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September 1, 2024

After the Welcoming Feast, I met Malfoy outside of the Great Hall to walk the seven flights of stairs to the Head's Tower. Yes, I said seven. Who in their right mind put dorms up that high? Anyway, the two of us trekked up the stairs in silence and arrived at the entrance. The statue of Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom, justice, strategy, strength, and skill, smiled politely and asked for the password.

"Le lion et la lionne." I still think it's funny how our patronus' match that way. The door opens and I step through with Malfoy trailing behind me. I stop in awe at the beautiful common room that is decorated in creams and soft colors. There is a small kitchenette on the left of the common room and a staircase leading to the bedrooms and bathroom upstairs.

"Can you move," It sounds more like an order than a request. I turn around and see the blonde standing at 6'2", sneering at me like I'm the vilest piece of shit he has ever seen. Begrudgingly, I go to sit on the comfy couch by the stone fireplace. Malfoy speaks, "I'll see you in the morning." He starts to leave for his room when I start to speak.

"Wait, we have to set some ground rules and set up the basic prefect schedules."

"Okay, make it quick," He grunts as he starts back toward the couch.

"I take time during the week to practice charms and potions, not just the required class work. So please don't bother me during that time unless you want to help me." I won't let him know that I have created five charms over the past two years. Not yet, at least.

"Sure, I might help, but only if after Quidditch practice you get the knots out of my back." Fair enough, quidditch is a bloody back-wrecking menace.

"Only if you do the same for me. Also, I reserve the right to cook in this tower. I like to bake, by the way." It's not commonly known that I have a baking hobby, so I want to make sure he knows.

"Really, well I want to be able to shower as soon as I get back from Quidditch. I think that's something we can both agree on."

"Yes; that would benefit the both of us. Please don't bother me while I'm studying unless it is an emergency. Also, let's not walk in on each other in the bathroom. I would rather not see your pale nakedness." I am well aware that I just insulted him on his looks when I can't say he isn't pretty to look at.

"Yes, well I would rather not see you during your bitch week." What the bloody hell is this arse talking about?

"What did you just say?"

"Bitch week, you know that time of the month where girls get moody and irritable." Oh, this prat really is an idiot. He has a sister and doesn't even know what a period is. I'll make sure he knows just how irritable I can be during that time of the month.

"Malfoy, I think you should know that your 'bitch week' is called a 'period' and it is part of a woman's menstrual cycle. Honestly, you have a sister. Do you even know what a tampon is?"

"I don't particularly enjoy being around Lyra during that 'period' of time. She gets rather nasty and no, I have no fucking clue what a tampon is." This guy is really punny, isn't that great.

"I imagine you wouldn't seeing as you are a guy, pureblood, and a Malfoy," I sneer.

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? I doubt being pureblood has anything to do with it."

"Seeing as a tampon is a muggle invention, I imagine that your pureblood family would be repulsed by the idea of even venturing into the muggle world to get them. Am I right?"

"Malfoy's do not associate with muggles unless it has to do with Father's business. If this tampin-"

"-tampon," I correct him.

"If this tampon was invented by muggles then surely it can't be anything amazing? What is its purpose?" Oh, this is going to be fun. I pull out my wand and perform a spell, "Explicare mensis exolvuntur."

I diagram of a women's genitalia appears in between us. I smirk and say, "First off, a women has eggs dropped into her womb once a month. After this occurs and it is not fertilized by a man's sperm, the egg shrivels up and there is no need for the old vaginal wall lining." As I speak, the diagram is showing the menstrual cycle from the inside. "Therefore, the female body disposes of the flesh that makes up the vaginal lining and the old eggs. Are you following so far?"

"That is so gross," he says wearing a look of disgust, but he is also looking intrigued.

"I think every woman in the world agrees with you. The way the body disposes of the vaginal lining and old eggs is by shedding them through the vaginal opening. It is a painful experience for most women. As you can imagine, there is blood included. For three to seven days a month a woman bleeds and this gets rid of the vaginal lining and eggs." This conversation is getting more fun by the second.

"A tampon is essentially a piece of shaped cotton attached to a string. A girl inserts it here," I point to the vaginal opening, "to keep blood from flowing out of her body during the day. She removes it when the part of the string that is right by the vaginal entrance starts turning red. Depending on the women, her age, and her cycle, the blood flow can be heavy or light or somewhere inbetween. I know it sounds gross, but I think it is better than the alternative of pads or menstrual cups. A women can easily bleed through a pad, also it feels rather like a diaper. A menstrual cup is inserted and left there until it is removed. It is filled with blood, rather messy, and one has to clean it rather than throwing it in the garbage." I remove the diagram and study his face. It is showing disgust and confusion. Ha, that will teach him to respect girls for the monthly hell we face.

"Then why is my sister moody? Do you get moody?" A perfectly fine question to ask. I didn't understand when my mother explained it either.

"The hormones released during a woman's period cause PMS or Premenstrual Syndrome. PMS causes physical and emotional symptoms. Some women get different PMS symptoms though. For example while some girls only have cramps, I have back aches and cramps. Most people I know also crave certain foods. I know that most girls crave chocolate and other sweets, but others - including myself, and your sister - crave spicy foods, carbs, and chocolate. Girls get moody because of PMS, we can't help it, sorry." I think he gets it now, judging by the slight blush on his face. Eh, he deserves to be embarrassed. "So, after this little chat we just had, are you going to have more respect for the women in your life?"

"I will, Weasley. I know that I asked for a the definition of a tampon and why my sister gets irritable once a month, but I didn't ask for you to spout all of the other stuff," he says, voice dripping with disdain.

"You asked and I thought it appropriate that you completely understood why women suffer for years, before they have children, because their body says 'hey, lookie there, it's a pubescent boy, go procreate, you're getting old.' Do you see any reason why girls have to suffer, some starting at eleven years of age?"

"No, I think it is your body's way of telling you to get rid of your virginity." Oh, I just want to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face.

"Malfoy, I would like to inform you that girls have their periods well into their forties. They are still suffering that hell after they have children. I feel sorry for the poor witch that is forced to marry you. What will she do when you forget the time of month and you are rude to her. Hopefully, she will have you whipped by then. Give the poor girl my phone number when she needs her therapy sessions."

"Fine, I believe you. Just please stop talking. You can do that can't you? Or are you incapable of shutting your trap?"

"Well anyway, I think we should get to bed and setup that prefect schedule tomorrow. If that's alright with you, of course." I say this with a scowl and a hateful look in my eye.

"That's fine, I have to be up early anyway. Night, …Rosie." I hate that nickname, why do people use it when I have said I don't like it?

I head upstairs to unpack my trunk and get ready for the next day.

My Quidditch gear is placed with care into my closet next to my muggle clothes, and I fold up my extra school uniforms. On my desk, I unpack my books, quills, ink pots, and parchment. My muggle alarm clock is set on the bedside table and I set out the pictures that I brought of my family. Some from a trip last summer to the French coast with Roxy, Lily, Lyra, Dom, and Lauren, a photo of my parents and brother, and I have a muggle photo with my Pa and Gam.

Next, I have an extended Weasley/Potter Clan family photo. Finally, I place a photo of Malfoy, Albus, and I after de-gnoming the Burrow garden. We threw mud at each other and I hit Malfoy in the chest after which he said, overly dramatic as always, "Rose, you wound me so. I shalt not survive another day without your cure. A red rose from that red hair." That was one of the few times Malfoy had been able to make me laugh.

Lazily, I head to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and braid my hair. Casting a makeup removal charm to clean off the small amount of makeup that I applied today, I head back to my Gryffindor colored room and climb under the covers. I really want to be up early so I can go for a run. I haven't been able to run in a few days and I need to stretch my legs.


Waking up at four a.m., I get dressed in my running shorts and sports bra. I quietly leave the tower, as to not wake Malfoy, and walk outside. I walk to the edge of the forest and look around to make sure I'm alone. Then, I head into the forest and start to run further into the woods until I can't be seen. If I am seen, then the whole school will know.

I think about a lioness for a couple of seconds and then I'm on four legs running through the Forbidden Forest. In this form, I am free of the human restrictions on life. The worries about school, pressure, and prejudice. Before you ask, I registered as an animagus during my 5th year and got permission from Headmistress McGonagall to go running early in the morning. The only people that know are my parents, Hugo, and Albus. I don't want people to know about this secret.

I know what I look like in this form because I stood in front of a mirror once. I have pale red fur and dark blue, almost black, eyes. I am not the biggest lioness since I am 5'4" as a human. As far as I know, I am the only animagus at Hogwarts.

As I run, I pick up a new scent. It smells like me, but male. What in the name of Merlin is that smell? I follow the scent to its origin of the smell and I find him. A pale blonde, large male lion. His head jerks when I step on a twig. He growls and steps forward, asserting his dominance. I look at him and lie down, a sign of peace. He stares at me, not knowing what to do. Cautiously, the lion lays down a few meters away from me. We stay there, staring and studying each other for a while.

Of all the signs that expose an animagus, unnatural coloring is the most common. And this is very unnatural. Judging by his size and mane, he is around my age too. I doubt many students at Hogwarts have the ability or patience to become an animagus. I don't want to agitate him though because he might strike or run.

I step closer to smell him. He stiffens as I lean in and smell his mane. He smells like mint, lemon, and honey. I feel him sniff me as well, putting his nose by my ear.

I need to get back to the tower in order to shower. When I turn to leave, he tries to follow. I look at him, confusion and anger flaring up. This lion doesn't own me. I growl and bare my teeth. He seems to understand, so he turns and heads deeper into the forest. Following suit, I start running towards the school as fast as I can. When I reach the edge of the tree line, I search for early morning students. I get lucky and find none. Quickly, I change back and start walking towards the castle.

Reaching the tower, I grab a towel and head towards the bathroom. As I turn the handle, the door opens and I find a wet Malfoy, with a towel wrapped just below his hips. We both turn slightly pink, and I slip past him into the bathroom to take a shower.

Just when I start closing the door, he murmurs to himself, "merde, pas encore!" He whimpers quietly and heads to his room. What the fucking hell was that? When I get out of the shower, he's gone. The tower is empty. How strange.


"Merde, pas encore!"means, "Shit, not again!" in French. I wonder who the ALBINO, GREY-EYED, MALE lion is? I just needed a way to introduce animagi in a non-cheesy way. At least I hope it's not cheesy. Au revoir.