Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

112. The Seer

A few days have passed since the day we went to Hogsmeade. We had gone to Zonko's joke shop together and then gone to buy a round of butterbeers, but got back before the sun had set.

Jacob and Julia got along well enough with Lee and the twins; the conversation flowed well and there were no problems that arose.

I found out that Jacob knew that Adrian and I broke up, but he didn't know what he had done to me. Apparently the whole school knew we split; to my utter delight I found that people weren't as interested in the news of who I wasn't dating compared to who I was. There weren't too many rumors; all talk of me disappeared by Tuesday.

Today is Thursday, and I sit in Divination with George. We weren't dating; he had not asked me. I was unsure if I would be able to say yes if he did ask me. I love him, I do, but part of me still feels slightly broken. I know I'll heal, I just don't know when.

I still think of Adrian from time to time, and my heart breaks a little less each time. I have kept true to my word and hadn't let George kiss me, but in all fairness he had only tried once. We slept in our own beds, never staying alone together for too long.

I liked this new boyfriend way of treating me that George had taken up. As a friend he was almost exactly the same; it was the differences that mattered in the spectrum of relationships where he had changed and grown the most.

He never complained about me being friends with other boys, even boys he didn't know. Although, he had questioned me about Jacob. "You're sure he's dating your friend? They're going steady? Just making sure, you know, I had never met the bloke before." He sputtered the night after we met him.

George had even suggested we hang out with Cedric, yet he had held me close when we studied with him. He kept an arm wrapped around my shoulder as if he was tied to me, but he never spoke ill towards my friend.

Cedric himself had tried to get me alone a few times; he was thwarted each time by either George pulling me before I could answer or me just being too busy. I don't know if Cedric was trying to actually pursue me, but I also didn't want to assume in case he wasn't.

Now, Professor Trelawney is rambling her usual shite that she likes so much to ramble; I only pay half attention to what she has to say to the class. George scribbles hastily; it seems like he writes every single word our teacher speaks out loud. I glance over to his paper, but he shifts his body, not letting me read what he's writing.

Obviously, then, it was not notes he was so furiously scribbling. I crane my neck a bit, but he shifts again to hide his parchment from me. "What are you doing, you prat?" I ask by whispering in his ear.

He chuckles at the feeling of my breath in his ear, and looks at me with narrowed eyes. The paper is still obscured with his arms; he doesn't budge at all. "None of your business, babe." He smirks, putting his quill down.

"Don't call me babe." I mutter under my breath.

"Right then, now you really won't find out what I've written on my parchment." He laughs, folding the paper up. He shoves it in his pocket and my ears and cheeks burn; obviously this paper was something important. I just wanted to be in the know; why did he have to be so annoying?

An idea pops in my head. I place my hand on his shoulder tenderly, rubbing him lightly. "Come on, Georgie. Just tell me." I murmur, leaning closer to him.

He shifts in his seat, turning to me ever so slightly. His breath grows a bit more shallow, but he doesn't budge. "Yeah, you wish." He whispers back to me. I move my hand down his arm gingerly, dragging my nails against the thin fabric of his robes. He clears his throat and shifts once more, placing his hands in his lap. "Fine." He gives up, digging back in his pocket.

He takes the parchment out of his pocket and hands it to me, sighing. I take my hand off of him, but he quickly grabs my hand and places it back on his arm. I lightly scratch his forearm, moving to tear open the parchment with my other hand.

I open the paper hastily, and to my horror find it is completely blank. "You git!" I say, half whispering as I throw the paper back to him. He laughs heartily, catching the paper and folding it back up. Another stupid prank where I fall victim; he knew I would die to see the paper.

"Miss Mason? Mister Weasley? Was something I said humorous to you? Does the idea of the leaves miraculously lining up for the greater good of humanity and telling your very future make you laugh?" Professor Trelawney asks us.

George's face grows completely red, and he shakes his head. He struggles over his words, stuttering and growing redder with each passing second, trying to not laugh.

"No ma'am." I answer, my own cheeks growing pink.

Professor Trelawney doesn't back down, walking up to us. "So shall I read your leaves, girl? Or perhaps yours, Weasley? Who's leaves shall I read? You pick!" She says, her voice trembling and her hands shaking.

"Mine, ma'am." George says quickly, trying to spare me our professor's wrath.

She smiles, turning to the front of the class. George and I lock eyes, and he smiles a bit. Soon, our professor comes back to George and I, holding a glass full of steaming hot tea.

"Go on. Drink!" She commands, and George has no choice but to do as she says. He finishes the tea in only a few seconds; his ears burn a bright red.

Professor Trelawney takes the cup in her hands, shaking as she brings it to her humongous eyes. "Oh boy. Oh you dear boy. I see success in your future, but a success you will have to celebrate alone. You will deal with great loss, I see this coming in no longer than five years. Before the age of twenty-one."

"What a positive outlook you have, miss!" George answers, his smile much wider than before. Professor Trelawney turns away, shaking her head. I look to George, and he shakes his head to me. "Don't worry about her." He whispers to me.

I look down to my quill and parchment, writing notes about the lesson for the first time today. "Sure." I whisper to him, trying to not think about what she had said.

Part of me believes that Trelawney was a real Seer. I had Seer blood in me, and it wasn't something I took rather lightly. George didn't believe in Divination, but that doesn't mean that the fates weren't written for him. A great loss? Something that would leave him alone?

"Hey, you don't believe her, do you? She's mad." George tries to console me. I don't reply. "How about we go out tonight? I've got something to ask you later." He says, smirking a bit.

My mood shifts a bit, moving back towards a more positive side. "If I'm free tonight. I'll check." I smirk, looking to the front of the class.

Professor Trelawney looks back, staring into my eyes. Her face holds a deep sense of sadness, her bug eyes watering. She did see it. What great loss would my beautiful George have to face?

"Cheeky, are you? We'll talk about it later. But you're going to enjoy yourself, you'll see." He smiles.

I force myself to smile back, wondering what he had planned for us. He places his hand on my back, absentmindedly drawing pictures that would never materialize against my robes with his fingertips.