Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

121. Night Out

"Don't be scared, babe. Go on." George tells me, holding the small door open behind the statue of the one-eyed witch.

It is a small crawl space, for about a meter and a half. After that it opens up; it's tall enough for me to stand completely, but not George. The beginning made me feel claustrophobic, to say the least.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to." George says, rubbing my back lightly. "We can take the long way, I don't mind."

"No, it's fine. I just... I'll go." I stammer. I get on my hands and knees, crawling through the small door. My heart pounds in my ears, and my body is consumed with coldness. I crawl forward with my eyes closed, and finally I am able to breathe again. "Alright, I'm going in!" George shouts.

It takes him only a moment, and he stands up as soon as his hips pass the small entryway. While I actually had loads of room to crawl, he was shoulder to shoulder in the tiny space.

He pats the dust off of his pants, turning to face me. He pulls me in for a hug, holding the back of my neck. Once my heart stops racing, I pull away without a word. We walk together in the cold passageway; George's back is curved since he's too tall to stand straight.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, love. Everyone's got to be scared of something, it's alright." He tells me, his deep voice echoing off of the stone walls.

"I wasn't scared." I answer.

"No, of course not. I was just saying in general." He says, falling silent afterwards. I can tell he doesn't quite believe me, which makes me feel bad. I don't want him to think I'm just a rotten liar.

"Okay fine, I was a little scared. But not really scared, just... claustrophobic. Which I realize now, means scared." I say, looking to my feet. My cheeks burn pink; I can't look at him.

"You were thinking of Father Christmas right now?" He asks, laughing loudly.

I roll my eyes and don't answer. We walk together quite loudly to Hogsmeade, joking and laughing with each other. How could one boy make me so happy?

At last, we reach the Three Broomsticks. I sit with George at a booth near the back of the restaurant, choosing to not order any alcohol. George gets a butterbeer, holding my hand as he orders.

"Thanks for this, babe. It's nice to get out of the castle. I feel like it drowns me." He tells me.

I nod, squeezing his hand a bit. Our drinks arrive moments later. I sip on my non-alcoholic root beer and listen to him ramble about his plans for a joke shop. He tells me not to tell anyone and I giggle, who did I have to tell?

Only about halfway through our meal, an idea pops into my head. "Can you excuse me for a second? I'll be right back." I say, giving his hand a squeeze.

"I can walk you wherever-"

"No, that's alright. I'll only be a few minutes. Bathroom. Why don't you order some cake?" I mumble, standing from the table and turning away before he can say anything else.

I walk calmly for about a minute, until I'm certain I'm out of his line of sight. I walk a bit faster towards the entrance, and once I walk through the door I break out into a sprint. I run down the road and into Dervish and Banges, not stopping until I reach the counter.

"How can I help you, miss?" The attendant asks, smiling at me.

I pant a bit from the running, but muster up enough breath to answer. "Do you have anything like an automatic quill? Or something similar to a muggle typer?" I ask.

The attendant nods. "Yes miss, just got a shipment in last week. I'll walk you to them." He says, moving from his post slowly.

We begin to walk- if you could even call this walking. He was no spring chicken, but not old enough to hobble like this. We shuffle forward slowly; Godric, George is going to start to get suspicious soon.