Felix Felicis- A George Weasley and Adrian Pucey Love Triangle

13. A Misunderstanding

Adrian had silently walked me up to the portrait of the fat lady but didn't enter the common room with me. As I step into the common room, he calls out, "I'm sorry, Mira."

I turn and tell him to not worry, and that I'd see him at our next meal. I try to smile at him, but it's a sad whisper of a smile. I turn back to the common room and am rushed by Fred, George, and Lee.

"He's sorry for what? What happened? Were you crying?" George asks, worriedly.

"Did he hurt you? I'll kill him!" Fred interrupts, touching my neck slightly, "You're all bruised up."

"I shouldn't have let you go with him, Mira. I'm so sorry." He says as he holds the twins back from chasing after Adrian.

"I'm fine, guys, I swear it" I say, with a forced laugh.

The three boys relax slightly at my words, but concern still etches their faces. I try to change the subject and ask when they arrived back to the castle, with no success.

"You've been crying." Fred insists.

"And these marks," Lee chimes in.

I sigh. These boys have known me far longer than anyone else; they won't let this go until I tell them the truth. Lee lets go of the twins and leads me up the stairs to their dormitory. The twins follow closely behind, shutting the door behind them.

I turn to face them, full of shame, and the boys look at each other. All too afraid to ask what was on their mind. Finally, Lee plucks up the courage. "Did he hit you?" He whispers, almost a growl.

I shake my head.

"Did he... touch you?" He asks, hesitantly.

"No," I say quickly. They can't know. I sit on the edge of Lee's bed. I don't know what to say to them. They know I'm lying. Fred's hands shake.

Fred has always thought of me as his own little sister, and he has always been the most protective of me. He used to joke around and tell me the reason he would get so mad when other people hurt me was because he was the only one who could mess with me; that's what a brother is meant to do to a sister. If he thought Adrian had hurt me, he would go after him.

I know that he'll go after Adrian if I don't say something. I whisper, "Please don't do anything. It's my fault, I started it. We were both drunk."

The boys shake with anger. I plead with them that I instigated everything, but my words fall on deaf ears. They aren't thinking straight, moved by the hickeys they think are bruises and the idea I was hurt.

I repeat a soft, "He didn't take advantage, I swear it" but Fred and George are gone. Lee holds me back from following them.

"Lee, please. They'll kill him. I swear I was the one who started-" I begin, and he winces at my words. I hold the hand he had placed on my shoulder, and slowly push him away. I stand up, as does he, and he follows me out of the room silently. He knows the twins won't be able to control themselves.

Together we run out of the common room, into the hall. The twins are nowhere to be seen. I lead the way, running towards the dungeons. I can hear the twins before I see them.

"Where is he?" George calls out, angrily.

I run up to him, desperately holding onto him and holding him from going any further towards the Slytherin dormitory.

"What's wrong, Weasel?" A tall, pale, and blonde boy asks with a sneer, "Mad that Pucey's shagged your little girlfriend?"

George and Fred both turn even redder from anger.

"That isn't true!" I call out. I look at the boys pleadingly.

"As if we all didn't see you stumble into his room earlier," the blonde boy laughs as he enters his common room.

I look at George and hold his face, begging him to believe me. I feverishly tell him it wasn't true. He looks back at me and finally realizes I'm upset at his anger, not at Adrian. He removes my hands from his body and turns in a huff. Lee continues to hold onto Fred and leads him away from the door of Slytherin house. I chase after George.

"George, please" I call after him. His legs are so much longer than mine, I won't be able to catch up to him unless he waits for me. I call out once more, and he finally stops walking. I run up to him and grasp his hand, pulling him into a smaller corridor that branches off from the big hallway we were in.

He turns to look at me, anger still obvious on his face. He tries to control himself, and as calmly as he can he asks, "You need to be honest. You didn't shag?"

I shake my head. He asks again, "But he... touched you?"

I can't look at him anymore. I can't speak. His hands are shaking. He walks up to me, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to look at him. His voice shakes as he asks, "Did you want him to?"

I don't know what to tell him. "He didn't take advantage if that's your concern. We had just drunk too much, it was the heat of the moment." I say, tears brimming in my eyes. He lets go of me. I reach out to him.

"He took advantage of you while drunk! Can't you see that?" He stares into my eyes. His gaze burns. He desperately wants it to be true; he doesn't want to think I could crave Adrian.

"It's my fault as much as his," It's the truth, and I couldn't lie about something this serious. Seeing the pain in George's eyes is almost too much to bear. While he knew about my little crush, I don't think he realized it could lead to something like this.

"You're alright?" He whispers.

"Now that I'm here with you, completely."