Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

12. Desire

"Are you sure?" I ask him. He nods.

"We won't get in trouble. Half the school's still at the village and you'll be sobered up by the time anyone comes down here," He smiles, leading me to his bed, "Don't worry. You'll be fine here."

He moves his sheets to allow me to sit under the covers, then tucks me in. After he tucks me into his bed, he laughs.

"Seems I've made a mess of our first date, haven't I?"

I look up at him. I retort, "Oh this was a date, was it?" and raise my eyebrows. He chuckles a bit, swaying a bit on the spot. He hadn't just been holding me tightly to keep me from falling; he was just as drunk as I was!

"How're you feeling?" He sits down on the edge of his bed, giving me space.

"Cold" I say, which is true. Being in the dungeons of the castle is freezing.

"I think I have another blanket, let me-" He starts to stand.

I grab his hand, pulling him back. "It's alright. You can just warm me up." I open the covers to let him into the bed with me.

"No, you're drunk, Mason" he whispers, protesting.

"I'm not. Just lay with me." I look at him in the eyes. I don't know what's driving me to act this way. I feel almost like if I don't have Adrian next to me now, I'll die.

I can see his mind is running at a million kilometers a minute, worried about making the wrong choice. He doesn't want to feel like he's taking advantage of me. I tug his hand a bit, pulling him into the bed. He allows me to pull him closer to me.

We lay together under his covers, my head resting on his chest.

"Your heart is beating so fast" I giggle. The room has stopped spinning, but the warmth of the alcohol is still hot in my chest.

"It's not every day I get a beautiful girl in my bed" He whispers.

"Oh, come off it! You're Adrian Pucey! You have all the girls clamoring over you!" I say, with a slight bit of resentment to my voice.

"I've told you, that's not who I am; as much as those girls like to say they've been with me, they're almost all lying." He sighs. Guilt fills me. The only things I knew about him were the rumors that circulated the school. And I had believed every rumor I heard about him. I look up to see him staring at the ceiling.

I shift a bit to get a better look at his handsome face in the low light. He feels me move and looks down at me. I lean forward and kiss him.

"Mira," He pulls away.

"I'm not... okay, maybe a little buzzed. But I'm thinking clearly, I promise. Unless you don't want to! Then of course I understand..." I trail off. I don't want to pressure him into anything just as much as he doesn't want to pressure me.

"Are you kidding me?"

He leans in again, and I kiss back, deeply. He cusps my jaw with his hand, bringing me in closer. His other hand traces up and down my back, sending shivers through my body. I shift my weight a bit, and I'm now sitting on top of him. He rubs his hands against the back of my thighs, making my heart race. I lean back, breaking our kiss. I remove my sweater, and his mouth drops.

"You don't have to-" But I cut him off by kissing his neck. He's so warm. He moves down to kiss my chest, making my breath hitch. I can feel him leaving love marks across my chest, but I don't care. I shift my weight, accidentally grinding against him. He groans slightly. The sound fills me with warmth.

He flips us over, so I am on my back and he is on top of me. He rips his soft sweater off, and I gasp. He is completely perfect. He seemed to be made of marble, and I reach a hand up to touch his abdomen. I look up and see a smile lightly spread across his face. I look at his arms, his strong and carved arms.

A pit fills my stomach. I think of George and his strong body, which had carried me to safety weeks ago.

My mind is brought back to the moment as Adrian kisses me once more, softly entering my mouth with his tongue. I kiss back, feeling the muscles of his arms and back. He brings a hand down to play with my waistband. I nod, and he unbuckles my jeans quickly.

His warm hands remove my pants and he settles one hand on my hip, the other wrapping around my neck. It feels as if the heat from his hand is spreading across my abdomen, warming every bit of me. He rubs me over my underwear, making me moan lightly. He pulls back.

"We can stop if you want to" He says, looking at me with lust filling his eyes. His touch is hypnotizing, making me decide in a split second. Without a word, I sit up. He backs away a bit, unsure of what to do. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, throwing it onto the ground next to his bed. His hand slowly reaches out to grab my breast.

He rubs me gently, quickly leaving me breathless. He breathes into my neck, "You're the most perfect girl I've ever seen" before bringing his mouth to my bare chest.

He kisses and sucks me gently, trailing his other hand slowly back down to my underwear. I can't help but moan. He begins to move the fabric to the side, but I shift away from him. He immediately pulls his hand away, sitting up to look at me.

"Sorry, I just... I don't think I want to-" I say, embarrassed to have killed the moment.

"No do not be sorry, I should've asked," he starts, "I never want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. He looks at his hands, unsure of what to do next. We're both still topless, and a thick tension settles over us.

"Hahah, Pucey! You should've seen what we did to this-" A deep voice fills the room as a boy walks into the room, "Oh, woah! Sorry mate" and the door slams shut.

My cheeks burn. Adrian turns to me, breathless and red. Tears begin to fill in my eyes from embarrassment; I turn away from him. He gets off of the bed quietly.

I don't look at him as I reach for my clothes. "I didn't think anyone would be coming back... He won't tell anyone, I'll make sure of it" He explains. I pull my clothes back on and look at him.

"Don't feel bad. It's not your fault." The reality of what's just happened hits me. My mind begins to race. The tears that were brimming in my eyes begin to spill over onto my cheeks quietly. Adrian reaches over and wipes away the tears gently.

He pulls me in to hug me and I cry gently into his shoulder. Here he was, holding me because he thought I was embarrassed we were caught by one of his roommates. Would he still hold me if he knew the real reason for my tears? If he knew that I also cry from the guilt of wanting him so badly when I also wanted George?

We sit for a while after my tears stop flowing. He rubs my hair gently. "We can act like it never happened" He whispers into my hair.

But it did, and I can't forgive myself for it.

"Can you please take me to my dorm?"