Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

104. Butterbeer

"Merlin's beard, you're going to leave a bruise!" I complain, looking up to see who's hand grasps me so tightly.

"You've got to explain what I've just seen." Hermione says, pulling me towards a couch on the wall.

"It was nothing." I say, wiping at my eyes.

Hermione tsks at me, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, that's why you just shouted at Adrian in the middle of the common room," She says, "You're lucky the twins weren't here to witness that."

"I don't want to get into it." I tell her, moving to stand up. "At least not now."

"Am I telling the twins or are they going to hear about it from a random kid?" She asks, her hand on her hip.

"Where are they anyways?" I ask, sniffling lightly.

"Saturday morning detention, where else? They set off a Dungbomb in McGonagall's office by accident, but she didn't believe it was. They should be out any minute now, actually." She giggles.

I sigh. "I'll tell them when they come back." I mutter, smiling at her and going to the bay window.

I look out of the window, watching the sun shine on the fields and quidditch pitch. The window is warm, and I press the side of my forehead against the glass. I feel a lump in my throat, but I don't cry. I close my eyes and focus on the warmth from the window as I wait for the boys to arrive.

Next I know, I am shaken awake. "Hey you!" I hear.

I turn to find George in front of me, Lee at his side. "Hey you two." I mutter, moving to stretch my arms. "Where's Freddie?"

"Out with Angelina, I think they're back on." Lee says, pulling me to stand with them.

"Well I've got something to tell the lot of you, but I reckon I'll tell you two now." I whisper, my eyes watering.

George and Lee lock eye before turning to me. "It's about Pucey isn't it?" Lee asks.

"We've broken up. I think that this time it's for good. I've done it, I can barely look at the boy." I tell them, straightening my shoulders.

"What did he do to you?" George asks, his face growing serious. His jaw clenches lightly.

I can't tell them. If I tell them, I know they wouldn't just go after him to beat him up; last time, Fred had broken his arm. If they knew what he did to me they would kill him, quite literally.

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm fine, really. It just wasn't working out." I answer, hoping the boys would just believe me.

A few seconds pass, and George pulls me into a hug. "How about we get some butterbeers? We can hang out in my room if you'd like." He offers.

Lee nods, patting my hair. I pull away from them both and smile meekly, nodding.

"I'll run to the pub, be back as soon as I can." Lee says, kissing me on the cheek. He runs off, and George places a hand on my shoulder and leads me towards the stairs leading to the boy's hall.

We walk up the steps quietly. When we reach his room, I sit on Fred's bed. George walks over to his own bed; I can feel his eyes burning holes on my back. I turn to face him, my cheeks pink.

The silence is almost awkward. Almost.

"How are you doing, Georgie?" I ask, bringing my knees to my chest.

He shrugs. "Just spent the last three hours in detention." He says with a smirk. "Reckon I'm better off than you in the moment though."

"Yeah, you're real funny." I say, trying to hide the smile that was pushing to be in my lips.