Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

6. The Corridor

I wake up a little later today, around eight. As I get ready for the day ahead, I remember that I have to meet with Adrian soon. I decide to put a little more effort into my appearance, adding just a bit more mascara and blush than I usually do. I normally wouldn't care what I looked like, just putting in enough effort to not look dead... but today, I get a lingering feeling in my stomach that tells me I should start to actually try to look nice.

I quickly throw on my robes and go to the common room, where I am greeted by the twins. Normally this would be perfect timing, but now it exasperates me. How am I going to escape quietly now? I walk up to the boys and they greet me warmly. The pit in my stomach grows as I start my first lie.

"Hey boys, I know you don't want to hear this but-" The worry is audible in my voice.

"If it's something girly and gross, go tell Ginny or Katie or someone" Fred says, interrupting me. Perfect.

"Fine. I will. Bye!" I run out of the common room before they can say anything else. Before landing on the third floor, I stop. I take a few deep breaths and compose myself, fixing my hair and straightening my robes. I step into the corridor.

There he is, pacing and muttering something under his breath. I take a step closer.

"Hi, Adrian" I say, shyly. He looks up and smiles.

"Hey Mira. I'm so glad you came." He takes a few steps closer to me, then reaches his hand out to grasp mine. He walks me over to the far end of the corridor without saying a word. I can't help but smile. Suddenly he turns to face me.

"You said you wanted to speak to me?" I ask quietly. We are so close, our bodies almost touching as we face one another. From here I can see a tiny amount of stubble on his defined chin. I look at his face, his high cheekbones and his forest eyes pull me in. Having him this close to me is intoxicating.

"Yes, I do..." He trails off, looking at our intertwined hands. He looks back up to my eyes. The way he's not afraid to look at me, to really look at me, is something that sets him apart from every other boy at Hogwarts. He starts to speak again.

"I'm having a bit of a problem. As you know, I've gone to this school for six years now, as have you. That's where my problem starts. You see, we've both been going to this school for so long, but I have yet to really get a chance to speak with you. You're always surrounded by those damn redheads who don't like me." He winks to try to recover from this nervous rant.

At the mention of the Weasleys, the pit in my stomach grows. I don't know what to say and I break his gaze to look at my shoes. His free hand comes up to my chin, lifting my face slightly to make me look at him again. "I meant what I said. I do want to get to know you better," He whispers, "I've wasted enough time pretending like I don't"

Before I register what he means, his lips are on mine. He gives me a gentle kiss, then pulls back to look at me once more. "Is this alright?" He whispers. Speechless, I nod my head. He brings his face to mine again, having to lean down since he is so much taller than I am.

His lips are more eager now. While he maintains his gentleness, he kisses me hungrily. He turns us both around, placing my back onto the cold stone wall of the corridor. I gasp, breaking our kiss, and he uses this opportunity to place his lips on my neck. He kisses me slowly, driving me crazy.

I place my hands in his hair, giving a small pull, then guide him back to my lips. He's not so gentle now. He's kissing me madly now, his hands roaming my body. Just as he slips his tongue in my mouth, I pull away dizzily.

My cheeks are burning; I know I am beet red. He looks worried, afraid that he had pushed my limits. I take his hand and give it a squeeze, then drop it.

"I think we should get to the Great Hall if we want to have breakfast before class." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I instantly regret my words, but I know my absence at breakfast will only raise questions I don't want to answer.

"Mira, I'm sorry if-" He starts, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"Don't be sorry" I say quickly.

We walk to the Great Hall together. Not touching, but close. Just before we go through the doorway, he looks at me and smiles. "I'll save you a spot in Divination."

He walks into the Hall, directly to the Slytherin table. I walk in a heartbeat after, not looking in his direction and finding my friends at the Gryffindor table. The only seat available is next to George. I take a deep breath and sit, not saying anything to my friends who are all animatedly talking about something I can't catch. It's easy for me to just slip into the group and start eating.

George turns his attention from the conversation and looks at me. I feel so guilty. He smiles, oblivious to what I had just done. He would hate me if he knew. He nudges me with his elbow, asking where I had run off to.

"I just decided to be alone with my thoughts for a bit" I lie.

"Ugh, thoughts. How annoying those are. I'm glad to barely get any of them" He laughs, trying to get me to smile. I reach out for his hand; he takes it and holds it for a second. I give his hand a light squeeze.

I know what I'm doing is wrong. I know George must feel something more than platonic towards me, if both Lee and Fred have mentioned it to me. I know that my feelings for George must be the same as his feelings for me. I look into his beautiful, soft eyes.

He has always been so kind to me. When Fred would take a prank on me too far, George would always stick up for me. He would comfort me. Here is George, the boy I've known for so long. The boy who holds my hand just because I ask him to, without asking any questions.

I know I cannot have him. I know that if we were to start pursuing something more than friendship and break up, our group would never be the same. But will it be the same as before when we now both so painfully want to be together? My thoughts catch up to me. I don't even know if he feels the same way I do; I'm assuming too much.

Still holding my hand, George leans in and whispers, "You are 100% sitting next to me in Divination today, the git I sat next to yesterday smelled like cheese". I laugh, but as I look up I see Adrian scowling, staring at my hand interlocked with George's.