July 12th, Friday

Embarrassing occurrences: 2; changes in my hormone production: countless; new ideas for battle cry: 1; loud curses Molly would make me eat soap for: about 17, not counting the ones in French, Italian and Romanian

Started the day in the greatest way possible: By bleeding in my bed and then realizing that, naturally, there were no female hygiene products in a male household. This was just so whatI don't need in the morning. So I charmed my bed and pyjamas clean and called down the hall towards the girls' room:

"Hey, lazy girls, one of you has to run down to the chemist's and get me tampons, immediately." Guess who didn't hear me? The girls.

Guess who did hear me and came out of his room with a confused frown on his face just to double over laughing at the look of utter horror on my handsome features? The man of the hour. By the time Remus was finished pointing at me and laughing his ass off (really, you should think the man was 17, not 37), Hermione had finally bothered to get up, collect my money and angry curses and head out to the chemist's. Trying to make an exit where I could at least save part of my dignity, I threatened Remus that if he didn't shut up, I'd shove some tampons up his … anatomy. It didn't work. He just collapsed again. Retired to my room to sulk. But this is not over yet. Werewolves of 12 Grimmauld Place, beware.

Later

Oh. My. God.

I saw him shirtless again, and almost started drooling. You see, I had to go to the loo, and I had even checked to see if the hall was empty before I left my room, but then he came out of the bathroom wearing only slacks, his hair still wet and dripping tiny droplets of water onto his torso… He was sooo sexy, he looked like God's gift to women. I just stood there for what seemed like hours trying not to drool all over my shirt. Sigh! I'm gone, I'm totally gone.

Ten minutes later

Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with me. I just woke up from the drooling state and realized how horribly, horribly stupid I must have looked outright staring at him. Woman, where's that finesse! Besides, I've already seen him shirtless, but that didn't knock my brains out, did it? AAAHHHH!

Another ten minutes later

I just figured out why I completely lost it at the sight of Remus shirtless: It's that time of the month, of course my hormones are going crazy. I probably would've reacted that way to any man! (Except for Snape and Moody, of course.)

Am immensely relieved.

Though I am afraid I will still find him incredibly dishy once my hormone level goes back to normal.

Hah, I just realized that my current horniness (is that a word?) gives the sentence "Werewolves of 12 Grimmauld Place, beware!" an entirely new meaning.

I should make that my battle cry.

A/N: Thank you all for reviewing! I have to admit I can only update so fast because i had large parts of the story already written. Once I run out of stock, the updating will slow down.