Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

116. Morning After

I wake up in George's bed, to the sound of pounding on the door. "Open up, George! I've got to get my robes, we have class soon." I hear through the door.

I look to George, who sleeps soundly next to me. I look down to my body, finding I'm completely naked. Oh Godric, I remember it now. I had slept with George, so very prematurely. He had only asked me to be his girlfriend last night- the alcohol just had got the better of us.

He had asked me to be his girlfriend last night. I know I said yes, that's obviously why I'm here. The thought of the fireworks and picnic on the pitch flood back into my head, and I smile widely.

The pounding on the door starts again. "Open the bloody door, George." Lee's voice calls out.

I jump out of bed and throw George's sweater on, finding a pair of his shorts and pulling them on quickly before I run to the door. I unlock it from the inside, and Lee bursts through the door.

He looks at me and chuckles, walking past me to his bed. "You look horrible." He laughs, changing out of his robes.

I rush to the bathroom, looking in their dirty mirror. Godric, he was right. My eye makeup has somehow landed all over my face; my hair is a knotted nest. A series of small bruises- one, two, three, four, five- are a deep purple against my neck.

I close the door behind me, hearing Lee still laughs out loud over my appearance. Merlin, this was so embarrassing. He better not tell Fred, I'll kill him. I transfigure a random comb in the bathroom into a hairbrush, trying to get the knots out of my hair.

After a few minutes of brushing, a light knock taps against the door. I turn, throwing the door open with a defeated expression on my face.

"Wow, erm. Good morning, dear. Lee's just woken me up, said you needed... help." George says, trying to not laugh. I notice he wears a pair of plaid boxers but no shirt; his solid abdomen makes my breath go shallow.

"Yeah, funny! You're the one who left me like this." I remind him, turning back to the mirror and roughly dragging the brush against my hair. It seems like it does nothing, and I slam the brush against the counter with frustration. "I can't go to class like this!"

"Then don't. Let's skip, we don't have to go." George says casually, straightening his briefs on his hips. I can't look at his body right now; I can't get distracted.

"After what Trelawney pulled last class? No way!" I say, my shoulders dropping.

George takes a step closer to me, gingerly raising his hand and touching my neck. "Sorry about that." He murmurs, dropping his hand to grab mine. "Go ahead and grab the brush, I'll help you." He says, starting to pull me back into his room.

I find Lee is gone, so we sit on George's bed; I sit with my legs crossed in front of him. He sits behind me, gently pulling pieces of hair to brush it out for me.

His brushing makes me drowsy, and I find myself snapping myself back awake a couple times. After a few minutes, he hands the brush back to me. It's mostly untangled, but has grown three times in volume because of the brush.

George turns me to face him, casting accio to summon a small washcloth from his bathroom. "Don't worry, it's clean. Only used it to wash my arse once." He jokes.

He casts aguamenti, wetting the small towel with warm water before he brings it to my face. He wipes all of the makeup off, staring at me with an intense focus on his eyes. His touch is gentle; he leans in to kiss my lips once before he continues to clean me up.

"Thanks babe." I whisper, looking up to make eye contact.

"Of course, my love." He whispers back, dropping the cloth on his bedside table. He smiles at me and caresses the hair near my ear. He stands and turns to his closet to get his robes, but freezes when I gasp. "What's wrong?" He turns quickly, concern in his eyes.

"Your back!" I say, standing to lightly touch his skin. Multiple long red lines line his shoulders, dotted with small scabs. "I think I did that to you." I whisper.

"Did what?" He asks, trying to look at the skin of his own back.

"I just scratched you a bit." I say, my cheeks a burning pink. "You're fine." I say quickly, wrapping my arms around his waist.

He hugs me tightly, kissing my frizzy hair. "Look what I've learned." He tells me, pulling away and throwing a robe onto his bed. He points his wand to it, and it shrinks.

I grab it and hold it against my body; it's just my size. "That's wicked!" I say, taking his clothes off and throwing the robe on. "Alright, let's go. We're already going to be late." I tell him as I pull on his neck to kiss his cheek. I turn and move to the door, but he grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop. 

"Baby, your neck." He says, trying to not smile. "I'd love for you to go out like that, but someone might think these came from anger instead of love."

"Heal them for me, I don't know how." I say, glancing at the clock. We have only five minutes until class starts, even running straight to the tower would leave us a few minutes late.

He shakes his head, pressing his lips together tightly to not laugh. "I don't know the spell. Hermione does, do you want to find her? She might already be in class." He says.

"Godric, I can't. Let's skip class." I say, exasperated.

"No, no. You said we had to go to class." He presses, his smile growing.

"George, no. I haven't even got my makeup and just look at the state of my hair, I can't. Let's just stay in, can we? Please?" I ask, placing a hand on his chest.

He chuckles and pushes me to his bed, laying with me and gently pulling my robe off. I bring the blanket over myself quickly, covering my barely clothed body.

"Yesterday was beautiful, dear." I whisper to him. "I think I remember most of it now."

He smiles, wrapping his arms tightly around me. "I'm glad you liked it, love. I was sweating like a fat kid in Honeydukes; I was so nervous."

I giggle but hit his shoulder. "You can't say that! You're so mean."

I turn away from him and he throws an arm over my chest, pulling me closer to him. We lay together for a while; George's hand cups my breast as his breath slows.

He starts to snore lightly and I decide to follow suit, closing my eyes and slowing my breath.

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I wake up slowly; a bright ray of warm sunlight hits me directly in the face. I wipe at my eyes to rub the sleep out of them, and then I realize that there is no arm wrapped around me. There is no slow breath in my ear, no warm body pressed against my back.

I turn and find the bed is empty; George is nowhere to be found. I get out of his bed slowly, grabbing the shirt I had worn earlier in the morning and throwing it on. I slide his shorts on- they go past my knee and I have to roll them up a few times.

I look to George's desk and find my wand sits on top of a half of sheet of parchment. I grab the paper and begin to read.

My beautiful Mira, I couldn't stay asleep and decided to go to class. I'll take notes for the both of us, and bring you lunch. Stay in bed, watch the screen if you'd like. By the way, you look amazing in my bed. It's a sight I've missed.

I smile at the paper, folding it before I put it in the pocket of my shorts.

Glancing at the clock, I notice it's only fifteen minutes before lunch was meant to start; George should be here at any moment.

I sit in his desk chair, playing with the small baubles that he has out. A snapping dragon made of paper, a small spinning top made of an orange metal, and many other little things.

The door suddenly bursts open, and I turn around quickly with a smile on my face. I expect to find George, but I instead find Fred standing in the middle of the doorway.

His hands are bloodied and his face grows pale when he sees me. His mouth flops open, but he doesn't utter a word.

"What the bloody hell have you done?" I ask, dreading the worst.