Chapter 4 – Wrong feelings
"What was that all about, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson complained, as soon as Ginny left the Great Hall. "Why was that weasel talking with you? What did she whisper on your ear?"
"Will you please shut it? Your voice is giving me a headache..." he replied, bored.
"Draco Malfoy, I will not have you talking with me in that tone!" Pansy shrieked. "What did she say to you?"
"Pansy, you are no one to demand explanations from me! Now, go back to your little pink world, and leave me alone!" he menaced, standing and leaving the Great Hall. He needed to think, and Pansy Parkinson wasn't the best company to do that... Seriously, that girl could talk for hours about clothes, make up, diets, and other non-important stuff...
The breeze coming from the lake was chilly, but it felt good against his body, making his hair fly around his face, tickling his cheeks. For the first time in a long time, Draco felt somewhat alive... Right now, no one could make him feel bad about anything!
As he closed his eyes, to smell the thick air that menaced rain, an image popped up in his mind... A pale face, adorned with honey eyes, opened wide with fury and amusement, full rosy lips, saying horrible things to him, but smiling as well... That cute little nose with stardust, a.k.a. freckles, those blushed cheeks... And finally, a large mane of red hair, full of large curls, making him wish to run his fingers along them!
'Oh boy... I'm doomed...' he said to himself. 'There's no way I'm letting myself go this low!'
Turning around, he went back to his bedroom, trying to keep a certain redheaded girl out of his mind.
"Hey, Angel, listen to this... The Pulgas seem to get strongly attached to their caretakers, and they show that affection by being around, all the time. They do this to show their love and in hope they will receive the same feelings from their caretakers. So, if your Pulga follows you everywhere, do not worry, because this is perfectly normal. Just give him/her all your love, and your little friend will give it back to you. Be careful, if you don't show the so needed affection, the Pulga will die... Some refer to this process as the Cry of the Angels... Why? Because the Pulga will be involved in a white light, and tears will come down from its eyes, while they float in the air. When he/she finally dies, the body vanishes. Not good sights, so please, take good care of your little friend... They may show some powers, but it differs from animal to animal. Some possess telepathic powers, some possess the ability of speech, and some seem to be able to perform some magic!" Ginny read from one of the library books about Pulgas. Then, she looked at Angel and smiled. "What power do you have, sweetie? Please, don't let yourself die, ok? I love you lots, and I know you love me back! I want you close to me all the time, ok?"
"Meow..." the kitty replied, as if understanding what Ginny said.
"You're such a smart kitten, Angel!" Ginny smiled, shutting the book, and holding her Pulga in her arms.
"Ooww... How endearing... A little weasel holding a little kitty! Don't you have anything better to do with your time?" a voice drawled behind her.
"Go away, Malfoy..." Ginny replied, freeing Angel, who was struggling to get out from her embrace. As soon as she was free, the kitty jumped to Draco's arms, and started licking his hands. "I just don't get it! How can she like you so much? Are you always carrying cookies in your robes to give her, or something?"
"Why? Are you jealous, Weasley? Angel knows better! She likes me because I'm charming, and gorgeous... Isn't it, Love?" he joked, playing with the kitty, forgetting to whom he was talking.
"Oh, wait a minute... Did you just call her 'Love'? That's the second shock I've received in the last 24 hours... A Malfoy saying the L word! Amazing!" Ginny laughed, watching him become furious.
"Miss Weasley, I suggest you laugh outside of the library... And please, take that filthy cat out of here! I don't want my books ruined!" Madame Pince complained, as she approached and left.
"Sorry..." Ginny said in a low voice. "Give me Angel... I have to leave!"
"No... I want her to stay with me a little longer!" he said, sitting next to Ginny's chair, and taking out his books from his bag.
Ginny just stood there, looking at him with suspicion. How could he like Angel so much? She had never seen him being so friendly towards other people pets... And, how could he call her love? Was he out of his mind? Oh... this was getting really confusing!
"Are you going to stay there, burning a hole in my head?" he sneered, scribbling on his parchment with one hand, and playing with Angel, with the other one.
"If it was that easy to destroy you, you would have been dead a long time ago!" she spat back, picking up her things.
"What's that?" he asked, grabbing the book about Pulgas. "'Get to know your Pulga'? Why are you reading this stuff?"
"Because Angel is a Pulga, that's why! Now, give me that!" she said, angrily, taking the book from his hands, and placing it inside her school bag. "Sweetie, are you coming with me, or are you staying with the slimy git?"
Angel looked up at Ginny, meowed, and lay on Draco's lap, closing her little pink eyes.
"I guess she gave you her answer! Have a nice day, Weasley!" he sneered, watching her leave the Library with fury all over her face. "If I can't have feelings for her, I'll make her life a living hell! That's the way it must be... You understand my reasons. Don't you, Love? Yes, I think you do... As she said, you're a smart little kitten!"
All the Gryffindors in the common room jumped in surprise when the portrait door closed violently, and a furious Ginny Weasley threw her book bag to a corner of the room.
"Ginny... What happened? You look furious!" Cathy asked, trying to sit Ginny in an armchair, next to the warm fire.
"That's because I am furious!" Ginny replied coldly, pacing the small space in front of the fireplace. "Slimy git... Who does he think he is? Take her from me like that... If he's using her to hurt me, he'll pay! Oh, he will pay!"
"Ginny? I'm sorry, but, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Cathy yelled, trying to understand her friend's behaviour. A few heads looked at them with angry stares, and curious stares, as well.
"I think I have an idea of whom it is!" Suzie said, with an evil smile. "What did the Slytherin Prince do to you, this time?"
"He's trying to take Angel from me! HE even calls her Love! I almost had an heart attack when he called her that way! HE holds her and pets her all the time, and she prefers to stay with him in the Library, rather than stay with me!" Ginny said, still pacing, her fury going away, being replaced with sadness. "I don't want to lose Angel!"
"Oh Ginny... Angel loves you! You know she does... But she loves him, as well! Let her love both of you!" Cathy advised, hugging Ginny in a sweet embrace.
"And Ginny... Maybe she's trying to tell you something about Malfoy..." Suzie said with a knowing look. "Maybe she's trying to tell you that he's trust worthy! Why don't you try to follow her example and come closer to him?"
"And what? Rub myself against his legs, until he grabs me in his arms, so I can lick his face?" Ginny replied, with sarcasm.
"Well... That would be a start!" Suzie said, jokingly. "Try to talk with him, without accusations and without loosing your temper!"
"Fine... I'll try! But only because I don't want to lose Angel..." Ginny replied, saying only half the truth.
Actually, Ginny was a little jealous of the Pulga, because Malfoy liked her, and enjoyed her company. Ginny would give anything to be the one in his arms, making him smile and become soft... But Angel was the one responsible for that, and Ginny still loved her.
"What was that all about, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson complained, as soon as Ginny left the Great Hall. "Why was that weasel talking with you? What did she whisper on your ear?"
"Will you please shut it? Your voice is giving me a headache..." he replied, bored.
"Draco Malfoy, I will not have you talking with me in that tone!" Pansy shrieked. "What did she say to you?"
"Pansy, you are no one to demand explanations from me! Now, go back to your little pink world, and leave me alone!" he menaced, standing and leaving the Great Hall. He needed to think, and Pansy Parkinson wasn't the best company to do that... Seriously, that girl could talk for hours about clothes, make up, diets, and other non-important stuff...
The breeze coming from the lake was chilly, but it felt good against his body, making his hair fly around his face, tickling his cheeks. For the first time in a long time, Draco felt somewhat alive... Right now, no one could make him feel bad about anything!
As he closed his eyes, to smell the thick air that menaced rain, an image popped up in his mind... A pale face, adorned with honey eyes, opened wide with fury and amusement, full rosy lips, saying horrible things to him, but smiling as well... That cute little nose with stardust, a.k.a. freckles, those blushed cheeks... And finally, a large mane of red hair, full of large curls, making him wish to run his fingers along them!
'Oh boy... I'm doomed...' he said to himself. 'There's no way I'm letting myself go this low!'
Turning around, he went back to his bedroom, trying to keep a certain redheaded girl out of his mind.
"Hey, Angel, listen to this... The Pulgas seem to get strongly attached to their caretakers, and they show that affection by being around, all the time. They do this to show their love and in hope they will receive the same feelings from their caretakers. So, if your Pulga follows you everywhere, do not worry, because this is perfectly normal. Just give him/her all your love, and your little friend will give it back to you. Be careful, if you don't show the so needed affection, the Pulga will die... Some refer to this process as the Cry of the Angels... Why? Because the Pulga will be involved in a white light, and tears will come down from its eyes, while they float in the air. When he/she finally dies, the body vanishes. Not good sights, so please, take good care of your little friend... They may show some powers, but it differs from animal to animal. Some possess telepathic powers, some possess the ability of speech, and some seem to be able to perform some magic!" Ginny read from one of the library books about Pulgas. Then, she looked at Angel and smiled. "What power do you have, sweetie? Please, don't let yourself die, ok? I love you lots, and I know you love me back! I want you close to me all the time, ok?"
"Meow..." the kitty replied, as if understanding what Ginny said.
"You're such a smart kitten, Angel!" Ginny smiled, shutting the book, and holding her Pulga in her arms.
"Ooww... How endearing... A little weasel holding a little kitty! Don't you have anything better to do with your time?" a voice drawled behind her.
"Go away, Malfoy..." Ginny replied, freeing Angel, who was struggling to get out from her embrace. As soon as she was free, the kitty jumped to Draco's arms, and started licking his hands. "I just don't get it! How can she like you so much? Are you always carrying cookies in your robes to give her, or something?"
"Why? Are you jealous, Weasley? Angel knows better! She likes me because I'm charming, and gorgeous... Isn't it, Love?" he joked, playing with the kitty, forgetting to whom he was talking.
"Oh, wait a minute... Did you just call her 'Love'? That's the second shock I've received in the last 24 hours... A Malfoy saying the L word! Amazing!" Ginny laughed, watching him become furious.
"Miss Weasley, I suggest you laugh outside of the library... And please, take that filthy cat out of here! I don't want my books ruined!" Madame Pince complained, as she approached and left.
"Sorry..." Ginny said in a low voice. "Give me Angel... I have to leave!"
"No... I want her to stay with me a little longer!" he said, sitting next to Ginny's chair, and taking out his books from his bag.
Ginny just stood there, looking at him with suspicion. How could he like Angel so much? She had never seen him being so friendly towards other people pets... And, how could he call her love? Was he out of his mind? Oh... this was getting really confusing!
"Are you going to stay there, burning a hole in my head?" he sneered, scribbling on his parchment with one hand, and playing with Angel, with the other one.
"If it was that easy to destroy you, you would have been dead a long time ago!" she spat back, picking up her things.
"What's that?" he asked, grabbing the book about Pulgas. "'Get to know your Pulga'? Why are you reading this stuff?"
"Because Angel is a Pulga, that's why! Now, give me that!" she said, angrily, taking the book from his hands, and placing it inside her school bag. "Sweetie, are you coming with me, or are you staying with the slimy git?"
Angel looked up at Ginny, meowed, and lay on Draco's lap, closing her little pink eyes.
"I guess she gave you her answer! Have a nice day, Weasley!" he sneered, watching her leave the Library with fury all over her face. "If I can't have feelings for her, I'll make her life a living hell! That's the way it must be... You understand my reasons. Don't you, Love? Yes, I think you do... As she said, you're a smart little kitten!"
All the Gryffindors in the common room jumped in surprise when the portrait door closed violently, and a furious Ginny Weasley threw her book bag to a corner of the room.
"Ginny... What happened? You look furious!" Cathy asked, trying to sit Ginny in an armchair, next to the warm fire.
"That's because I am furious!" Ginny replied coldly, pacing the small space in front of the fireplace. "Slimy git... Who does he think he is? Take her from me like that... If he's using her to hurt me, he'll pay! Oh, he will pay!"
"Ginny? I'm sorry, but, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Cathy yelled, trying to understand her friend's behaviour. A few heads looked at them with angry stares, and curious stares, as well.
"I think I have an idea of whom it is!" Suzie said, with an evil smile. "What did the Slytherin Prince do to you, this time?"
"He's trying to take Angel from me! HE even calls her Love! I almost had an heart attack when he called her that way! HE holds her and pets her all the time, and she prefers to stay with him in the Library, rather than stay with me!" Ginny said, still pacing, her fury going away, being replaced with sadness. "I don't want to lose Angel!"
"Oh Ginny... Angel loves you! You know she does... But she loves him, as well! Let her love both of you!" Cathy advised, hugging Ginny in a sweet embrace.
"And Ginny... Maybe she's trying to tell you something about Malfoy..." Suzie said with a knowing look. "Maybe she's trying to tell you that he's trust worthy! Why don't you try to follow her example and come closer to him?"
"And what? Rub myself against his legs, until he grabs me in his arms, so I can lick his face?" Ginny replied, with sarcasm.
"Well... That would be a start!" Suzie said, jokingly. "Try to talk with him, without accusations and without loosing your temper!"
"Fine... I'll try! But only because I don't want to lose Angel..." Ginny replied, saying only half the truth.
Actually, Ginny was a little jealous of the Pulga, because Malfoy liked her, and enjoyed her company. Ginny would give anything to be the one in his arms, making him smile and become soft... But Angel was the one responsible for that, and Ginny still loved her.