Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

91. Search and Seizure

I spend only an hour in Julia's room. I cry in her bed, listening to her harp on about how Adrian would never do this to me.

"Everyone knows he's utterly obsessed with you. This is ludicrous!" She repeats. "I bet you Victoria did something to him, you have to believe me. But you had to see it with your own eyes, I couldn't go on with you not knowing."

I don't respond, not wanting to think about Adrian or Victoria or anything at all. I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror; my makeup is a mess and my face is splotchy. Julia comes up behind me and hands me a face wipe, offering to do my makeup again.

I sneak out of the Slytherin common room only because of the pain in my wrist. It hasn't ceased since I fell, and I think I might have even broken it.

Madam Pomfrey examines my arm, tsking at the damage. "You've let it set. It'll hurt a lot more now, girl."

Julia holds my hand as Madam Pomfrey begins to work on my arm. I end up needing to wear a sling, to my utter dismay.

"I've had worse breaks than this and never needed one! I look ridiculous." I complain.

"Your wrist is much more delicate, dear. Only a few days." The nurse murmurs.

Suddenly, a crowd forms at the open doors of the infirmary. I look and see it's the Weasleys, accompanied by a worried Hermione.

They run up to me, asking what had happened. "I slipped, you know me. Too clumsy for my own good." I say with a blush. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Seamus had just left; he burned his eyebrow off again. He saw you come in." Ron says, looking at my arm.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asks, to which I nod. Her eyebrow furrows, but she doesn't continue the conversation.

"You know Mira, if you want my attention when I'm around, you don't have to keep hurting yourself." Charlie says, smirking.

I blush deeper, my ears turning pink. "Maybe you just bring about bad luck." I mutter, and my friends all laugh.

"You're free to go, dear. Be careful, please." The nurse says, shooing us all off.

"How about lunch? Sorry to make such a fuss." I say, desperate to change the subject. I find myself walking with them out of the infirmary, quietly. 

Julia bids us all a goodbye, and although I try to get her to join us, she shrugs me off and leaves anyway. We make our way to Gryffindor tower, and the group pokes fun at my sling. Finally, at the portrait of the fat lady, they turn their attention to Charlie for trying to guess the password and getting it wrong each time.

I can't help but think of Adrian. I know his father was pushing him to be with Victoria, but he had told me himself that he didn't want that. Julia swore Victoria had a hand in this, but I can't bear the thought of them together in any way.

Victoria in his bed, half dressed. I grow nauseous once more. He had spoken to me only hours before. What had changed? How could he ever cheat on me?

The group and I eat together, and I try my best to not think about it. I try to joke around with them, but the pit never leaves my stomach. After lunch, I excuse myself. I tell them I want them to have family time.

I run up to my room, tears in my eyes. Only one thought repeats in my head: how could this have happened? With burning eyes, I descend the steps and decide to go to the library; it's sure to be quiet there, and I'll be able to hide more inconspicuously. I'm able to sneak away easily enough, and I make my way down the steps quietly.

He had promised me so many things. He had sworn we would be together forever. But he had betrayed my trust once more; he had done possibly the worst thing he could have ever done.