Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

7. Just You

I quickly let go of George's hand. I get up from the table and walk out of the Great Hall vaguely mentioning getting to class on time. There's still twenty minutes before I need to be in class, but I don't know where else to tell them I had to go. I walk up to the Astronomy tower by myself and sit outside of the locked door as I wait for Professor Trelawney.

"Mira?" George asks. He followed me from the Great Hall, scared of my sudden escape.

"George, I-" I start to turn away but before I get the chance, he sits next to me and puts his arm around me. His strong arm won't allow me to escape. My breath catches at this sudden touch.

"Was it something I said?" He asks. Poor George, always thinking he was in the wrong.

"No, Georgie of course not. I just... I just don't know what you want me to say to you. I don't know what you want to say to me. I don't know what I want, and I don't know what you want... and it's killing me."

He looks at me intently, his arm still around me. He doesn't say anything. I shrug his arm off of me and stand up. I can't look at him, I'm so embarrassed. Why would I say any of what I just said? He suddenly gets up and walks away without a word to me.

George doesn't come back to Divination today. I sit with Pucey, who makes lighthearted jokes and carries our conversation easily. I try to reply as best as I can, but my mind is elsewhere. I do notice that he doesn't mention what he saw in the Great Hall, so I am spared at least one uncomfortable conversation today.

Had it really only been two days ago that he caught me from falling on the train? It feels like ages ago. My mind wanders to that day on the train. George had tucked his robe around me. George had stuck up for me when he thought I was being bothered. Why can't I stop thinking of George? Adrian is right here in front of me.

Adrian and his beautiful face. I can see why the girls of our year fawn over him. He is truly so handsome. And he was talking to me, pursuing me, while he had a pick of almost any girl he wanted. Part of me remains doubtful, wondering if he truly meant what he said or if I was just another notch in his belt.

Class is over, and Adrian boldly brings my hand to his lips before he heads off in the opposite direction as me, heading to his next class.

I walk to History of Magic by myself, uninterrupted. I breathe a sigh of relief to see George is sitting in his usual place with Fred, both chatting away in whispers. He doesn't look up at me and I do not push to speak to him. I don't know why he left me sitting outside of Divination the way he did, but I don't want to push him.

I sit next to Lee and we strike up our usual banter, making fun of our classmates and definitely not paying attention to Professor Binns. It feels like only a few moments pass, and then we're shuffling to our next class. On our way to Potions, my friends and I pass a group of sneering Slytherins.

"Godric, why do they all have to be so vile?" Fred asks Lee.

"Mate, it's like... they're bred to be evil, isn't it?" Lee laughs.

I pluck up the courage to fight back. "Not all of them are horrid," I argue.

"Oh, I'm assuming you're sticking up for Marcus Flint, are you?" Lee questions me. The whole group laughs, thinking of the Slytherin captain with the intelligence of a toothpick.

I don't say another word. I know I'm pushing the invisible boundary here, and I don't want anyone to get upset. We finally make it to class and take our usual seats. Halfway through class, I feel a tap on my shoulder.

George whispers across the aisle, "Astronomy tower. Tonight. Eleven. Just you. Okay?" I giggle at his exaggerated facial expressions that change with each word he whispers. I nod, and anxiety blooms in my chest. Why is he asking to meet with him later? Why won't Fred and Lee be coming?

The day passes by quicker than ever, never giving me the chance to ask Fred or Lee if they knew about what's to come later tonight.

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It's about 10:30pm, so I make my way from my dorm into the common room. There are still a few students hanging around a game of wizard's chess, but no one pays any attention to me as I exit the Gryffindor dormitory.

I make my way down the dark halls, taking my time and going deep into my thoughts. It seems as if when I'm with Adrian, all I can think about is George. But when I'm with George, the thought of Adrian lingers in the back of my mind.

What's wrong with me?

I finally reach the tower. I had no idea what to expect on the other side of the heavy wooden door. George has been so hot and cold towards me recently; it could easily just be a horrendous prank waiting for me up there. I open the door quickly, before I can change my mind.

The door creaks open loudly, and there is no one to be seen.