Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

119. Reflection

"Alright, dear. You're all fixed up! If you ask me, we ought to ban all of those wretched brooms. Almost everyday there's a kid in here who fell off during some round of quidditch." Madam Pomfrey says, tsking as she puts my chart on her desk.

"Then however would I get to see you miss?" I ask, smiling at her.

"Off you go, Mister Pucey. To your dormitory, no need to go back to class." She smiles back. "And no more unofficial practices!"

I walk out of the infirmary quickly, limping a bit. I had already spent a few hours in the wretched place, lying to that kind woman, I don't think my sanity would survive a minute longer.

I know now that Mira had told the red headed twins about what I had done to her. I already knew she had told Julia; she hadn't spoken a word to me in a week.

I don't see why Mira was still so upset. I mean, I understand the fact that I gave her love potion was discouraging. I felt it myself when Victoria did it to me, but that was completely different.

Victoria did that for personal gain; she didn't care about me at all. She just wanted to move up, which is probably why she ended up with with Marcus Flint. Merlin, was his money really worth shagging him?

I did it out of... love, I suppose. For the chance at it. It was only a drop; Marcus had done much worse with the stuff. He did it for sex, for fun. He would use girls for the night and then act like he never knew them. Half of the girls never spoke about it, Marcus would never get in trouble for it even if they did.

I shouldn't have done it; it makes me like him. Still, one drop to get her attention was different than a cupful to get her in my bed.

I can't even be upset at her, though. I'm confused, only a bit, as to why she was able to end things with me so quickly. It was like she was convinced her feelings were fake, although they weren't. I know her feelings were real; I just couldn't show her that it was the truth. Even so, I can't be mad at her, I never could.

I miss her, if I'm honest. I had avoided Divination, really class in general, for a while so as to not see her.

She was so beautiful, seeing her only made things worse for me. Seeing her smile with her friends or scrunch her face when she was writing notes, it was too much. It broke my heart a little bit more each time I thought of her.

I guess it hits me only now how stupid I was. I had the kindest girl, someone who was so strong and so passionate, and I had lost her. I'm glad I was honest about my actions; I just wish she was able to see past what I had done.

I shudder, thinking of my stupidity. I walk down towards the dungeons; my leg still feels stiff, that Weasley bloke really did get the best of me.

I wasn't expecting it. I thought Mira just hadn't told them what had happened; neither of the twins or her other silly little friend came to speak to me. That was until a few hours ago, when Fred had met me in the hall. I know it was Fred, he was a bit wider and a lot less intelligent than George was.

He had found me after Divination; the prat had even yelled for me. "Hey, wait up Pucey." He had said.

I immediately got a horrid feeling about it, but I had stopped to speak with him anyway. Why not try to be civil? Mira was always begging us to be friends, if I ever wanted her back I should at least try to respect that.

"Hello, Weasley. Is there something you need?" I asked him.

He nodded, a light smile playing on his lips. It felt creepy, like he was planning something only he knew.

"I need to teach you a lesson, twat. Mira was the wrong girl to mess with. I won't jump you, I'm not unfair. We can have a real fight today, before lunch. If you don't show up to the greenhouses then, I'll have to start being unfair, alright?" He turned and started to walk away before I could say anything.

His stupid twin got out of class just then, eyeballing me with hatred and disgust evident in his gaze. His face was one of confusion, and he turned to his brother to ask him what we had talked about.

I saw Fred shake his head, not telling him anything. So he wanted to keep it a secret? I suppose it was for Mira. She most likely begged the boys to not come after me just like she always did; she never wanted to see anyone get hurt.

Maybe I deserve to get hurt. I felt this emotion often. I had broken her heart, my intentions aside. I deserved to hurt like I hurt her. Fighting Weasley would be a good release, at the least. I could get my anger out, try to move past things.

Although I can keep trying, I know Mira will never take me back. She had made that clear enough when she got the box from me. I remember now, I had that bruise on my face. I had picked another fight with Marcus the day before.

I was upset he brought up the potion to Mira in the first place. Because of him, I had to tell her. He was a prick in general, but that was my last straw.

A couple days later he came to me, saying he felt bad. "I just want it to be like old days." He had said. Terrence convinced me it would be alright, and I had caved. We weren't the best of friends, I don't think that was possible after what had happened.

I reach the door to the common room, and enter it quietly. All of my bruises are gone, all the blood had been washed away by the nurse. Yet, all eyes of the common room were on me.

I figure they had heard of what happened. How bloody embarrassing. I wonder if Mira had heard already, although she hadn't been in class this morning- I think she had skipped for the day.

I had reached the greenhouses calmly, ready to fight the stupid bloke. There wasn't a crowd- it was quite literally the two of us.

I had landed a few good punches on his side, but he had gotten the best of me. He was angry; it radiated off of every swing of his fist. I had fallen to the ground, twisting my leg. Fred had jumped on me, making it even worse.

"Don't ever speak to her again, got it? I was holding back now, next time I won't be so kind." Fred told me.

My next action was a mistake, but I had made it all the same. "This whole protective thing has gone a bit far, hasn't it? Seems like you might be in love with her too, Weasley. Have you told your little brother?" I called out as I moved to stand.

He turned, punching me in the face once more. "She's like my blood, you fucking idiot." He spit.

Yeah, I was an idiot. That I could admit.

I reach the door to my room, and throw the door open. To my surprise, Marcus sits at Terrence's desk; Terrence is sat on his bed.

Marcus quickly starts to put the things on the desk away, but stops when I speak. "What are you two doing?" I ask.

Terrence looks at me sheepishly. "Nothing." He whispers.

"Obviously not." I walk up to the desk, finding Marcus trying to hide a pile of unicorn dust.

Marcus stutters. "Sorry mate, I know you're not- I shouldn't have brought it in here-"

"Put it away, Marcus." Terrence chides.

"No, it's alright. Cut me up a line, yeah?" I ask him.

Marcus' hands shake. "Are you sure mate?" He asks, his hands hovering over the powder.

"Yeah, what's stopping me?" I chuckle.

Terrence and Marcus look at each other, unsure of what to do. I cross my arms across my chest, waiting for someone to say something. Terrence clears his throat, moving to stand.

"This arrived for you mate, while you were in the... while you were gone." He whispers, too afraid to speak up.

I look at the envelope he hands me, reading the sender information. It's a letter from my father. Perfect.