Feminiminimity
"Hullo Padma," Goyle growled at the site of his victim of love. Making.
Padma turned around and called him the most affectionate, unreadable words under the sun.
"Will I be seeing you after dinner?" Goyle asked gently, afraid to scare her off, she was so gentle and loving, the more he saw her, the more he walked on air.
Padma frowned, " I can't… I'm sorry…" She looked down at his tie, a tinge of pink topping her cheeks. She looked embarrassed.
" Did I do something wrong, Padma?" Goyle hoped that he hadn't harmed her from the last time they met. He definitely didn't want to see her like this, maybe she was embarrassed to be with him?
"No! It's not you, silly!" Padma immediately embraced him and assured him that he hadn't done anything wrong.
Releif poured down on Greg, and he slowly wrapped his arms around her back, feeling her bra strap, he smirked.
"Then, what is it?" Greg asked, still worried.
Padma lifted her head up from his chest and her cheeks were flushed once again. "I'm having my … time of the month, Greg."
He looked down on her brown hair with confusion. Time of the month? What does that mean?
Greg asked honestly, "What does that mean?"
Padma smiled, "it's a woman thing, I'm sure Blaise knows, but now, let's just go take a walk, okay?"
Greg grinned, "okay", he was looking forward to spending the day with her at hogsmeade, anyways. "But are you sure you want to wear a skirt in the snow? Won't you get cold?"
"Not if I'm with you." She cooed, and wrapping her fingers in his beefy hands.
………..
Greg, entered the Slytherin Common room, feeling the warmness radiating from the fireplace.
In his hand he held the blue book and sat beside Draco on a black leather couch.
Draco sniffed, he was in a bad mood ever since he had that bloody cold. Greg chuckled, that Ginny Weasley really knew how to get to Malfoy, she somehow managed to first, wrap Draco around her finger, toy with him, and not even let him touch her skirt.
Now, Draco was suffering from the affects from the snowball fight that was intiated by Ginny Weasley.
Draco was starting to act like a desperate virgin.
But he looked like a sickening tramp, wrapped in a black velvet blanket sniffling on the couch beside Greg, with hot chocolate on the table.
A tramp with class.
Greg opened the Blue book and began to flip though the pages.
"What are you doing Goyle? Are you reading?" Draco barked.
"Yes," Goyle said forgiving the Queen beside him.
"What's this? "The Wizard's Handbook to Women." May I ask why you're reading this?" Draco demanded, as always.
"Padma told me it was her "time of the month," said it was a women thing." Greg answered.
Draco couldn't answer. He was dying from coughing. Which was the causation of laughing.
Greg beagan to understand this… period thing until he reached menopause. He frowned and flipped to the "M" section and looked up Menopause.
"…the ceasing of menstruation or the period in a woman's life ; causing anger, crying, frustration, constant temper tantrums, break downs, snapping back, and mood swings. Why Draco, I think you have Menopause!"
Draco scowled at Greg, but his face stayed calm and collected.