Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

2. The Fall

As I whizz past Ginny, I remember how great it feels to be on the pitch. The wind through my hair, the exhilaration of flying so high up; nothing can beat it. I fly next to Fred and give him a little push to knock his balance off. The four of us are only warming up, passing around a quaffle and messing around. I giggle, turning around and setting my eyes on George.

Only this summer have I noticed how pretty he is. When I lock eyes with him, it feels as if the wind is knocked out of me. For a second I revel in the way he makes me breathless... until I notice I actually can't breathe. A sharp pain erupts on my back, making me lose my grip on my broom and I slide off. It feels as if in slow motion I am falling, until I finally land right in the middle of Mrs. Weasley's rose bushes.

"Oh, Merlin! Mira!" I hear as I try to catch my breath. Ron, who has been lucky enough to skip these unofficial quidditch practices, enters my field of view. "Mira, I'm so sorry! I tripped over the box that was holding the bludger and it escaped! Merlin, you don't look so good" He sputters, rushing over his words. I can barely hear him through the pain that explodes through my right arm and torso.

"Out of the way, you dolt! Fred, help me get her inside."

I am lifted from the thorns and can feel myself being carried through the large yard and into the Burrow. I'm gently placed down onto the couch and immediately hear the booming voice of Mrs. Weasley yell "What on earth have you done? You've nearly killed her!" I can barely open my eyes, yet I can clearly see Mrs. Weasley, beet red and shaking. "Mira, dear, don't you fret! I'll have you better in no time. Ginny, go fix her bed. She'll need to rest."

Mrs. Weasley turns her attention to me, casting spells hurriedly. It takes seconds for the pain to subside and I can finally breathe without it hurting. Ron, Fred, and George are towering over me, worried expressions casting lines all over their faces.

"Ron, you're an idiot" I whisper. The twins let out a soft laugh while Ron blushes a deep scarlet. I begin to sit up and Mrs. Weasley quickly pushes my shoulder down.

"None of that! Boys, taker her upstairs. Be gentle! Not you Ron!"

"It's alright, I can do it by myself. Now that she's not so.. broken" I hear. I don't have time to register who said it before I feel a pair of soft, cautious hands underneath me. I look up at who has me in their arms and am shocked to see George's face inches from mine. He doesn't look at me, focusing on the steps in front of him. In a moment of boldness, I reach my hand up to his chin and make him look at me. I whisper a small thank you. He trips on the next step, but before we go flying into the air he catches himself and clears his throat. I hear giggles behind us.

"Don't." I hear George whisper back, making me instantly regret my actions. He looks forwards again and takes me to Ginny's room without another word.

His rejection cut me deep, hurting more than the bloody fall I took outside.

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A week has passed since the incident. I can't even look at George without my entire face turning a light pink. Ron walks into Ginny's room, loudly chewing on his breakfast.

"Are you sure you don't want to come into Diagon Alley with us?" he almost yells. All of the Weasleys were going back to school shopping today, as we were meant to board the train back to Hogwarts the day after tomorrow.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm still not feeling that great" I mutter.

"Sorry about that," He frowns for a moment before asking, "This isn't because of my idiot brother, right?"

My mouth automatically opens in shock. "W-What are you on about?" I stutter, anxiety filling my chest. Ron takes a step closer to the desk where I'm sitting, leaning down and supporting himself with one arm.

"You can't be serious!" He exclaims, eyes wide as saucers, "You two have been acting strange all summer and now you've barely spoken. Either of you- to anyone! Have you broken up or something?"

"They would have had to have dated in order for them to break up, you git. Mum's asking for you. We're leaving." Fred's tall frame stands at the doorway. He smiles while Ron looks at me worriedly.

"Here, take this," I hand him a small bag full of coins. "This should cover my stuff for next year and whatever's left over you can have."

Ron smiles and takes the bag, then turns to leave with Fred, who lingers at the door. Fred looks at me and quietly says, "Y'know Ron just likes to talk out of his arse. We'll be back soon." And then he is gone.

My mind is racing. Everyone else had noticed it too. But noticed what? George obviously didn't like me, or else he wouldn't have pushed me away like he did. I don't know why I'm even thinking of this- George is my friend. We've been friends for years; nothing could happen between us anyways. It would put those years of friendship at risk, and I can't lose the Weasleys. Right then, I vow to ignore any way I feel about George, however confusing it may be.