Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

108. Disclosure

I wake up the next day, on Saturday morning, in my own bed. My curtains are drawn around my bed, blocking me from the rest of the world. I climb out of bed slowly, not wanting to face the day.

I had kissed George last night. It was only one kiss, but it took away the power I had held about what I wanted from him.

I wanted to take it slow; I didn't want to rush into a relationship so soon after leaving Adrian. It was only one kiss, I remind myself. I had also agreed to go on a date with the boy, and I knew he would be bursting with excitement.

Cedric had also hinted he wanted to try something romantic with me. I smile to myself at the thought- me and Cedric Diggory? Impossible. He was made for Cho, it was positively obvious to anyone who saw them together.

My mind wanders to Adrian. I don't know how he's disappeared, I hadn't seen even the shadow of him in the last week. Part of me worries about it, but a larger part is glad; I don't know how I would react if I saw him.

I toss around the idea of telling George, Fred, and Lee what Adrian had actually done. Since Adrian had somehow avoided the lot of us, they might be able to cool down by the time he made a return.

They'll be livid, I know they will. As I pull on my jumper, I decide to tell them. I can't keep lying to them and hiding what had happened to me.

I brush my hair, but before I do anything else to it I stop. I rush out of my room, my brush in my hand. I scan the common room as fast as I can, looking for a mess of red hair. Seeing nothing of the sort, I run up the steps to the boy's rooms.

I find George in his bed sleeping; his chest rises and falls slowly. I reach a hand out and shake him lightly, hoping to wake him. His breath grows irregular, but he remains asleep.

I shake him a bit harder and his eyes fly open. He looks scared for a second, but soon his face melts into a smile. "Hey Mira." He whispers, reaching out to me. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

His arms wrap around my waist and pull me to sit next to him, so my bum lands in front of his stomach and his body curves around me.

"Hey, you. I was wondering if you could braid my hair for me again. You don't have to." I say, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He smiles and sits up, taking the brush from my hand. Silently, he starts to mess with my hair. The room is still; Lee and Fred stay asleep in their beds.

His touch leaves a tingly feeling in my skull, which relaxes me. I smile at the feeling, and soon he reaches his hand out for a hair band. I hand him the one off my wrist, and he throws the tail of the braid over my shoulder gently.

He kisses my cheek and I pull away; not looking at him. "Sorry about that." He blushes, pulling the covers over his lap.

"Thanks for braiding my hair for me." I smile, placing my hand on top of mine. "I've got something to tell you." I whisper.

"Are you alright?" He asks, to which I nod.

"I want to tell you first, just because I can't tell Fred and look him in the eye. You can tell him if you'd like, but I just can't do it." I whisper, my eyes beginning to water.

"You've frightened me, love. Tell me already." He whispers back.

I swallow before I speak. "It's about Adrian, why we broke up. I don't want you to go after him, or try to get back at him, alright? You don't have to. It won't help any." He doesn't say anything; he waits for me to speak again. "Do you remember the night Adrian and I went on a date in Hogsmeade? Lee had tried to stop us from coming back."

"I remember. The night he... I remember." He says, his jaw tense and hands balled into fists.

My tears begin to spill on my cheeks, and I wipe them away with the palm of my hand. "He had put love potion in my drink. That's why I left with him at all, I think. I'm not exactly sure."

"He what?" George asks, his tone full of anger and disbelief.

"It was the only time he did something like that. But I think that's why I was so adamant to be with him at first. I feel like an idiot about it all. Maybe you and I wouldn't have fought so much." I whisper, the tears falling faster.

George pulls me into his chest, and I sob into the fabric of his tshirt. He rubs my back with one hand; the other hand moves to the back of my neck. He lets me cry for a few minutes, comforting me with his touch and low whispers.

"What's going on?" I hear, I move away from George's chest and find Lee sat in his bed, his face full of concern.

I stutter over my words, unable to repeat them. "She's fine." George says, pulling me back into his chest.

"Obviously not, mate! What's happened?" Lee says, his voice a bit louder.

"Why are we yelling?" I hear Fred mutter, his voice filled with grogginess.

Great. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself before I move from George's chest. I wipe at my face with my forearm, looking at the boys. Fred and Lee stand shoulder to shoulder, staring at me with bewilderment.

"I've lied to you, the both of you. About why I broke up with Adrian." I tell them.

"Well we knew that. So what's the reason? Go ahead and tell me." Fred says, sitting next to me. He takes my hand in his, and tears warm my eyes once more.

"He drugged her." George says, his jaw squared.

"No, he-" I try to correct, but the room had already exploded by then.

Fred and Lee shout over one another, their anger filling my ears. A vein pops in Fred's forehead; Lee waves his arms around as he shouts obscenities about Adrian.

"What the bloody hell do you mean he drugged her?" Fred shouts, looking to George.

"He gave me a love potion on our first date. Only once, but I reckon that's why I ended up in his bed." I say, forcing myself to not cry. George's grip tightens around me.

The room goes silent for a moment.

"He's done for. He thinks he can get away with doing that to you? Does he not know you're like my blood?" Lee says, his hands shaking.

"He's not done for." I answer, moving to stand. "I don't want anyone to know. If you go after him it'll raise questions. Please. Just leave it alone. I just had to tell you; I couldn't keep lying to you. I couldn't keep it a secret any longer." I tell him, grabbing his hand.

"We have to listen to her. Please. Just respect what she wants, for once." George says, standing up behind me. He places a hand on my hip.

"Please." I echo.

Fred looks to the ground. Lee bites his cheek. None of them respond. After what feels like days, Fred nods. "Fine." He mutters.

He moves to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Lee only turns back to his bed, pulling the curtain around his bed shut.

I knew they would be upset, but I didn't think it would be this bad. I know they won't listen to me; they'll go after him eventually. But I also know they won't do anything now, not when my wish to leave him alone was so fresh.

I sit with George, crying into my hands, not knowing what to say to him. He plays with my braid, his face red and eyes watery. I know he's hurting for me, and it makes my heart break.

He clears his throat and leans in to me, whispering in my ear. "Hey, you're alright. Calm down, love. How about I take you out on our date now? It'll take your mind off of things, at least." He asks.

I look to him and nod, and he smiles a small and nervous smile. He pushes me out of the bed, only sliding his shoes on before we leave.

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