Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

122. Revenge

I've been sitting at my desk for a while now. It's late; I can hear Terrence snoring behind me. I just can't sleep, I don't know why I can't stop thinking. It's like I can never catch a break.

All day today, people were talking about one thing, and I couldn't escape that either. Everyone was talking about the party tomorrow; the party no one in my house could even go to. Stupid prats, as if the Weasley's could throw a party better than one of ours anyways.

I hate thinking of them, of the Weasley's; it reminds me of Mira. It makes me think of how much I hate George. He gets to kiss her, he gets to make her smile, he gets to hold her hand.

There's a knock at my door. Not a knock, more of a pounding. I rush over to the door, surprised to find Marcus standing in front of me. It was late, what did he need now?

He smiles mischievously, walking into my room uninvited. "Mate. You will never believe who I just ran into." He says, shaking his head. He carries a plastic bag, moving it loudly as he moves to sit on my bed.

"Who?" I ask, already annoyed. Sure, we were being friendly again. That didn't mean he could come to my room in the middle of the night to gossip, did it?

"That little slag you used to call your girlfriend!" He chuckles. My heart skips a beat at the mention of her.

I don't like the way he talked about her. I know I wasn't dating her, I didn't have reason to care. But part of me still yearns for her. I can't just let Marcus talk about her that way. "Don't call her that, alright? But... where did you see her?" I ask, looking to Terrence; I hope I don't wake him up with this ridiculous drama.

"The seventeen plus shop. She was buying something naughty, but I didn't get to see what it was." He smirks. "Merlin, what I'd do to see her dressed in something from that shop."

"What's wrong with you, Marcus?" I ask, my blood beginning to boil.

His smirk somehow grows even more smug. "Come on, she is pretty fit. You were so lucky, boffing her all the time. You know half the guys on the team wanted- well, want- to shag her, right?"

My hands begin to shake. Marcus is such a swine. "Drop it." I say, turning back to my desk. "Was that all you needed to tell me?" I say, the annoyance clear in my voice.

I can't look at him, I'll hit him. With the anger in my veins, I might kill him. How dare he disrespect her like that? I don't care if she and I are... separated. She's still so lovely, she doesn't deserve to be talked about that way.

He chuckles, shrugging. "I got something at the shop, duh. Unicorn dust, except this lot is supposed to be stronger, I guess. The guy at the shop convinced me to try this one instead of my usual."

"No, it's fine. I don't want to fall back into the habit." I say.

"Come on, you wanted to do it the other day." He groans. "This is the good stuff."

I shake my head. "I was about to go to bed, Marcus. Thanks for coming to tell me the whereabouts of my ex-girlfriend." I tell him. "You can go now."

He scoffs and shuffles out of my room, leaving me in the room alone. Well, Terrence's light snores remind me I'm not completely alone.

I climb into my bed, my heartbeat heavy in my chest. Mira and George must be shagging already, for her to go in that shop. There couldn't be another reason; she was smart enough to not get involved with drugs. The thought of them together makes me sick.

He gets to see the curve of her waist and feel the soft skin of her hip, and I don't. He gets to hear her soft panting and be the reason she's even doing it in the first place. I made her feel good, I know I did. What did he do to deserve her?