Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

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I stand from the table, excusing myself. I walk towards Adrian, and he reaches an arm out to touch me. I pull away from him, walking past him and into the hallway.

I'm sure I'm being followed; I can hear his heavy footsteps behind me. I wipe at my eyes, not wanting to face him. "What happened to your arm, are you alright?" He calls out, but I can't answer. My throat feels full; it's thick with tears that are threatening to spill out.

"Mira, please." He says, his voice burning holes in my ears. I stop walking, slowly turning to face him. "I don't know what happened. One second I was in my room, then I went to the common room and... and I can't remember what. The next thing I remember I was in my room and then you were there with me. You have to believe me."

I nod, tears streaking my cheeks. "I do believe you."

His eyes grow wide. "Forgive me, please. I don't know what's going on-"

"Victoria slipped you a love potion." I whisper. I close my eyes, not wanting to think about it at all. "Julia figured it all out."

"I feel so horrible about this. I'll write to my father, I'll tell him I want nothing to do with him." Adrian pleads, taking my hands.

"I can't do this." I say, tears falling down my cheeks quickly. I try to stifle them, but only end up crying harder.

"What do you mean, love?" He asks, cradling my face in his hands.

"Don't you see how utterly convoluted this is? I can't do this! Your father and Victoria are obviously working towards something I don't fit into." I turn away from him, ascending the steps.

He follows me, reaching for my good hand. "I'm telling you, I'll leave them all behind. I don't care what they want. I want you. I love you."

"I can't tear you apart from your family, are you mad? Do not just rip yourself away from them. Imagine Alexandra. What would she do if you left them?" I sniffle, pulling my hand out of his and moving to keep going up the steps.

"Why are you walking away?" He asks, stepping to catch up with me.

"Are you kidding me? I found you half naked with another girl! I don't care if it was a love potion, I can't get that wretched image out of my head. And I hate- I hate your father. I hate her for it." I say, dropping to the ground.

Adrian wraps his arms around me, shushing me and stroking my hair lightly. "Please, I'll talk to my father. I'll sort things out. Just don't walk away from this. I'll go tonight, I'll go to the manor and tell him to leave us alone."

I sniffle and look up at him. His eyes are watery and his face is red. His eyes are desperate; he looks so afraid.

"You don't understand. The fact that your father would do something like this, it makes me sick. I can't go on knowing he would do something like that to break us up." I whimper.

"I'm trying to solve this, my beauty. I'll work things out with him. I'll let him know it didn't work. It-it won't work." He whispers into my cheek. I nod slowly, and he stands up, lifting me. "Do you want me to walk you somewhere? Where would you like to go?"

I wipe my face, unsure of where to tell him. "The seventh floor. I just want to be away from everyone." I whisper.

He gulps and nods, walking up the steps with me hand in hand. When we reach the hall, he picks me up and carries me as he paces. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, facing him. He paces the hall, silently, until the door appears.

We enter the room and he walks over to the bed, leaning his cheek to mine. He strokes my hair gently, setting me down on my back on the bed. "Do you want me to leave?" He asks. "I will. Whatever you want."

I take a second to weigh out my options. "No, stay with me. If you want to." I whisper. He crawls into the bed, kissing my forehead as he places his hand on my jaw.

His touch is so comforting, it feels like his embrace takes away all the pain I've been carrying. I want to be mad at him; I want to turn away. For some reason, I can't.

"I'm so sorry. I love you so much; I am so sorry." He whispers, his voice thick. I look up to see him wiping his eyes.

"I love you too Adrian. It'll be alright." I whisper, taking his face in my hands. I hate to see him hurt. I know this wasn't his doing, but part of me still resents him.

His father and Victoria had to be working together. They had to. But why? Adrian pulls me into his chest, holding me tightly. I push away lightly, and his face falls.

I bring my face to his, pausing when our lips are only centimeters apart. We both freeze, unsure of what to do. I want to kiss him, I want to feel him on me. But I can't bring myself to do it. Adrian shifts lightly, connecting his lips to mine.

I kiss him slowly, bringing my hand to his chest. He rubs my back lightly, slightly pushing me closer to him.

Godric, how I've missed his touch. I lean into the kiss, and one of his hands knots in my hair. I gasp, beginning to run my free hand down his body.

"I love you." He whispers into my mouth, before moving to kiss my neck. He sucks lightly on the side of my neck, causing me to shudder.

I begin to breathe heavier, bending my knee and lifting my leg over his slightly. His hand travels slowly to my bum, and he squeezes it and touches me gently.

He kisses me once more, entering my mouth with his tongue. Heat blooms inside of me and I moan into him, bringing my hand down to caress his waistband.

Adrian flips me onto my back, careful to not hurt my arm. He carefully spreads my legs open with his knee, bringing a hand down to tease me.

He drags his fingers slowly across my thighs, driving me mad. "I love you." He repeats, beginning to rub me over the fabric of my jeans.

"I love you too." I whisper, staring up at him.

His hands fly under my sweatshirt, gripping my breast and making my breath grow shallow. I lift myself to kiss him, but he takes the opportunity to rip the sweatshirt off, along with the stupid canvas sling.

"Is this alright?" He asks.

I nod, goosebumps raising on my bare skin. "I want you Adrian. You're the only one I want." I murmur, looking at his beautiful strong face.

"You're the only girl I've ever loved. No one could ever compare to you." He tells me, bringing his face down to leave love bites across my chest. My breath is shallow as he moves his mouth across my body, and I feel him unbuckling my pants as gently as he can. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

He removes my jeans, throwing them across the room. He lifts me up, setting me on my knees and quickly sliding underneath me. He positions himself just under me, and lifts himself up to reach my body.

He begins to kiss my thighs, pulling me lower onto him. His mouth connects to my heat, and I can't help but squirm. His tongue begins to pleasure me perfectly, slowly and gently.

I can feel him groan; the vibrations sending shockwaves through my entire body. He keeps going, placing his hands heavily on my thighs to keep us connected. I begin to whimper, the sensation already too much to bear.

I can feel myself nearing my peak, and I try to push off of him, but he doesn't allow me to. My legs shake and I finish in his mouth, throwing my head back.

Finally, he releases me, and I lower myself, shaking, to straddle him. I move to take his shirt off, but he catches my hand.

"Baby, don't be upset. I've got to go. I need to speak with my father. We can finish this another time." He whispers, placing his hand on my cheek.

"You have to go now?" I ask, feeling slightly dejected.

"I'll stay with you for a little while longer, alright? But I want to go tonight." He says, pulling me down to lay with him. He accios the sweatshirt into his hand, dressing me.

He plays with my hair, whispering how much he loves me and how he's going to fix everything. My eyes flutter closed, and I fall asleep to the sound of his deep voice.