Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

113. Past Curfew

I sit in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for George. He had told me to dress warmly, so I wear jeans and a thick long sleeved shirt, holding my coat in my hands.

The couch I sit on is right next to the fire, staring at the flames. George hadn't told me where he was taking me; he had only told me to not eat dinner and to meet him in the common room at seven thirty.

I glance at the clock on the wall, noting it was seven thirty-four. George was rarely late; part of me worries for him.

My mind begins to wander. George was going to ask me to be his girlfriend tonight, I knew it. I was terrified of the thought. I know he's a different man than the boy he was when we first started dating, yet my mind keeps running around the possibilities of what could happen.

What if we started something again only to fall apart? What if he got jealous again, or I somehow couldn't give it my all?

I don't want to be unfair to him, it's not what he deserves. He deserves the most that a girl can give. My heart begins to thud as I realize that I may not be able to give it to him.

"Hey gorgeous." George whispers from behind me. He smiles when I turn around, placing my knees on the couch. He holds a bouquet of light pink baby's breath flowers and several bigger, brighter pink flowers. "Sorry I'm late, there was just something I had to sort out."

"You're alright, George. These are beautiful, thank you." I tell him, taking the bouquet from him.

I take a deep whiff of the flowers; their scent is intoxicating. I look back to George, who is dressed in tan pants and a purple button down shirt. There's no tie under his collar, but a hint of a gold chain peeks through his neckline.

"You look gorgeous." He tells me, bringing me in for a kiss.

"I'm underdressed." I complain, kissing him on the cheek lightly. I feel stupid in my jeans and cotton long sleeve; surely this was a bigger deal than I thought I would be.

"You're not." He assures me, patting my hair lightly.

If anything important was going to happen tonight, I didn't want to look like this next to him. "Let me put these in my dorm. I'll change and be back in a minute." I beg, and he chuckles.

"I'll set a timer." He jokes, allowing me to run up the stairs to change into something more suitable.

When I enter my room I place the flowers on my desk, quickly turning to my closet. I scan through the items, throwing dresses onto my bed that might work.

I find one that's perfect; a deep green that goes to my knees. It's loose fitting around the hips and has frilly shoulders, but it's tight on my waist. It fits me well, and wasn't too carried away compared to what George is wearing. I change into it quickly, add my shortest pair of heels, and look in the mirror, which makes my heart stop.

Adrian had gifted me this dress. Something feels perverse about wearing a dress my ex boyfriend had bought me to a date with George, but I shrug the idea out of my head. It was a nice dress, and Adrian didn't mean anything now. I apply a bit more makeup, moving as fast as I can and leaving an absolute mess in my room.

Finally, as I'm about to leave, I decide to turn back to my desk. I rip the contents apart, finding the necklace George had gifted me all that time ago.

I clip it on and grab my coat, running down the steps. George waits in the common room, his hands clasped lightly across the front of him.

"Gorgeous. You get better looking everyday." He smiles, walking up to me.

"Oh stop it. I'm ready to go." I tell him as he gently lifts my arm, wrapping it through his.

I rest my hand on his muscular bicep, walking with him quietly. "And so we're off, my beautiful lady." He says at the portrait hole, pushing it open for us both.