Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

123. Fool's Day

My eyes open, but my mind is still half asleep. I had gone to my own bed last night, even after George had begged me to stay. I knew that I'd end up in his bed tonight, I didn't want to make a habit of falling asleep together all the time. Some separation was needed, I think. It kept both of us interested in seeing each other more often, I suppose.

I hastily pull the curtain away from my bed, standing to stretch. One thought floods my mind: today is the twin's birthday. My present to George sits wrapped neatly in his room; I had told him to was too heavy for me to carry back to my own dorm as my excuse to leave it there for the night. He was so oblivious sometimes.

Fred's present was tucked in my desk; it was three of the smoking devices the Hufflepuffs sell and a shiny set of cuff links, something to wear when the twins become big prank shop owners.

I know it's only a dream now, but I know the twins- they'll be able to do it. I take the cuff links out and look at them; they're tiny little brooms made of white gold. I wave my wand and the set of gifts wrap themselves in brown paper.

I place them on my bed and turn to my closet, looking for something to wear. I decide on a sweater with buttons down the front; it's a powdery blue and lightweight. I grab a pair of jeans and the lingerie I bought last night to move to the bathroom.

I shut the door and lock it behind me as I begin to change quietly, looking in the mirror. I pull the lingerie on, laughing lightly at myself. I had to wear this all day for George, only because I said I would last night.

The black lace slides on easily. I stare at myself in the mirror. The lace covers me perfectly; the curve of my breast is just slightly enhanced. I turn to look at the back and see it makes my waist appear a little smaller and my bum a little bigger.

I don't know. I look back to the mirror, facing forward. The lace covers my stomach, but something about it doesn't seem right. My belly looks weird, my thighs do too. Now that I'm looking at it, even my arms don't look right either.

I guess a year off of quidditch was catching up to me. Tears well up in my eyes. Forget the wretched lingerie, I don't want George to see me like this. I don't want him to see what I look like at all without my clothes.

I tear the lingerie off, wrapping a towel around myself to grab normal underwear from my room. As soon as I open the door, I find Katie standing at the edge of her bed.

"Hi Mira." She says.

I'm a bit shocked, if I'm honest. Katie hasn't spoken to me in weeks. "Hi Katie." I whisper, bending down to rummage through my drawer.

"Is it true you're dating George Weasley?" She asks me. I pause, keeping my back to her. Of course. There wouldn't be another reason for her to talk to me, would there? Katie lived for the drama. "Like is it official?"

"Why do you care so much Katie? We haven't spoken in ages." I spit, slamming my drawer closed.

I turn to face her, finding her cheeks are a bright pink. "You're not the only one allowed to fancy him, you know! There's other girls who thought he was cute and sweet and kind too! But you ruined everything for them." She shouts, her voice squeaking.

"Why don't you go and find Cormac?" I offer, turning to face her. She almost shakes with rage.

"Adrian spent five hours in the infirmary, did you know that? Fred beat him up; it was real bad according to Madam Pomfrey." She says quickly, crossing her arms. She looks almost smug as she tells me this.

I try not to react. I take my undergarments and walk to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Katie was just trying to get under my skin. I shudder. She was a vile bitch, but she was hardly a liar. She always said what she believed to be the honest truth, and she had many sources to pull from.