Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

109. Someone Else's Headspace

I walk with Mira out of the bedroom, leading her down the stairs. Many emotions fill my head right now, and I don't know which one to move with.

Anger fills me; I'm angry at Adrian for what he did to her. I'm angry that he took advantage of her, the girl I love, and that he got away with it. I'm even angry at her, for not letting me make things right. Why did she want to protect him so badly?

This leads to confusion, which I guess is the overarching emotion here. Why had she lied to me? Why does she not want us to go after him? Did she want to get back with him?

I'm also quite sad; sad that this would happen to her. She was so good, so kind to everyone, so happy. She didn't deserve this, yet it was forced upon her and there was nothing anyone could do. I'm sad that she lied about it, tried to hide it. I can see why, of course, but I thought she would trust me enough to tell me.

Somehow, joy has found its way to me as well. I'm happy that she walks with me; glad to know we were going on a date. This could be my second chance. She could actually be mine again. My nerves intertwine with my joy. I hope I don't ruin things the way I did before.

"George?" She asks, stopping at the foot of the stairs.

"Yes, doll?" I answer, looking into her beautiful eyes. Her entire face was perfect; I couldn't find a flaw even if I tried.

"Do I look crazy?" She asks, lifting a hand to gesture at her face. Sure, her makeup was messed up from her tears. A little smudge of black is under her left eye, but if anything it made her cuter, more endearing.

I shake my head. "You look perfect." I answer. She blushes and wipes her hand under her eye; the smudge doesn't move.

I grab her hand and lead her out of the common room, bringing her to the main staircase. We walk together quietly. My cheeks burn; it feels slightly awkward.

I clear my throat, unsure of what to tell her. "Are you alright? Truly?" I ask her. Godric, why would I ask that? Obviously she wasn't, what a stupid question that was.

"Just fine." She says, looking at the steps at her feet instead of me.

She clears her throat, but doesn't say anything. Halfway down the steps, I decide to ask her a question that's been weighing on my mind. "Did you ever go out with Cedric Diggory?" I ask.

Her head snaps up to me, and to my surprise she laughs. "Of course not!" She says, giggling.

A wave of relief washes over me. There was no way I could compete with her dear Ceddie. "He's a nice lad, though?" I mumble.

She smirks lightly, only nodding her head. I want to try to be more supportive of her friends, I know that was something that bothered her before. Was it too much?

"Where are you taking me?" She asks, crossing her arms across her chest.

"That's a surprise!" I tell her. She smiles lightly, and I shite in my pants. I had no idea where I was taking her, to be honest. An idea pops into my head and I jump at the thought. "You know what, I've messed up the order of things. We have to go back up."

She groans, but complies. We walk back up the stairs together, towards the seventh floor. I place my hands on her shoulders to signal for her to stop; I don't want her to pace and mess up what I wanted to imagine.

I think as hard as I can to imagine something amazing for her. At last a door appears, and I place one hand on the small of her back and reach the other hand to the doorknob.

I push it open and hear her gasp; it seems as if we had walked outside. It feels like a perfect summer's day in the room; the floor has become lush green grass and the walls have transformed into a wall of trees. In the center of the room, a small squared table with four wooden chairs stands.

She smiles at me, walking to the table and looking in a basket that sits in the middle of it. I turn away for a second, suddenly self conscious; my breath stinks, it has to- I hadn't been able to brush my teeth before I left. I take my wand and quickly place one end in my mouth, spraying mouthwash into my mouth and quickly swishing it around.

"What are you doing Georgie? You alright?" Mira asks me, taking a step closer to me.

I quickly swallow the mouthwash in my mouth, turning to face her. "I'm alright." I smile at her.

"There isn't anything in the basket except plates." She tells me, placing a hand on my back.

"Right, I'll go get some food from the kitchens. I'll be right back, okay? Don't move." I say, placing my hand on her cheek.

She nods and takes a step back, going back to the basket and pulling out the plates. She starts to set them up on the table, not meeting my gaze. She was so beautiful, even without trying. She moves the things of the table around so gracefully, her gaze intent on her task.

I smile to myself, glad that she was here with me. I turn to leave, placing my hand on the doorknob. I look back to look at her once more, opening the door and stepping into the hall.

I make my way down the steps, almost running so she doesn't have to wait too long. The castle is cold, but I don't mind. Sometimes fresh air was all I needed to clear my head.

I think of her on my way down; I can't get her face out of my head. She was perfect, absolutely perfect. I make my way to the kitchens, ensuring the house elves make all of Mira's favorite foods.

The breaded chicken she loves, the mashed potatoes she always raves about; I even make them cut the chicken in hearts before they put it in a basket for me. A few minutes later I leave with all the food and even some slices of chocolate cake for us, giddier than a school boy.

I make my way up the staircase, careful to not swing the basket around too much. Only halfway up the steps, I hear my name being called.

"Oi! Oi Weasley!" The voice repeats.

I turn my head, trying to find who was shouting for me. I don't recognize the voice, but something seems familiar.

Cedric Diggory waves his arms, walking down the steps to meet me. "Are you calling for me?" I ask, completely confused.

"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about something. About Mira." He tells me.

My blood begins to boil; my knuckles grow white under my grasp of the basket. "Yeah? What about her?" I mutter through gritted teeth. I try to calm myself. I know I can't react too strongly, it would upset Mira.

"She's single, isn't she?" He asks, a smug grin on his face.

Godric, I want to punch the expression off his stupid face. "Not for long." I answer.

His face shifts a bit, but he recovers quickly. "Is that so? Well, I thought I'd better come and speak to you before I did anything." He pauses. I don't react, so he continues after clearing her throat. "I know you still fancy her, but I do as well. I just thought it'd be fair to tell you before I crossed any lines."

You have to be pulling my wand! Cedric was the type of boy who got whatever he wanted; smooth with the ladies, handsome enough to swoop them away. But Mira had laughed at the idea of them together, that had to be promising. Maybe he was just a friend, someone Mira couldn't see as anything more.

"Yeah? May the best man win then." I utter, pushing past him and going back up the steps to meet Mira.