Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

99. Roommate

Adrian kisses me softly, dragging his hands across my body. He peels my shirt off, pulling away only to turn the shower on. He crosses his arms and lifts his shirt off, bringing his body back against mine and kissing my lips feverishly.

His lips trail across my body; he kneels and unbuckles my pants, his lips following his fingers.

He roughly pulls my pants off, and brings his mouth to my thighs. I pull him back to my mouth, breathless. He leans in to kiss me, but I push away so we aren't touching.

I remove my bra and underwear, causing Adrian to suck in a shocked breath. I swat his hand away and enter the shower and pull the curtain closed. I can hear Adrian hastily unbuckling his belt; I giggle lightly as I begin to wash my hair.

The curtain opens and Adrian steps inside, his eyes roaming my body. "Just a second." I whisper, washing the soap out of my hair and turning away from him.

I feel him grab my waist, pulling me out of the warm water. My mind is hazy from the joints I had smoked with my friends, but I register his lips on my neck and how amazing it feels. He lifts me against the wall, entering me with his fingers without warning. I wrap my legs around his torso and begin to kiss his neck; the water splashes against his back.

I moan loudly at Adrian's touch, and move to kiss his lips. As I kiss him, I feel something much larger enter me. He's already pumping his length into me, groaning and gripping my hips tightly.

To my surprise, he moves one of his hands and slaps my bum roughly. I gasp at the pain, but don't say anything. My excitement is like electricity in me, buzzing through my entire body.

"Tell me if it hurts, alright?" Adrian says, ramming himself into me. I cry out and nod, biting my lip to keep from stopping him. "I love you Mira. No one else could ever make me feel this good." He groans, his hands digging even deeper into my hips.

He slides out of me and turns me away from him, bending me over. One of his hands begins to rub circles over my clit, and he enters me from behind.

I throw a hand out onto the wall to keep my balance. This position always made him feel even bigger than he already was, and I could hardly take it. He slaps me once more, and I can feel the warm water fall and make the marks he left burn.

I want to cry, but I know that if I do he'll stop. I bite my lip instead, focusing on how he feels in me. His hand leaves my clit and moves to my hair, pulling my head back as he continues to thrust into me roughly.

"You like that? Look at you, such a mess for me." He groans, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"I love you Adrian." I whimper, shaking with his movement.

He turns me once more, pushing my back into the wall. "I want to see your face as you finish. Tell me who makes you feel this good." He whispers, picking me up and entering me once more.

"You do, Adrian. Oh, only you." I cry, and he brings a hand to my breast.

The heat inside of me grows, and Adrian goes even faster. I lean into him, moaning uncontrollably as I finish. He thrusts a few more times, moving to look me in the eyes.

"You look so pretty when I'm inside you." He tells me, making my cheeks grow red.

He begins to kiss me slowly, pulling out and cupping my face in his hands. I shake; my legs quake worse of all.

"Are you alright, pretty girl?" He asks, rubbing my legs softly.

I nod, walking back into the water and closing my eyes. He takes a step closer to me, caressing my face softly. "Kiss me." I whisper, and he slowly leans down to gently push his lips against mine.

I lean up to meet him, and his hands are strong on my back. I pull alway, smiling lightly. He leans out of the shower, grabbing his wand and waving it at me.

"Do you like it when I slap your bum? I can't tell." He chuckles, grabbing some shampoo and bringing it to his hair.

"If you like it, it's fine." I tell him, reaching up to massage the soap in for him.

"You can tell me if you don't like something. Or if you want to try something new..." he trails off.

I smile lightly. "Wash the soap out of your hair and we'll try something then." I say, getting out of the shower with sore legs.

I dry off and wrap the towel around me, opening the door. I walk out to find that Marcus stands at his desk; he turns when he hears the door open. A smug grin is painted across his face. He holds his bag of unicorn dust, lifting it lightly.

"Want some?" He asks, and I roll my eyes.

I wrap the towel tighter around me, and cross my arms. "Get out, Marcus." I say.

"Or what? You look very pretty in this little get up." He whispers, taking a step closer to me.

"Adrian's just finishing up, he's going to come out any second." I mutter, glancing back.

"Walked in a couple of minutes ago. You sound like a fun time. Adrian's told us about how-"

"I know Adrian hasn't told you anything." I say, raising my voice.

"Yeah, right. I'll be off." He says, laughing and shutting the door behind him.

His words sting and my emotions are raw; I walk to Adrian's bed and begin to cry. I put my head in my hands, thinking about Marcus' words. I know Marcus was bluffing; he had to be. If he was taking about the beginning of the year, Adrian had already told everyone it was a lie.

Marcus was a prat, always trying to get under everyone's skin. But part of me wonders if Adrian had actually said anything. I know it was common for guys to talk generally, but Adrian wouldn't do something like that, would he?

My thoughts are interrupted when the water in the bathroom turns off. I sniffle and wipe my eyes, standing quickly to look in his drawers. Buried at the bottom of all my clothes is the lacy lingerie Adrian had bought me. I slide it on and sit back down.

Adrian exits the bathroom, his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Don't you look lovely." He says, walking up to me. His face falls when he gets closer. He sits next to me, looking into my eyes. "What's happened? Did I hurt you in there?" He asks, glancing to the bathroom.

"Nothing's wrong." I say, shaking my head lightly.

"Come on, don't lie. Tell me." He says, stroking my cheek lightly.

I bury my face in his bare shoulder, and he brings a hand up to the back of my head. "Marcus was just in here a moment ago, he grabbed his bag of dust." I say, my voice shaking.

"Did he say something to you?" Adrian asks, his muscles tightening.

I nod. "He said he heard us in the shower. But, that's not-" I cut off, my eyes stinging. I don't want to cry in front of him; we've been having such a good day.

"What else did he say?" Adrian asks, his jaw tightening.

"Nothing." I lie, blinking quickly.

"Obviously there's something else." He says, gently massaging my scalp.

I gulp and pull away, looking into his eyes. "He said that you've... you've told people about stuff we've done. It's not true, is it?" I say, watching his face grow from worry to anger.

He brings a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples. "Of course I haven't. He's just upset that you've upset Victoria. They've just started dating." He says.

He stands and dresses himself, but I reach out to him. "Why are you getting dressed? Don't you want to-" I ask, but he cuts me off.

"I need to teach this twat a lesson on running his mouth." He tells me, before turning and walking out of the room.

"Adrian, don't. He was just being a jerk." I shout, going through his drawers. I dress myself quickly in one of his tshirts and a pair of my shorts, and run out of the room to try to find him.