A /N: So, I know I said the first chapter would be it, and I only posted this last night, but once again I went to work on another story and this kept nagging at me. So, I've decided to just keep writing it and hopefully be able to work on my other story as well.
I sit up in bed, feeling sick. I'm still in my clothes and as I push myself up so that I'm sitting I have to hold in a small gasp of pain. I grab my wand off my nightstand, and use it to illuminate my bed. I reach by my bed for my books and then kick my covers off to go out to the common room. As I do I see blood staining my sheets. I get out quickly yanking the blankets off my bed. There's clearly a blood stain on my sheets, and as I reach out to touch it it still feels slightly wet. I yank my robes up eyeing my pants and see blood on my crotch.
My hands start to shake, and I don't know what to do. I snatch up clean clothes and hurry out of the room. I start towards the bathroom, and walk right into someone. I step back, "I'm so sorry," I blush seeing a couple extricating themselves from each other.
"Hermione," Lavendar, our Prefect says. "What's wrong?" she eyes me. "Go on Jacob, we'll see each other later."
"Bye," he says walking away.
"What is it?"
"I um, I must have fallen asleep studying and I woke up and…" I trail off looking away.
"And?" she prompts.
"I think I started my period I don't know what to do," I say nearing tears now.
"Alright, come along," she holds out her hand and I take it. I follow her into the bathroom, where she has me put my clean clothes aside. "Go on and shower," she instructs. I step into the stall and undress.
"What about my dirty clothes?"
"Kick them out I'll magic them down to the cleaners," I do so watching them disappear in an instant. I shower trying to be quick but still clean myself all without letting her know that it hurt. She hands me my clean clothes and a pad instructing me on how to wear one. I struggle slightly but then get it. "How do you feel?" she asks when I'm dressed.
"Tired, sore possibly."
"You'll feel different at first. I'll help with your sheets," she says. I lead the way back to my dorm and she quickly peels the sheets off sending them away and producing new ones. "There's a stash of pads in the bathroom," she whispers to me. "Don't stay up too much later now. Classes start in a couple hours."
"Thank you," I say to the darkness after she's gone. I decide I should go check on the Polyjuice Potion, so I pack my stuff for my classes in the dark and make my way down to the bathroom on the third floor.
I'm sitting over it peering at my book when Ron and Harry come in a few hours later. "Hey," they seem out of breath. I don't look at them, just continue looking. "Have you been in here all day?"
"Yes," I say. "I'm worried we did something wrong."
"It should be done by next week, you said."
"This is complicated, alright?"
"Dumbledore talked to Harry about being the Heir of Slytherin."
"What happened?" I ask shocked.
"Justin and Nearly Headless Nick were attacked."
"Sir Nicholas?" I ask shocked.
"Yea, you would know that if you'd gone to classes."
"I didn't mean to," I say trying to concentrate. "I must have just lost track of time."
"We'll come back later, let's go we have Lockhart now," Harry and Ron say starting to pull me up.
"Wait!" I say pulling away from them. I pull the book closer but then stop, not seeing anything. "Never mind, I'll come," I follow them down the halls and stairs to Lockhart's room and can't help but stop outside of his room. I really don't want to go in.
"C'mon, last class with him for the holidays, you should be pining for him when we start up again," I force myself to go in with them, ignoring their shared glance. I sit in my usual spot and watch as Harry's dragged up to perform with Lockhart. I grip my desk feeling sick, and finally can't stand it. I grab my bag and run from the room my hand over my mouth.
I make it to the bathroom down the hall just in time to puke up stomach bile. I sit down and lean my head back against the stall taking deep breaths. I pull my bag to me and dump my books out seeing every one of Lockhart's signed in his big loopy writing. I start tearing out pages setting an entire book on fire, until I am surrounded by torn pieces of paper, and ash. I spend the next hour going back through and repairing the damage except for the burned book. I had no spells to undo that damage. Nor could I understand my sudden hatred for the books, the things I loved so dearly.
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