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                  Was a flat-out terrible lie

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AN: The first part of this chapter kinda disturbed me while I wrote it...O. I mean, it's not everyday you have to write about a girl changing her napkin....

By the way, I know they don't have uniforms in the book but I made them wear uniforms anyway. ^_^

Chapter Six: Napkins and Briefs

It was made in a way that allowed the wearer to jump around and act as if nothing was happening. They were of a soft texture; colored white and had wings on the side. Many absorbent pores lay scattered around it, making it almost impossible for blood to stain women's clothes.

Napkins.

Draco hated that word. He hated the actual object even more. He despised those infernal feminine products down to the very deepest depths of his cold, black heart.

Unfortunately, glaring at it with burning anger didn't help. He still had to wear it. He suddenly cursed himself for going into the Potions Classroom last night. He cursed himself even more for being so careless. He cursed himself for tripping, resulting in the potions falling on him, leaving him in his current situation. Most of all, he cursed the very cause of him doing all of that.

This is all Weasley and Potter's fault, he thought angrily. If it weren't for our stupid arguments, I wouldn't have felt the need to think up of a prank Draco was so pissed that he actually kind of regretted having the war between him and the two. Take note: kind of.

"Hey, you alright in there?" Hermione called from outside the cubicle.

Draco frowned and glanced at his watch; he's been in there for about 5 minutes already, and had nothing accomplished. He again stared down at the infuriating thing in his hands.

How the heck do I put it on? Draco twisted the object in his hands in every angle possible, thinking of different possibilities. He then recalled that Hermione had shown him how, though using her hand as an example.

"Wear your underwear so it'll be easier," she had suggested. "Hold it at a vertical angle then pull the pieces of paper off." She yanked the papers off. "Doing so will reveal the adhesive part. You then stick it onto your underwear like this," she finished as she stuck the offending napkin onto the palm and wrist of her left hand. "Understand?" she asked, once she was done demonstrating.

Draco nodded.

"Good," Hermione sighed heavily, making a gagging face. She then tore the napkin from her palm. "I should have used something else instead of my hand..." she muttered.

Draco sighed then pulled down his underwear and was terrified at the sight. Blood was everywhere and a certain smell wafted past his nostrils. He grimaced. The smell was highly malodorous.

"Yeah - Not really, no. No, I'm not," Draco replied, trying to look away from the red substance. He tried to recall the spell but realized that he had forgotten it. "What's the spell again?"

Hermione told him the spell and explained the proper pronunciation. She told him sternly about what might happen if he said it the wrong way. Draco gulped. He didn't plan to have blisters all over his privates, female or not.

After freeing himself of the infernal sight and scent, he remembered that he was still wearing his underwear, which was for males. He made a mental note to force his godfather to help him buy female's lingerie. After storing that in his head, he finally removed the paper from the napkin, revealing the adhesive part underneath.

Hermione fixed the now blood-less robe in her arms before asking again, "Sure you don't need any help?"

Draco sighed then replied that he, or rather, she, was fine. His pride prevented him from expressing his gratitude for her concern. I'm not thankful! he scolded himself.

He returned his attention to the matter at hand. Slowly, he lowered it down until its bottom stuck to his underwear. He then pried his fingers from the sticky substance and moved to remove the paper from the so-called 'wings' of the cursed napkin. He discarded the pieces of paper into the waste bin then folded the 'wings' back, completely attaching the feminine object onto his underwear.

"Done," he sighed heavily.

He gently slipped his underwear back on, making sure that it had a secure fit. He stood up then bent down, reaching for his pants and pulling them up. Once he had buttoned and zipped them closed, he yanked the two ends of the belt towards each other, realizing again how much smaller his waist was. He tightened the belt, locking it at the third to the last hole. He pulled his loose sweater down to cover the belt and how loose his pants really were.

"Finally, you're done!" Hermione exclaimed as Draco exited the cubicle and walked up to one of the sinks.

"It's not as comfortable as you make it seem," the Slytherin muttered under his breath, though loud enough for Hermione to hear.

The Gryffindor shrugged. "It's actually far from comfortable, but you get used to it," she replied then looked at his back. "Did you notice that your pants still have the stain?"

Draco frowned as he turned on the tap, making sure to put it on cold. "No. Do you mind removing it for me?"

"Not at all," Hermione replied and cast the spell. She then noticed the belt that Draco was wearing, which was uncovered when he bent down at the sink. "By the way, why are you wearing pants? They seem awfully loose on you..."

The blonde paused. "Well...er...I didn't have the Hogwarts uniform...yet...and my...cousin...had left a set of his uniforms," he finally replied.

Hermione took the loss of words as embarrassment for wearing the uniform of a cousin, who was a different gender no less, instead of a hastily thought of lie. "Oh. Okay...That explains the sweater as well."

"Yeah," Draco said as he washed his hands thoroughly, the horrid sight returning to him. He shook his head then dried his dripping wet hands on his pants, a habit he never got rid of. He turned to Hermione, who threw him his robes.

Hermione checked her watch as Draco put his robes on. "Hurry! We have 10 minutes to get to 'Care of Magical Creatures'!" she exclaimed.

Draco smirked, slipping his arm through a sleeve. "Why in such a hurry? Is the - is your teacher strict?" he immediately covered that up, almost letting his insult out. Damn, he cursed. I have to be nice...? he shuddered at the thought of giving respect to those kind of people.

"No," Hermione replied, picking up her bag from the floor. "He's actually far from strict. I'm just excited to see what kind of creature Hagrid has this time. He said I wouldn't want to miss this class," she added then looked thoughtful. "But then again, Hagrid has a weird sense of fun and interest..."

Draco nodded as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "So...Who is this Hagrid?" he asked as they exited the bathroom.

"He's a half giant. Don't worry, he's safe," Hermione described with a smile. "I'm sure you'll like his class. Unless of course, if you're like your cousin and the other Slytherins, then you probably won't."

"Maybe my cousin's right about him," Draco protested, defending himself as well.

"Nonsense!" Hermione huffed. "Hagrid's a great person!"

Draco raised an indignant eyebrow. "I'll see for myself," he replied as he pushed the entrance doors open. The morning light streamed into the entrance hall and Draco squinted his eyes as he waited for Hermione to reply.

Hermione put her hand up, partially blocking her eyes from the blinding light. "Well, I can't make you change your decision," she sighed. "But at least promise me that you won't make it difficult for him? He really likes this job."

The Slytherin smirked as he shrugged, diverting his attention from the Gryffindor to the half-giant standing amongst a sea of seemingly eager students. A sneer formed on his face as he spotted his housemates.

"We'll see..."

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