Chapter 3
It had been days, and Draco thought he was going to lose it.
It had been days and Sirius Black still hated him, despite Draco not knowing what the fuck he had done to him.
He was managing to get along with everyone else; Tonks was easy to get along with, and Draco was actually starting to feel quite close to them. Once Draco had gotten used to his cheerfulness and realized it was genuine kindness he was offering, he had begun to feel quite close to Lupin as well. Hell, even Potter was being rather friendly. So why couldn’t he get Black to like him? Or at the very least tolerate him? Why did the man leave the room as soon as Draco walked in?
Everything had gone to hell that morning.
Draco had woken up feeling… odd. His stomach had been hurting last night, so he hadn’t eaten anything at dinner, but now he was starving. His unease increased when he looked to his clock and realized it was 11:00 in the morning- he couldn’t remember the last time he slept that late. With a frown, he got out of bed and entered the bathroom.
He did his business as usual, only to be greeted by a toilet filled with blood once he stood up.
This cannot be happening.
Draco knew about periods- Pansy had always been complaining about hers back at Hogwarts- but he had never had one himself. Snape had been giving him potions ever since Draco was twelve that caused Draco to go through male puberty- the right puberty- along with the rest of his male peers. His voice had dropped and everything, and he’d never had to deal with this… this… torture.
Draco tried to force himself to breathe. How was he supposed to know that he was going to have a fucking period if he went off the potion?! Why hadn’t Snape warned him? He would have to get in contact with his godfather as soon as possible, but right now he had to do something about the bleeding.
After folding up some toilet paper and sticking it in his boxers, he tentatively went downstairs. The house was unusually quiet, which only made him more nervous. What if no one was home?
He instantly felt worse upon entering the kitchen to find none other than Sirius Black, who barely looked up from his food when Draco entered.
“Is… is Tonks home?” Draco asked quietly, trying to ignore the feeling of the toilet paper rubbing up against him.
“Hm? No. They’re at band practice.” Sirius replied, sounding not exactly rude, but not exactly kind, either.
Draco nervously ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath and trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. “Is Lupin?”
“He’s at the store. You alright? You need something?” Sirius had put his fork down, looking at Draco with a mix of apprehension and concern.
“Yes.” Draco looked away, staring intensely at the wall, unsure of how to ask.
“Well? What is it? You think I can read your mind or something?”
“A tampon.” Draco blurted before he chickened out, staring at the wall more intensely than he had ever stared at anything before. But before he could stop himself, his eyes flickered to Sirius, whose brows were furrowed in confusion.
“The hell do you need a tampon for?” He asked, and Draco felt like he was going to explode in anger.
“To summon the Dark Lord with, obviously.” He sneered, ears pinned back, wanting to scream at the oblivious man before him. Obviously because I’m fucking bleeding! Bleeding out of my fucking vagina!
“Never mind.” He said, turning on his heel immediately. Why had he said that-
“Kid, wait-“ Sirius got up so quickly and rushed over to Draco, who was now on the verge of tears.
“Don’t just leave when I’m talking to you- I’m just… confused, alright?” Sirius sighed, rubbing his temples. He had a sinking feeling he had severely fucked up.
Draco bit his lip, focusing on the pain so he wouldn’t burst into tears like a child. Why couldn’t he just ask for a tampon? What was so wrong with a boy needing one? Why should he have to reveal himself?
“I said never mind!” He said a little louder than he meant to, trying to leave again- he would just have to figure out what to do on his own-
“Draco, no-“ Sirius reached out to grab the boy by the wrist, but Draco pulled back so quickly and violently it shocked Sirius into letting go, leaving the man watching the retreating figure running up the stairs. He heard the bathroom door slam shut, and he pressed his lips together in a grim expression. So yeah, he had definitely fucked up, then.
“Dammit…” he muttered, leaning against the wall. He hadn’t meant to react like that- like that Draco needing a tampon was weird- he had just been caught so off-guard. He’d had no idea that Draco wasn’t cis. That’s what I get for assuming, I suppose… He thought with a scoff.
Feeling more than a little guilty, Sirius pulled out his phone to text his husband.
Padfoot: Can u pick up some tampons at the store? Do we have painkillers? Also mayhaps a little treat?? It’s important, thank u
Moony: ???Moony: Sure?? Also, why?
Unable to help the little smile forming on his lips, Sirius texted back,
Padfoot: to summon the dark lord with, obvi :)