Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

8. Eleven O'Clock

"George?" I call out, into the darkness. No response. "Georgie? Are you here?" Silence.

I wear a pair of sweatpants and a light sweater, yet a deep chill still falls on me. Fear starts to bloom in my chest. I take another step forward.

Suddenly there is a loud bang and a flash of light. I walk up to the edge of the tower; leaning on the railing to see the clear night sky. Another flash of light, and a loud bang. But it's not a flash of light. It's an explosion.

A beautiful explosion. Fireworks. The night sky is lit up with beautiful shades of orange and pink, my favorite colors down to each shade. I am mesmerized by the beautiful display.

A gentle hand finds its way across my shoulders. Whoever is standing behind me rests a large arm around me, holding me tightly. I glance up and see George, lit up only by the work of art he'd created in the sky. I quickly avert my gaze from him, looking back at the mesmerizingly painted sky.

We stand like this for a while, watching the fireworks go off. I barely notice the loud sounds each firework sets off. My heartbeat is louder than each one, pounding in my ears. There is a grand finale, so beautiful I get the chills, and then the sky goes dark. George's chin finds its way to rest on the top of my head.

"George?"

"Yes, Mason?" He whispers. His breath is hot in the cool air of the astronomy tower.

"That was really beautiful," I start, but I know those words are not enough to thank him. "You're one of the sweetest people I've ever met." I can't move. I don't want him to let go of me.

"One of? I thought that might've pushed me to the number one spot." He sighs and looks away, still holding me. I can't tell if he's joking or not.

"Okay fine. The sweetest person. Happy?"

I can feel him nod. I have to say something else. I can't just let him hold me like this without knowing what he's thinking. The way I spent my morning flashes across my mind. A pang of regret fills my chest. I pluck up the courage for only one word, a small, "Why?"

He doesn't look at me. He doesn't say anything. I nudge his shoulder a bit.

"What do you see in him?" He blurts out. What?

"George, please. I don't know what you're on about. Why has everyone been asking me such stupid-"

"I see the way you two look at each other. You've known him for what? Two days? I've known you for six years." His grip on my arm tightens.

"What, you think I fancy him?" I say, my voice growing louder with anxiety.

"It's obvious you have a crush. Everyone can see it. I just wish you could see how he's only using you."

I push him away from me. My voice shakes with the slightest bit of anger as I ask, "Why did you do this? Why did you ask me to meet you here and set off those fireworks, if you were only going to criticize me?"

He turns to face me. "Because I know you fancy me too. I've always been second best. Fred is funnier, Lee is more confident, Ron is smarter. I'm always cast to the side and I'm sick of it. You're the only one who sees me as my own person... And I can't stand to lose you to someone else"

He grasps my face. I should stop him. I shouldn't let him do what he is about to do. But I can't bring myself to push him away. This is what I've been craving for so long; his touch is like fire on my skin.

"You told me you don't know what I want. This is my way of telling you. Say something" he begs.

I clear my throat, unsure of what to say. "This could ruin everything," I say. I look deep into his eyes. "It would be easier for everyone if I just went out with Ad- with him. It wouldn't complicate us" I try to look away, but he holds me steady, not allowing me to turn away. I whisper, "You know I care about you. I just don't want to lose you"

It's this comment that sends him over the edge. He roughly shoves himself closer to me, his lips crashing into mine.

This feels so different than my kiss with Adrian. Ugh, it hadn't even been a day since my lips were on a different man's. My thoughts are quickly pushed away from this morning as George swiftly picks me up.

He sits me on top of a desk; I instantly wrap my legs around his hips. His lips are like flames, warming up my insides with every kiss. He reaches a hand up to my hair, roughly pulling my head back to expose my neck. He quickly moves his lips to my exposed neck, sucking slightly just below my ear. I let out a quiet, soft moan. Godric, why would I do that? How embarrassing. But George doesn't seem to mind. If anything, it only excites him.

I feel his hand slide up under my sweater, his warm hands making me gasp. He pulls away, asking, "Is this okay?" I nod. He continues, "If at any point you want me to stop, just tell me". I can't find any words, so I just nod again.

Before bringing his lips to mine again, he swiftly removes my sweater. The cold air makes me shiver, but the cold is quickly forgotten when George begins to kiss my chest.

His hot breath against my cold skin drives me mad. I tug at the hem of his shirt, begging for more skin on skin contact. He quickly obliges. His pale skin glistens in the low light. I knew he was strong, he had to be for quidditch, but I didn't know it meant he looked like this.

His shoulders are broad, each muscle beautifully defined. His abs looked carved out of stone, perfect and strong. He sees me analyzing his body, and a wave of insecurity flashes across his eyes. "I know I'm nothing special-" He starts, but I won't allow him to say anything else.

I take his face in my hands and begin to kiss him hungrily. My legs are already around his hips, but I bend my knees to bring him even closer. His hips crash into mine, exciting the both of us.

He moves to unclasp my bra, but stops himself before pulling the clasp. I pull away from our kiss to tell him it's alright, however as I do so I shift a bit and feel something rub against my leg. Oh Merlin, is he... hard? I am speechless. I pull him in to kiss again but he pulls back.

"We should probably head back. We don't want Filch to find us, do we?" He says. Even in the low light, I can see his cheeks are pink.

"Yeah. Okay, you're right" I say breathlessly, pretending like I didn't feel how excited he was.

He grabs my sweater and dresses me, first putting it on me backwards. We both giggle, which breaks the awkward tension that had fallen between between us. He grabs my hand, leading me into the hall. We walk together hand in hand, not speaking. We're almost to our dormitory when he finally speaks up.

"You go on, I just need a moment. Restroom." He points down the hall with a tilt of his head.

"Okay. Do you want me to wait in the comm-"

"No! That's alright. I'll see you tomorrow, gorgeous." He practically runs down the hall.

I giggle, my cheeks a bright pink, and walk into the Gryffindor common room alone.

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A/N: Merry Christmas! I originally planned to only update the story daily until today, but I've decided to (try to) post every day until the story is over!  Thank you for voting and commenting; I love reading your feedback.  I really appreciate that you've taken time to read what I have to write, and I hope you like the story. Love you all (: