"Hermione?" Draco knocked tentatively on the bathroom door. She had been there for over an hour and he felt a little... well not worried... Oh, to hell with it. He was worried. He'd never really spent much time with girls. Of course there was his mother, but they mostly stayed in their separate wings of the manor, and there was Pansy, but she'd always been a clingy bitch and he'd never really cared for her. But Hermione. She was a piece of work. Smart, but a bit annoying, funny, but a Gryffindor, pretty, but a mudblood. And she had bitten him. Him, Draco Malfoy. If there was one thing he couldn't call her, it was a coward. Draco walked away from the silent bathroom door and got the ice cream out of the fridge. If he wanted to survive these next few days, he was going to have to be very careful.


Hermione wiped her nose and looked in the mirror. Her face was red and splotchy and she almost started to cry again at the sight of it. She took a few deep breaths and smoothed her hair down. She creaked open the door and walked quietly out into the living room. Draco was lying on the couch, studying a book, but looked up when she came in. His face didn't appear hostile, just kind of curious, and a bit worried. He sat up. "Are you...Can I, uh... Do you need anything? I, uh, got you some ice cream." He held out a large bowl of ice cream. Hermione cracked a smile smile at his awkwardness. Boys. Always trying to be manly and brave, but then someone got their period, or got pregnant and they froze up.

Hermione carefully stay on the couch next to Draco and accepted the ice cream. She took a bite. "Wha fwavor is dis?" She asked through a mouthful. He looked scared and his eyes widened. "What is it? Do you need some pain potion? I don't know-" Hermione nearly choked on her ice cream giggling. "No, I'm fine. But are you? You seem a little antsy." He shifted nervously in his seat. "Me? I'm, uh, I'm totally fine. Why shouldn't I be?" She smiled. "No reason. My uterus is just shedding it's inner lining. Nothing that should bother you. Unless you're afraid of blood." He stood up. "Um, I'm just gonna... Um. Leave." She winked. "Okay baby. Have-" She winced and dropped her bowl as a particularly large cramp rolled through her. Draco dropped to his knees at her side as she curled up in a ball.

"Shit, shit, shit. They did not teach us about this in that third year class. What should I do. Oh fuck, are you okay?" Hermione tried to keep from laughing at his total stress and confusion. "I think I'll live. Its not like its my first time." Draco blanched. "Godric, does this happen every month? That's... Wow." She rolled her eyes and sat up. "Yeah, whatever. You aren't even going through it so- shut up. I'm tired and I want pickles."


"So, where exactly are you taking me?" Draco padded down the corridor after Hermione."Shh! I'll show you when we get there." He pouted. "Rude." He stopped walking when Hermione turned around and walked back and forth three times, muttering something under her breath. He blinked. "What the-" Hermione dragged him inside. "Ta da! Welcome to the room of requirement."

Draco looked about the small, cosy room. It was very big, or impressive. Nust a living room with a sofa, a table and a weird looking black rectangle. He walked over to it and poked it, jumping back when it lit upm "Shit!" Hermione giggled. "It's supposed to do that. Now come sit and let me expose you to the joys of Jane Austen. "

A/N: Theme Tune for this chapter is the Bird and the Worm by Owl City.