles, "I was just looking for you."

"Erm, yes? Is there something you need?" I ask her, wiping the sweat off of my brow.

"I've made you a coffee, I was hoping we could talk. Your father wrote me-" She hands me a small cup.

"I can't really talk right now. How about at lunch?" I say, taking the cup from her. She nods, patting me on the back. I walk, wondering what my father could have said to her. He had talked to me about her a small bit. His usual delusions, but surely he wouldn't write to her about that.

When I reach my bed, I gently draw the curtain back. Mira lays there, still asleep. She's curled inward, holding herself lightly. I set the coffee down on my desk and lean to kiss her forehead before jumping in the shower.

Obviously, I was protective of her. I don't want anything to hurt her. But I know that the Weasley bloke had suffocated her. Telling her who she could be friends with, getting angry with her for talking to any guy he didn't befriend himself. She never got into detail, but I could only imagine how bad he had been.

Because of that, I tried to pull back on my protective thoughts. I hated that she was friends with Cedric Diggory, but I trusted her. I encouraged her to be friends with him, if anything.

Same goes for those bastard twins. Even after everything they'd done to her, she was adamant they were her best friends. She was too kind, too forgiving. Then again if she wasn't, she probably wouldn't be my girlfriend now.

I don't know how I feel about this Weasley fellow, the one who worked with dragons. He was older, had a cool profession. But Mira always described him as a friend. She said he was brash, unapologetic. Hopefully that was something she didn't like.

I finish washing up and throw on a tshirt and my flannel pajama pants, making my way to my bed and laying next to her once more.

"My love? C'mon dear, wake up." I whisper, shaking her lightly.