The pain spread through your abdomen, as you clutched onto the hot water bottle that you held to your stomach to attempt to alleviate some of the pain you felt. It was horrific and never got easier. You'd assume that each month it would become better and better, until it was a mild inconvenience however it seemed that the pain was only developing into something worse as the months passed.

Remus brought you a cup of tea, that he swore helped wonders after his times of the month, whilst also allowing you access to his chocolate stash that he never allowed anyone to go near, not even his boyfriend. Sirius was surprisingly nice to you too. He had raided as many pillows and blankets to make sure you were happily snuggled up on the sofa in the common room. James on the other hand just seemed to sit in the arm chair, looking rather unhappy.

Your werewolf friend, gave you a soft smile, moving your tea to the coffee table so you didn't spill it.

"How do you feel?" He asked softly.

Instead of words you let out a groan of agony, wanting to express how horrible your period was to the three boys whom would never have to experience it- granted Remus had it worse with the full moon.

"It'll be okay," he smiled, moving your hair from your forehead.

"Why are you more caring about her than me?" Sirius whined.

"Because she's in a lot of pain, you are a pain," Remus clarified.

Sirius continued to pout whilst James still looked pale and as though he was going to pass out.

You let out another groan. "It looks like I killed a man with my thighs."

Sirius laughed as did Remus, but James' eyes became wider and his face became paler clearly looking rather disgusted about the statement.

"You aright Prongs?" Sirius asked.

"Peachy," he whispered in response.

You couldn't help but smile at the curly haired man whom seemed as though he had never heard a woman speak about her menstrual cycle before.

"Honestly it looks like a murder scene down there, it isn't pleasant," you stated, focusing on James' expression.

It instantly fell more whilst he rose from his seat.

"Um... I'm going to go... I'm going," he didn't explain where, but he quickly made his way from the common room, leaving through the painting to get away from the period talk, leaving the three of you to laugh at his idiocy.

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