Chapter 8 – In the Infirmary
"Oh, my Mom is going to kill me. She warned me to take care of Ginny, and just look at what happened! She fainted, with no one there to help her..." Ron said, pacing the Infirmary, in front of his sister's bed.
"Ron, calm down... Madame Pomfrey says that she's just tired, that's all." Hermione said, softly caressing Ginny's hand.
"When she wakes up, she'll have to explain a lot of things to me!" he said, looking murderous. "Why the hell was she screaming at Malfoy, to catch the Snitch? Why was she helping him?"
Hermione sighed, and once again, patted Ginny's hand, trying to give her support. Hermione had just found out who was the boy that was confusing Ginny. Draco Malfoy...
"Ron, it doesn't matter, anymore! Gryffindor won the game, we're still ahead on the house points, and we must go up for lunch. Harry is waiting for us." Hermione said, leaving her seat, pushing Ron out of the Infirmary.
As soon as both Gryffindors left the place, Angel got out from under the bed, and jumped to Ginny's bed, licking her face, hoping she would wake up. But, she didn't.
The Slytherins usually didn't throw parties to celebrate Quidditch victories, but tonight was an exception. For the first time in seven years, Draco Malfoy had caught the Snitch against Harry Potter. Even though they had lost the game, they still had won the glory.
The Common Room was full of people talking and drinking, although none of them was laughing or smiling. Slytherins don't show emotions... ever.
Draco was sitting in a corner of the room, watching the people all around him, when he felt something stinging in his chest. He felt as if something was terribly wrong, and his thoughts kept going to an image of Ginny surrounded with white sheets, with her face looking very pale.
Snapping out of his visions, Draco left the dungeons running, letting his feet drive him to the Infirmary wing. Reaching the doors, he stopped, and prepared himself to face his sweet Virginia.
"Meow..."
"Angel, what happened? What's wrong with Virginia? Who hurt her?" he asked, as if the kitten could answer his desperate questions.
Picking Angel in his arms, he sat on Ginny's bed, caressing her cold cheeks, watching the way the moon reflected on her pale skin.
"Hello weasel... So, won't you tell me what happened to you? Angel is worried with you, and so am I... And, I don't like it!" he whispered softly. "You are so beautiful... Did you know that? Probably not, Potter is too stupid to see that!"
"You know she doesn't like him anymore, don't you?" a voice said, behind him.
"I don't care... I must leave, now..." he said, coldly, standing on his feet, and placing Angel on top of Ginny's stomach.
"You don't have to leave, Draco. Ginny would like to wake up and find you here!" Hermione said, in a gentle voice.
"What do you know about what she wants or not..." he scowled, still looking at Ginny's form.
"I do know she likes you. And I do know she's afraid of what she feels for you! It's not easy to like someone who treats you so bad, as you do. You are always making fun of her, always bringing out her temper, and she hates you for that! But, at the same time, she likes you, and wants to be with you! It's weird..." Hermione explained, sighing. "But I shouldn't say these things! Ginny is the one who knows what's going on inside her heart... All I ask you, Draco, is to keep her safe from harm, and to be true to her! Don't make her suffer, because she deserves to be happy!"
"Hey, you're making it sound as if Virginia and I are going to get married, or something... There's nothing going on between us! Nothing..." he said, looking sad and furious at the same time. "What happened with her?"
"Ginny fainted. Madame Pomfrey says she's just tired, but I'm not sure that's the truth... Madame Pomfrey looked very nervous, and she refused to look anyone in the eye... There's something going on!" Hermione said, suspicious. "We'll have to wait for her to wake up..."
Draco didn't say anything. He just stood there, caressing Ginny's cheek with one hand, and Angel's head with the other.
"I'll leave you both alone. Good night, Draco!" she whispered, with a knowing smile on her lips.
"Good night, Granger..." he replied, not noticing her face break into a huge grin, when he didn't call her 'Mudblood'.
Slowly, she exited the Infirmary, still smiling.
'Yep... That one is head over heels with sweet Ginny! I sure hope everything works out for them...' she thought to her self, going back to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Draco? Draco, wake up..." Ginny called softly, caressing his cheek. Slowly, his grey eyes opened and looked up at her, and a smile appeared in his lips.
"Hello... How are you feeling?" he asked, leaving his chair next to her bed, to sit close to her on the bed.
"I'm fine... What are you doing sleeping on that uncomfortable chair?" she asked, smiling.
"Just checking if the Infirmary's furniture is comfortable... Why else?" he smiled amusedly, brushing a lock of red hair from her cheek. "Thank you..."
"What for?" she asked, leaning her head against his hand.
"For telling me where the Snitch was... Why did you do it, though?" he asked, curious.
"You and I are very alike, Draco... We both wish to be recognized, not because we are rich or poor, but because we can do something to prove our valour. All you wanted was to catch the Snitch before Harry did. And you caught it, Draco! Slytherin may have lost the game, but, still, you caught the Snitch! Congratulations!" she whispered, with a gentle smile on her lips, as she leaned against him, kissing his soft cheek.
"And, what do you wish for your self?" he asked, looking serious. "Potter?"
"How many times do I have to repeat that I don't like Harry anymore? Merlin, I hate that people think of me as the 'Poor little Weasley, in love with Harry Potter'." She sighed, bored. "I'm not an innocent little girl, to pity. I wish I could prove it!"
"One day you will... I'm sure of that! Now, go to sleep, and have a good night of rest. We don't want you fainting all over the corridors! Just imagine if you faint on top of me, and you ruin my robes with your poverty? That would be terrible..." he joked, with a serious face.
"You keep on dreaming with me fainting in your arms, Malfoy!" she laughed. "See you tomorrow... Angel, go with Draco, ok? Tomorrow you can stay with me again. Do you mind, Draco?"
"Of course not... Come Angel!" he said, picking up Angel in his arms, and kissing Ginny's forehead very softly. "Good night, little angel..."
"Good night Dragon!" Ginny replied, watching the two loves of her life, going out of the Infirmary.
'He cares about me...' she thought, falling asleep with a happy smile on her face.
"Oh, my Mom is going to kill me. She warned me to take care of Ginny, and just look at what happened! She fainted, with no one there to help her..." Ron said, pacing the Infirmary, in front of his sister's bed.
"Ron, calm down... Madame Pomfrey says that she's just tired, that's all." Hermione said, softly caressing Ginny's hand.
"When she wakes up, she'll have to explain a lot of things to me!" he said, looking murderous. "Why the hell was she screaming at Malfoy, to catch the Snitch? Why was she helping him?"
Hermione sighed, and once again, patted Ginny's hand, trying to give her support. Hermione had just found out who was the boy that was confusing Ginny. Draco Malfoy...
"Ron, it doesn't matter, anymore! Gryffindor won the game, we're still ahead on the house points, and we must go up for lunch. Harry is waiting for us." Hermione said, leaving her seat, pushing Ron out of the Infirmary.
As soon as both Gryffindors left the place, Angel got out from under the bed, and jumped to Ginny's bed, licking her face, hoping she would wake up. But, she didn't.
The Slytherins usually didn't throw parties to celebrate Quidditch victories, but tonight was an exception. For the first time in seven years, Draco Malfoy had caught the Snitch against Harry Potter. Even though they had lost the game, they still had won the glory.
The Common Room was full of people talking and drinking, although none of them was laughing or smiling. Slytherins don't show emotions... ever.
Draco was sitting in a corner of the room, watching the people all around him, when he felt something stinging in his chest. He felt as if something was terribly wrong, and his thoughts kept going to an image of Ginny surrounded with white sheets, with her face looking very pale.
Snapping out of his visions, Draco left the dungeons running, letting his feet drive him to the Infirmary wing. Reaching the doors, he stopped, and prepared himself to face his sweet Virginia.
"Meow..."
"Angel, what happened? What's wrong with Virginia? Who hurt her?" he asked, as if the kitten could answer his desperate questions.
Picking Angel in his arms, he sat on Ginny's bed, caressing her cold cheeks, watching the way the moon reflected on her pale skin.
"Hello weasel... So, won't you tell me what happened to you? Angel is worried with you, and so am I... And, I don't like it!" he whispered softly. "You are so beautiful... Did you know that? Probably not, Potter is too stupid to see that!"
"You know she doesn't like him anymore, don't you?" a voice said, behind him.
"I don't care... I must leave, now..." he said, coldly, standing on his feet, and placing Angel on top of Ginny's stomach.
"You don't have to leave, Draco. Ginny would like to wake up and find you here!" Hermione said, in a gentle voice.
"What do you know about what she wants or not..." he scowled, still looking at Ginny's form.
"I do know she likes you. And I do know she's afraid of what she feels for you! It's not easy to like someone who treats you so bad, as you do. You are always making fun of her, always bringing out her temper, and she hates you for that! But, at the same time, she likes you, and wants to be with you! It's weird..." Hermione explained, sighing. "But I shouldn't say these things! Ginny is the one who knows what's going on inside her heart... All I ask you, Draco, is to keep her safe from harm, and to be true to her! Don't make her suffer, because she deserves to be happy!"
"Hey, you're making it sound as if Virginia and I are going to get married, or something... There's nothing going on between us! Nothing..." he said, looking sad and furious at the same time. "What happened with her?"
"Ginny fainted. Madame Pomfrey says she's just tired, but I'm not sure that's the truth... Madame Pomfrey looked very nervous, and she refused to look anyone in the eye... There's something going on!" Hermione said, suspicious. "We'll have to wait for her to wake up..."
Draco didn't say anything. He just stood there, caressing Ginny's cheek with one hand, and Angel's head with the other.
"I'll leave you both alone. Good night, Draco!" she whispered, with a knowing smile on her lips.
"Good night, Granger..." he replied, not noticing her face break into a huge grin, when he didn't call her 'Mudblood'.
Slowly, she exited the Infirmary, still smiling.
'Yep... That one is head over heels with sweet Ginny! I sure hope everything works out for them...' she thought to her self, going back to the Gryffindor Tower.
"Draco? Draco, wake up..." Ginny called softly, caressing his cheek. Slowly, his grey eyes opened and looked up at her, and a smile appeared in his lips.
"Hello... How are you feeling?" he asked, leaving his chair next to her bed, to sit close to her on the bed.
"I'm fine... What are you doing sleeping on that uncomfortable chair?" she asked, smiling.
"Just checking if the Infirmary's furniture is comfortable... Why else?" he smiled amusedly, brushing a lock of red hair from her cheek. "Thank you..."
"What for?" she asked, leaning her head against his hand.
"For telling me where the Snitch was... Why did you do it, though?" he asked, curious.
"You and I are very alike, Draco... We both wish to be recognized, not because we are rich or poor, but because we can do something to prove our valour. All you wanted was to catch the Snitch before Harry did. And you caught it, Draco! Slytherin may have lost the game, but, still, you caught the Snitch! Congratulations!" she whispered, with a gentle smile on her lips, as she leaned against him, kissing his soft cheek.
"And, what do you wish for your self?" he asked, looking serious. "Potter?"
"How many times do I have to repeat that I don't like Harry anymore? Merlin, I hate that people think of me as the 'Poor little Weasley, in love with Harry Potter'." She sighed, bored. "I'm not an innocent little girl, to pity. I wish I could prove it!"
"One day you will... I'm sure of that! Now, go to sleep, and have a good night of rest. We don't want you fainting all over the corridors! Just imagine if you faint on top of me, and you ruin my robes with your poverty? That would be terrible..." he joked, with a serious face.
"You keep on dreaming with me fainting in your arms, Malfoy!" she laughed. "See you tomorrow... Angel, go with Draco, ok? Tomorrow you can stay with me again. Do you mind, Draco?"
"Of course not... Come Angel!" he said, picking up Angel in his arms, and kissing Ginny's forehead very softly. "Good night, little angel..."
"Good night Dragon!" Ginny replied, watching the two loves of her life, going out of the Infirmary.
'He cares about me...' she thought, falling asleep with a happy smile on her face.