Author's Note: Fun time! Lucius buying tampons!
Ok, thanks again for all people who reviewed. Chapter 9 was written in 45 minutes. It's just a complentary bonus. A 'meanwhile'.
Here's a new chapie and I'm totall spacing out, so the answers are rather short and badly written. Never mix G&Ts with Tequila. And white wine.
Don't be too angry or confused with my answers.
Kittykat: Thank you. I'm happy my writing is different.
Kitty: (I don't know if Kittykat and Kitty are the same person) Humm... There's a few other twists coming up. Some of them you definitly wouldn't have expected.
The-Sexy-Flower: Like said, quickly written chapter, the chapter n°9. I tried out a new style that came out very clumsly. I hope this one is better.
Bianca: Thank you so very much! Your review is lovely and I'm happy that my fic is actually provoking deeper thoughts. I'm also happy that the dimension I try to put in this fic reaches you.
Whogirl: You're right! From now on, I'd try to update more.
EnchatedLight: New Chapter.
Gingitsune Wings: I have no idea what my dream was about, really. Here's a new chapter. I also found my las chapter quite funny. Hehe... I could just imagine Lucius whining like a toddler. That actualy reminds me of one story from my early childhood: My cousin (7 years) told me when I was a little girl (5 years) that when a girl hit puberty, her breasts started bleeding. Goosh, this was random.
JerseySaint19: Double updates are GOOD! I shoudl do it moreoften, hummm?
CareBearErin: Oh yes, I have to admit I took things quite far by making Lucius have sex with a corpse. But it's also very symbolic: it makes a huge impact on you when you read and realize it. I don't like it when people make kidnappings sound easy; they're not. Human connections (not connexions) are never simple. Fics, or books and movies in general, have the bad tendency of making people say stuff and understand situations they wouldn't figure out in real life.
Ooooh! And I hate it how people; girls, forget about the menstrual cycle! It's a huge part of our lives. No one ever mentions it! NEVER!
Oh, and I meant 'plask'. Not 'splash'. When you're angry, you hit the water violently and it goes 'plask'. The 'k' makes it sound angry. I love making up words.
Earth Guide: Yes, yes it's rare to find people coming up with a girl's periods. Here's anew chapter. Sorry, I was in London on vacation and partyed quite baaaaadly. I had to recover from it and now I'm back on the computer. The next chapter comes soon.
Anna: Yea, chpater 9 is far from being good. Poo.
Oh yeah, before the fic goes on.
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My Dirty Little Secret
Lucius watched his fingers in awe: they were covered in her blood. Hermione had been so angry with him that she had bombarded him with soap bars until he left her alone in her bath. He had to comply and exited quickly.
Maybe this was the 'Women's Mystery'; he with his old fashioned, slightly naïve way, believed stupidly it was a woman's psyche.
Lucius rushed off to Hermione's storage room. It was a room entirely dedicated to Hermione; pictures, articles talking about her; the clothes she wore, the sheets she slept in, even the water she bathed in. Everything that was hers; everything. He had the perversion of watching her sleep; he took pictures of her then. She was at her most innocent then, her most beautiful. When her guard was down and she was simply…a girl.
He wiped his fingers carefully on a white cloth which he put on jar. He slowly marked the date on it before storing it on an empty shelf. Something more he could keep that was hers. Although his fingers were clean now, they still smelled like her. He couldn't help but to remember the feeling of it all. Now he felt the desire of feeling once more. A stupid carnal feeling.
Now he wondered what to do. He needed to get her something to stop the bleeding; but since it was a natural thing, no potion he knew could stop it. This meant one thing: time to go for a trip in the Muggle world.
Lucius put on a pair of long johnsons (the only thing akin a pair of trousers he owned), a shirt and a long robe which looked like a coat on. He took his purse and walking cane and left with his cheeks red. How the hell was he supposed to survive this? How was he going to explain this? How, how, how? His Slytherin senses told him to let the girl find her own solution; his other side told him to go and get her 'tampons' and whatever else she needed.
Besides, Hermione's disappearance has been signalled in the Muggle world as well; better not let her out. He couldn't just let her bleed; how long was it going to take? She might have explained her whole menstruation cycle briefly, yet Lucius had no idea just how long it would take. Days- weeks?
He walked briskly out, fighting the October morning. His pace was quick but alert. Arriving at the Manor's gates, he opened them and departed quickly into the small forest which bordered the nearest muggle village.
He was an unusual figure, but they knew him. His appearance wouldn't be found too strange; he went down there once in a while. A young artist, a very talented woman, lived there and Lucius visited her each month once. Her paintings were pretty and bright, peaceful lines painted on leaves and dried flowers.
Lucius passed always by the tiny store there was and brought her flowers. The man who held the shop loved flowers and combined his grocery store with a flower store. The bouquets were lovely and the man who held the shop liked Lucius. He was an imposing figure, tall and thin, but he lost of his seriousness once you saw the tights he wore.
The shopkeeper was very surprised to se Lucius so early in the morning: he was stamping on place just as if he needed to use the toilets very badly. He was the first customer today; he was there even before old Edna, an old granny who had came to the shop ten minutes precisely after it opened.
He was surprised to see Lucius so early in the morning. Especially since he walked pass the flower arrangement and walked straight to the hygiene section, his face set tighter and angrier than ever before. He heard him rummage through shelves, letting things drop and hissing curses under his breath.
The shopkeeper itched to go over and ask if he needed help. But it would be too indiscreet. So he did what every tattletale did: send someone else to spy on Lucius. He had the perfect candidate for that: his niece. She was a grumpy teenager with bad skin hidden under white pasty make-up and facial piercings. He didn't need to tell her; she was attracted to Lucius like a moth to a flame.
She strolled towards him dragging a wet mop with her.
She could have never guessed the scene that was unfolding in front of her. The cool, white-blonde haired man with a long coat was holding in his arms… the whole rack of feminine hygiene in his arms.
"- What the-….?"
The noise was raspy, sharp, high pitched and slow. It was horrible enough to a normal ear to hear; imagine Lucius's hypersensitive hearing. He dropped everything he had managed to balance in his arms to cover her ears. If he thought that Narcissa had a bad voice, he had never met this girl. Oh my, wasn't there a law against such people?
The shopkeeper, hearing the noise and his rude niece's unpleasant nasal noise rushed to see what had happened. He froze like his niece had, watching tampons of various sizes and hygienic pads littering the floor. The detail that shocked them the most however, was the packet of knickers he held in his hands.
What the hell was going on?
"- Excuse my niece, her voice is kind of unpleasant…"
That was an understatement. Lucius nodded and slowly bent down to pick up the pads and tampons, face blushing for some odd reason.
"- Who are does for?" she sounded like she was the possessor of a bad cold.
Lucius shuddered in pain again. What an ugly voice, horrible! Hideous! His Slytherin senses had prepared a ready story he let flow from his mouth naturally.
"- My own niece; her period started."
"- Well, I don't think she needs so much hygienic stuff. You have enough tampons to last a year with."
Lucius was taken aback from this new piece of information. Well, it was good to know. The shopkeeper gave him a little basket and he threw the products there along a pair of frilly pink knickers. He bought those on a whim for Hermione. The underwear she had used underneath her skirt had been a shocking shade of scarlet.
As Lucius was paying, old Edna passed the door with her rollator, casting a long look at Lucius. Lucius was looking rather interestedly at the shining contraption she was using to walk. It was a think looking like a metallic praying chair on wheels.
"- Does those things exist for paralyzed people as well?"
Lucius pointed at the rollator, earning a smile from old Edna. Finally someone who showed some interest in her old condition!
"- No, I fear only wheelchair exist for paralyzed people. But there are special training centres where they use things like parallel bars to train people's upper body. "
Lucius nodded. Using muggle methods would be the best thing to do. For now, he was still under heavy Ministry surveillance. Kidnapping a Healer would surely bring Aurors to the Manor. And go and ask for one was out of question: in no time the Order would know where Hermione was.
So the only thing he could do was using muggle replacements. Now he had to find a wheelchair. Whatever that was. Judging by the name, it was a chair with wheels. But you never knew what muggles meant with their words. They call an aubergine 'eggplant'. Elevator didn't only go up, but down as well: ridiculous! He had better find one of those wheel chairs and just steal it like a good Slytherin he was.
"- May I know why you ask?"
Lucius had zoomed out. He grabbed the two plastic bags with feminine personal hygiene and girly knickers before answering.
"- My niece has broken her leg, but she's so clumsy she hurt her foot yesterday night. I don't want her to exhaust her arms too much." He tried to act the over protective uncle- the woman nodded, smiling, not hearing half of what he said.
"- Go to the hospital; they'll lend you one."
Lucius nodded and exited the shop, walking away briskly in the wind, two plastic bags in stark contrast with his cloths. He walked in to the only pharmacist of the village, annoyed to see how much people there was there. But then, his eyes were solicited by a shiny thing in a corner.
It looked like a pressed together cage like stool. On wheels! HA! A wheelchair! Success! Lucius walked towards it, grabbed it and just left the store as quickly as he came, concealing the shiny thing underneath the two plastic bags. It had happened so quickly no one really registered what happened.
Outside, Lucius rushed quickly back to the forest, double checked no one was watching, and dissaparted silently back to the Malfoy Manor, quickly crossed the gate before peeking out to check if someone was guarding. No one there.
Lucius quickly rushed up to Hermione, plastic bag and knickers in hand. After he would master the wheelchair, he would give it to her.
Hermione's water was unpleasantly cold when he came back, excusing himself many times in a row. He charmed the water away and took off Hermione from the bath so he could refill it with fresh, warm water.
Hermione was slightly embarrassed by all this. She was for the first time naked in front of Lucius, who had noticed it quite quickly. He didn't touch her, but she could just feel his eyes on her, exploring her skin, always peeking at her pubis.
His hand was so suddenly between her legs it hurt. Blood had dripped on the floor. Hermione felt humiliated, insulted by her gender as he touched her. As he tried to pry his fingers into her, Hermione smacked him as hard as she could on his arm.
Lucius swore in pain. Hermione was now looking at him with such deep disgust he felt sorry. He already made the mistake once. He should have known better than try again. He picked her up by the armpits and put her in the bath, walking out from the bathroom, ears red.
As she called him back, she was dry and dressed in a clean nightgown. The pink underwear was visible through the material.
After that day, Lucius held himself at bay, going only to the bathroom when she was finished. A shelf in Hermione's storage room stared slowly to get filled with her own periodic blood. What was more personal than that?
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Post Note: Hehehe.. How disgusting can one be:)
