Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

118. Rewards

My hands shake. "You what?" I ask, my voice quaking faster than my hands.

"Wasn't a big deal. He came into Divination for the first time in forever. Asked Angelina where you were, I told him to bugger off. Asked her as if I wasn't there, the idiot. I told him that if your beautiful name ever came out of his pig mouth again, he'd be sorry. Didn't fight him though. Wanted to. He walked out of Divination just like he came in." He murmurs, his candor raising goosebumps on my skin.

Adrian was asking for me? What could he possibly want to say to me, especially after our horrendous final conversation? More importantly, George hadn't hit him. He respected what I wanted; he actually went through with it. I drop the food in my hand leaning into him, hugging him tightly.

"That was it?" I ask, my heart pounding.

"Yeah, wasn't a big deal. I know how to control myself, babe." He says, taking a bite of a chocolate frog. "Yuck, still disgusting." He whispers under his breath.

I don't know why, but the entire situation makes me love him even more. I look at him; our faces are only inches apart. He smiles at me lightly, his happiness radiating from him.

I roughly bring my mouth to his, kissing him deeply. I grab the front of his robes and pull him closer to me; his hands begin to lightly rub my thighs.

I pull away slowly, looking at him in the eyes. "I love you, George." I whisper. His cheeks are pink and his hair is ruffled, and he smiles widely now, from ear to ear. He looks like a madman.

"I love you, buttercup." He tells me, kissing me quickly on the lips once more. "Let's go on a walk later. I want to talk to you about something."

"Why don't we talk about it now?" I ask, placing my head in the crook where his shoulder becomes his neck.

He sighs. "It's a bit... sensitive." He says.

Anxiety begins to creep into me. "Well now you've got to tell me. Don't make me wait." I complain. I turn my head a bit so my breath hits the skin of his neck.

He sighs once more, hugging me tightly. "It's about something I said. A very long time ago, but it weighs on my mind still." He says, squeezing me to him.

"Whatever it is, I don't remember it. So I can't hold it against you." I chuckle, pulling away. My expression is lighthearted; his is not. His eyes are full of worry. This was obviously something that was serious to him, so I try to match his tone. "What was it?" I ask, my voice hardly audible.

"When... when we slept together for the last time, before we broke up, I had said some words to you. I realize now why they hurt you so bad. I just didn't realize it in the moment. You know me, denser than... I don't know. I'm just dense sometimes." He tells me.

The memories fly back to me. Right before we broke up, we had slept together. He had called me a slut, among other things. I had cried then, told him to stop.

I thought he would think that I had just overreacted, or thought it was just me being dramatic. But there was real reason, which I hadn't told him.

I take a deep breath. "Everyone at school was calling me a whore. A slut. You were one of the few people who hadn't- I guess it just felt like a betrayal. I know it's not what you meant, but it just felt that way." I say. My eyes water, and I look away from him. "I just wasn't expecting it from you... I was just being dramatic. I'm sorry."

I blink quickly, trying to dry my eyes. Was I being over dramatic? He strokes my hair softly; his touch is temperate. "You don't have to be sorry. I know. I know that now. I won't say it ever again. Don't know why I said it in the first place." He whispers.

I shake my head, pulling out of his lap. I sit beside him, leaning on his shoulder. "You can, if you'd like. I think I'm over it." I tell him. "If that's what you like, I can try it."

He chuckles lightly. "Interesting. I'll be sure to remember that." He pauses, standing up and stretching his arms. "For next time, of course."

"I could give you a sneak peek now, if you'd like." I tell him, reaching my hand up to his hip. I move my hand slowly, towards the opening of his robe.

He sucks in a shocked breath, his hand going to my hair. "You said-"

"I said I didn't want to have sex right now. This isn't sex, is it?" I ask, looking up at him.

He shakes his head ever so slightly, moving to unbutton his robes. They fall to the floor, and I move to unbuckle his pants. He leans back, only for a moment, and grabs his wand; he locks the door quickly.

He groans as I slide his pants to the floor, beginning to palm him. "Well then go on, slut. Show me what your pretty little mouth can do." He whispers.

His words fill me with lust; a warm fire stokes in the pit of my stomach. His hand pulls my hair out of my face, resting right above my ear. I nod and take his boxers off, watching as he grows hard.

"I'm a slut, huh? Do you need to punish me later, then?" I say, looking down to not laugh. These words feel ridiculous coming out of my mouth.

He yanks my hair, roughly, so that I have to look at him. "Depends on if you're a good girl or a bad one." He whispers.

His gaze is intense, boring holes into me. Butterflies fill my stomach. I grab his length, pumping him slowly. I hear his breath grow shallow.

I lick from the base of his length to his tip; his hips buckle inwards. His grip on my hair tightens when I place his tip in my mouth. He pushes my head closer to him, shoving himself into my mouth.

I gag lightly, but don't pull away. I begin to bob my head, sucking lightly. He groans loudly, moving with me.

"Aren't you such a good little whore? Godric, you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock." He tells me, his voice low.

Tears begin to run down my face. I move my head faster, focusing on his tip. He grunts a bit, shoving my head back lower. I bring a hand up to pump him, the part that doesn't fit in my mouth.

"Finish me off, slut." He tells me.

I go even faster, shoving him to the back of my throat. I gag, and hear that George grunts in response. He finishes in my mouth, groaning loudly. He pulls out a moment later, moving his hand from the side of my head to my chin.

"Good girl." He says, looking into my eyes.

"I'm glad I'm one of the good ones." I joke, cracking a wide smile.

He chuckles quietly, pulling me to stand roughly. He kisses me passionately, entering my mouth with his tongue. He pulls away only a moment later, smiling down at me.

"You are. And you're mine." He says. He kisses me on the forehead. "All mine."

I nod. "All yours." I whisper back.

He caresses my hair lightly, his expression gentle. "Did you... hate that? I don't have to say those things again." He asks, his voice gravelly.

I shake my head. He zips his pants back up before bringing me back to his bed. We lay together; he rubs my back as I tuck my face into his chest.

I sigh. "I just want to make you happy, alright? I didn't mind it, but I didn't love it either." He chuckles. "Maybe I'll learn to like it though." I whisper.

He kisses my forehead. "What did I do to deserve you?" He whispers against my skin.

I take a deep breath. "Perhaps we should practice some self control? Your birthday's just a week away. Why don't we wait until then to... do anything?" I ask him.

He nods, kissing my cheek. "Anything you want, love." He whispers, leaving goosebumps on my skin.