Night
A/N - I kind of imagine that in the Wizarding world, they have better products for… this, but, as Hannah hasn't got any with her, she has to use Muggle… the kind they sell at the 24 hour.
"Hannah! Hannah, wake up!"
"Neville?" I mumble sleepily, trying to sit up. "What is it?"
"Hannah, I think you've cut yourself or something," he says, looking panicked. "You're bleeding loads!"
"What?" I say, still not entirely sure what's going on. "I don't think-"
Puzzled, I reach down to touch the sheets and when I look at them, they're covered in blood.
And so are my pyjama bottoms.
Registering the pains in my stomach, but nowhere else, I jump up from the bed, scarlet-faced.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I squeak, trying not to look at him.
"What?" says Neville urgently. "Hannah, where've you hurt yourself?"
"I haven't hurt myself," I tell him, going even redder.
"But there's blood all over the bed."
"It's… my monthly friend," I say, swallowing and close to tears. "It's come a few days early."
"Monthly…? OH," says Neville, turning even redder than me.
I suddenly notice that he's got a stain on his own pyjamas, presumably from hugging me.
"I'm sorry," I wail, starting to cry. "I've got… your sheets all… all bloody and… your pyjamas… and…"
"Hannah, it's alright," says Neville, vaulting over the bed and hugging me. "S'alright, don't cry!"
Sniffing, I wipe my eyes on the back of my hand.
"I think I'd better go home," I mumble. "I need to get… I mean, I don't have…"
"Hannah, you can't," Neville reminds me. "We've got to go to Laura and Michael's wedding in the morning."
I groan, hiding my face in my hands.
"Oh Merlin," I mutter. "Well, I suppose I'd better run out to the 24 hour…"
"I'll go," offers Neville, though turning a little pale at the thought.
"Neville…" I protest.
"You can't go out all covered in blood," he points out. "Plus, I think I could have been a little more subtle."
I laugh, and finally look Neville in the eye.
"Thank you, Neville," I say weakly.
***
Ten minutes later, I'm sitting in the bathroom, clean and I hear the door click shut.
"Hannah?" calls Neville.
"I'm in the bathroom," I call back, and, a second later, there's a knock on the door.
"Come in," I tell him.
Neville comes into the bathroom, red-faced and silently hands me a small package.
"Thank you," I say again, my own cheeks turning pink.
Neville grins at me, and leaves me to change.
"Neville," I say, beckoning him over.
He looks wary, but comes closer.
"You handled it better than Lupin," I whisper into his ear, and Neville starts to laugh.