A/N: 'Herm' is supposed to be crossed out!
Dear Herm Henry,
He's come home dear. We will be coming to bring you home soon. Enclosed is something I think you will need, but forgot to bring to school.
Sincerely,
Mum
What a short, dumb letter, Draco thought. I wonder what he forgot to bring? Grinning at the possibilities, he pulled a small, yellow package from the envelope. Well, hope this has something interesting to prove, the boy thought. Carefully, Draco unwrapped the parcel. White pads fell from the torn paper, leaving him befuddled.
"What the hell are these? Oversized tissues?" Draco cursed under his breath, throwing the pads to the ground.
"Hey there!" Draco turned to see a red-faced prefect striding towards him. "Pick that up right now! And what are you doing loitering in the halls? Don't you have a class to be in?"
Hastily, Malfoy grabbed the 'tissues' and stuffed them into his pockets. Ignoring the prefect, who was still rambling on, he ran down the hall. He was late for Potions.
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Henry was busily chopping ingredients, when Draco slid into the seat beside him. "Hello Malfoy."
"Hello Granger," Draco replied, half-pleased and half-surprised at the greeting. "And what potion are we brewing today?"
"Look at the board Malfoy," he replied coldly. "Then help me grab those roots. We need to drop those in the cauldron first."
"Yes, ma'am," Malfoy sneered as he dropped the roots into the steaming pot.
Henry stiffened at the name, but continued chopping. All of a sudden,
"Granger! You're bleeding!"
Henry looked down, and an expression of horror crossed his face. In all the excitement of coming to Hogwarts, he had forgotten to pack the pads for his monthly cycle! Struggling to keep his voice calm, he replied,
"I must have scraped my leg or something."
"Oh," Draco muttered pulling something from his pocket. "Well, aren't you going to help me clean it up? You've turned your chair red."
Henry didn't move.
"At least get off the chair!"
Henry hopped off the stool, a similar shade of crimson coloring his face. "Sorry."
He watched silently as Draco began wiping the chair. Slowly, the white of the tissue turned pink. "Throw this out for me, will you?" Draco hopped onto the chair, hand outstretched. "I don't really understand how a scrape from your leg could leave blood on the seat of you chair but, whatever." Sighing, he used his right hand to toss a couple more ingredients into the hissing steam.
He didn't see Henry's mouth drop. He didn't see Snape's expression twist from sour to amused, and walk over to them. Until he spoke,
"Mr. Malfoy, does this item belong to you?" the professor asked, grabbing the pink pad from Draco's hand.
"Uh, yeah," Draco answered the confusion thick in his voice. Was there something the others knew about the tissues he had found that he didn't?
"Then come with me Mr. Malfoy. We need to go see Dumbledore."
Dear Herm Henry,
He's come home dear. We will be coming to bring you home soon. Enclosed is something I think you will need, but forgot to bring to school.
Sincerely,
Mum
What a short, dumb letter, Draco thought. I wonder what he forgot to bring? Grinning at the possibilities, he pulled a small, yellow package from the envelope. Well, hope this has something interesting to prove, the boy thought. Carefully, Draco unwrapped the parcel. White pads fell from the torn paper, leaving him befuddled.
"What the hell are these? Oversized tissues?" Draco cursed under his breath, throwing the pads to the ground.
"Hey there!" Draco turned to see a red-faced prefect striding towards him. "Pick that up right now! And what are you doing loitering in the halls? Don't you have a class to be in?"
Hastily, Malfoy grabbed the 'tissues' and stuffed them into his pockets. Ignoring the prefect, who was still rambling on, he ran down the hall. He was late for Potions.
---
Henry was busily chopping ingredients, when Draco slid into the seat beside him. "Hello Malfoy."
"Hello Granger," Draco replied, half-pleased and half-surprised at the greeting. "And what potion are we brewing today?"
"Look at the board Malfoy," he replied coldly. "Then help me grab those roots. We need to drop those in the cauldron first."
"Yes, ma'am," Malfoy sneered as he dropped the roots into the steaming pot.
Henry stiffened at the name, but continued chopping. All of a sudden,
"Granger! You're bleeding!"
Henry looked down, and an expression of horror crossed his face. In all the excitement of coming to Hogwarts, he had forgotten to pack the pads for his monthly cycle! Struggling to keep his voice calm, he replied,
"I must have scraped my leg or something."
"Oh," Draco muttered pulling something from his pocket. "Well, aren't you going to help me clean it up? You've turned your chair red."
Henry didn't move.
"At least get off the chair!"
Henry hopped off the stool, a similar shade of crimson coloring his face. "Sorry."
He watched silently as Draco began wiping the chair. Slowly, the white of the tissue turned pink. "Throw this out for me, will you?" Draco hopped onto the chair, hand outstretched. "I don't really understand how a scrape from your leg could leave blood on the seat of you chair but, whatever." Sighing, he used his right hand to toss a couple more ingredients into the hissing steam.
He didn't see Henry's mouth drop. He didn't see Snape's expression twist from sour to amused, and walk over to them. Until he spoke,
"Mr. Malfoy, does this item belong to you?" the professor asked, grabbing the pink pad from Draco's hand.
"Uh, yeah," Draco answered the confusion thick in his voice. Was there something the others knew about the tissues he had found that he didn't?
"Then come with me Mr. Malfoy. We need to go see Dumbledore."