Chapter 25
It was the week before Christmas break was set to start, and instead of going to any of her classes, Hermione had snuck off to thirteen with her heating pad. Even pain potions didn't help with the incredibly painful cramps she got with her monthly, so hiding away to suffer was her solution. PCOS was a bitch, making her cycles inconsistent and when they did come, they were typically crippling.
As much as she loved listening to her roommate, Padma, endlessly talk about, well whatever the girl was always going on about, Hermione was grateful for an escape. And with everyone taking their midterms (Hermione had made other arrangements with Flitwick, who agreed rather quickly the moment the words' period and cramps came out of her mouth) thirteen was completely empty.
Hermione closed her eyes and attempted to sleep, but the pain in her abdomen was too great and instead she found herself tossing and turning, desperate for any relief. She hardly reacted when the door crashed open, revealing a disgruntled Draco and Theo.
"So, just skipping class without telling anyone now?" Theo asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he stormed into the room. "Not even bloody Potter knew where you'd gotten off to!"
"And yet, here you are, bothering me," Hermione deadpanned, rolling over, clutching the heating pad to her abdomen. "So, you've confirmed I'm alive nor did I run away from school. Now, if you could kindly–"
"Kindly what? You think you can just up and disappear without any consequences!?" Theo shouted, finally pushing a very hormonal and irritated Hermione to her limit.
Sitting up faster than she typically reacted, Hermione grabbed the bedside lap and threw it towards the wall closest to Theo. "OUT!" She yelled pointing her finger at the doorway Draco still stood in. Both boys instantly realized they'd made a mistake as the heavy item crashed to the ground.
"I'm on my god damn period and it's fucking painful! I'm sitting for the fucking midterms tomorrow when I can actually concentrate! Now, unless either of you have a chocolate milkshake hidden in your bag you can both kindly fuck off!" Hermione grabbed a framed photograph, chucking it at the now motionless boys, shocking them into running from the room.
Burrowing herself back into the blankets, clutching the warmth to her aching uterus, Hermione began to cry tears of frustration at the idiots she called her own.
Sometime later, she was awoken to a cool hand brushing her curls from her face. Hermione slowly blinked, looking up into the sapphire eyes that made her melt. When he smiled softly at her, Hermione had the urge to kiss him, but also punch him in the nose.
"If you don't have that milkshake," she began to threaten, her voice heavy with sleep, but he quickly held up the cup in his hand, making her calm slightly. "I know you didn't wake me up from a nap for only a milkshake," she scolded, lifting her head slightly.
A fruit basket, a bag of chips, chicken nuggets, chocolate bars, and muffins were spread out on the top of one of the dressers in the room. Hermione looked up at Theo, narrowing her eyes, before looking back at the odd arrangement of food he'd gathered for her. "You're welcome to stay, I suppose," she told him, holding a hand out for the milkshake before pulling the covers back over her head. "Just don't expect to be getting in this bed with me, Theodore Nott. It's a crime scene in my uterus, and I'm not entertaining your shenanigans today."
"Wouldn't dream of it my queen," he said, chuckling to himself. "I'm a prat, and I only live to serve you, consider this my apology for overreacting."
Had she not felt like garbage, Hermione might have corrected him and insisted he know his own worth. As it was, however, Hermione just took a sip of her milkshake and hummed happily to herself. Maybe there was hope for these idiots after all.
A/N: up next, Christmas in the Granger/Potter house