Ron curled further up into his sheets as another cramp contorted his abdomen. Originally when Ron presented as a beta he thought the best of it, sure they weren't as "interesting" as the other dynamics nor was it his first choice and it made him bloody insecure, but it meant he had to suffer the least and was still considered fairly masculine by society, something his fourteen year old self had valued highly.
Now? Now however was a different story and the fifteen year old was not happy with the new development.
Starting into the ceilng, Ron proped himself up on his elbows, unfortunately thays when the slit between Ron's thighs began to ache leaving him to groan in discomfort.
Unlike alphas and omegas, betas didn't get a "heat or rut leave" so when their time of the month hits, they instead are expected to simply tough it out like some deranged martyrs.
How they thought that was fair, Ron will never know, but in his opinion it was complete and utter bollocks.
It certainly didn't help Ron that beta males statistically had better periods than beta females so it was unlikely that his professors would give him a pass without thinking he was trying to milk his pain or whatever other rubbish they might come up with.
'As if, where the hell are the sexist police when it applies to betas damn it?'
Now don't get Ron wrong, he wouldn't want to be an omega either since he's pretty sure they only get "heat leaves" because society generally sees them as unclean when in heat, however, this arrangement doesn't benefit betas so Ron has, in his righteous opinion, the right to be pissed.
'he's bleeding Merlin he's bloody fucking bleeding'
Not that he'd want to be an alpha either not anymore at least, ruts sucks arse no matter what people want to say about it. He's seen some of his brothers when their ruts hit and he does not want any part of it.
So yeah on a sane regular day Ron would be rather grateful to be a beta, one might even say content, however this was not a sane regular day so Ron was not grateful nor was he content thank you very much.
Once finally getting into an upright sitting position on his bed he felt the familiar feeling of a rush of a fresh pool of blood pouring out of him.
'Wonderful'
At that he was decidedly done with the bullshit the morning had brought him and so he contemplated his options, he could after all just stay in for the day but then McGonagall would be on his arse. He could also call sick for the day but then he'd have a babysitter older prefect checking on him which to him isn't any better.
'And here he thought being a prefect was supposed to give you perks'
When he did finally manage to get up, he realized he had stained almost a good third of his bed it was only a spot in the middle, which, don't get him wrong, he expected it, but It'd be nice if it wasn't there.
Usually he'd already be peeling off his slick stained shorts on the condition that he wasn't surrounded by his peers in the middle of his dorm room, unfortunately being that he was, he instead scurried off to their bathroom, his sticky pants occasionally sticking and unsticking as he made his agonizing journey to wash up.
Before this time of his life he'd say the best magic was the one that got you a woman.
Nowadays as his freckled ginger ass hit the toilet seat, he'd say that the real magic happened when he could finally rid himself of his bloody (actually bloody) thighs.
Remember when he said beta males statistically had better periods? Well Ron's body didn't get the message because he's decidingly not apart of that statistic. And rightly so, being that ever since his presentation his period has been heavy and his cramps were excruciating
Of course the wizarding world does have spells for this, and he could use a spell to help, but those spells were required like every hour it's like every five really and even after the blood disappears he still doesn't feel clean. Hence why to Ron menstruation spells were a redundant pile of bollocks.
And that's before even counting the fact that while the spells may have worked wonderfully for omegas and beta females, it was undeveloped and a bit wonky at most for beta males.
When he finally did manage to wipe himself clean of his problems, he took a rightfully earned hot bath and scrubbed himself of any leftover annoyances wiping the blood away had not fixed, take for example the cramps that were still attacking his stomach that the warm water helped to soothe.
With that finally finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back to his bed. He then pulled out what he calls a gift to man (well to betas but screw the other two) and Merlin did he love muggles for this one.
Sanitary Napkins (Also known as his reason for not offing himself every time his period comes)
It may seem silly, especially to beta muggles who do not appreciate these wonderful gifts like he does but he loves them. Sure they may feel like diapers at first and they were a pain to put on but hey he doesn't have to feel blood on his legs, he doesn't have to change them as often and he feels cleaner so he'll take the pain of having to change them.
Speaking of napkins Ron now had to tackle the evil brethern to his softly clad savior
Knickers (also known as the bane of his existence)
He doesn't know how girls do it and Merlin knows he'd just wear trunks if he could but he learnt his lesson the hard way the last time he went against his mother's advice and the blood stains were something he'd never truly forget.
Malfoy wouldn't let him forget it for weeks, he bled all over the chairs for Merlin sake!
But at least he doesn't have to call them panties. Even the name sounds weird I'm mean come on who doesn't cringe at the word panties
Reluctantly he reached for his drawer (but not too reluctantly, he had bodily time limit here!) and pulled out red underwear
"Hmm..might as well be patriotic I guess"
(It had a red bow on it, oh Merlin a fucking bow)
That's when he heard the door click and the sound of his darling best mate's voice rang through the room.
Now Harry had presented as an omega so you'd think that'd make Ron happy to have finally 'won' or some sort of sexist bs like that but all Ron could feel was jealousy. Like c'mon he gets heat leaves!
ok maybe he's being a bit rash but he personally blames the hormones for that.
"Morning Ron! You've been up here so long you got Hermione sending me up here to collect you for breakfast and well you'd know I'd take any excuse to escape the PDA fest that's Seamus and Dean" Seamus and Dean had both presented as Alphas and haven't stopped snogging since. Personally Ron wants nothing more than to throttle them both.
"Alright in a moment" Ron said, not even looking up, instead focusing at the task at hand
Harry's face scrunched in curiosity before he registered what Ron was holding, his expression easily morphed into look of recognition, and even easier into mischief.
"Are you on your period?" He asked his tone deceptively sweet
"No Harry I just like playing with napkins and knickers" Ron deadpanned, he didn't like the way Harry asked him that that one bit.
"Well if that's what your into-" "Merlin Harry! yes i'm on my period!"
Harry happily snickered, indulging in Ron's misfortune like the little demon he was.
"Well would you mind hurrying it up, breakfast's almost over an-, is that a bow?"
With a reddening face he threw the box of pads at Harry, to shut him up. After a few minutes passed he had finally put on his school robes and was ready at last
"Alright I'm ready, let's go to breakfast"
"Sure if there's any left"
"Don't make jokes like that with me" Ron glared at him playfully, though with the mood he was in currently neither him nor Harry were sure if it could be called that.
Finally reaching the hall Ron was met with the uncomfortable sight of Seamus and Dean snogging. Honestly how is Ron supposed to eat with them swapping spit right beside him??
He made sure to take the farthest seat away from them that was available, which unfortunately for Ron wasn't that far.
Ron couldn't imagine snogging at breakfast, honestly the thought of him snogging even someone as pretty as Lavender or Partvil when there was a seven course meal in front of him felt wrong to him and that's not the hormones talking!
Speaking of food, Ron didn't even realize how hungry he was until he actually saw breakfast in front of him. He gladly began to stuff his face, happy to focus on something other that his problems.
"Woah Ron leave some for the rest of us"
Ron expression darkened and he turned his eyes to his sister who had just entered the hall. he narrowed his eyes in annoyance.
"It's not my fault you came down late, spent too much time wanking to dream did you?" Ron replied channeling his best 'bugger off' tone into it. Unfortunately as soon as the words left his mouth he felt a wave of cramps murder his stomach. His sister looked at him knowingly with a smirk and Ron cursed whatever deity that chose her side over his.
"Happy I don't have to deal with that anymore" Ginny shook her head smug. Ron was too busy being attacked by the little knives stabbing his stomach to verbally retaliate so a certain rude hand gesture would have to do.
Hermione rolled her eyes at the childish display of their sibling spat and swiftly reminded Ginny of her next rut, taking what could only be described as a sick pleasure in the way the younger girl's face dropped. Ron could practically kiss her.
Deciding that ignoring Ginny would be better for his overall mental heath and mood today, he focused back on breakfast
Whenever Ron was on his period his usual appetite either skyrocketed or plummeted, no in-between, today it seemed to have chosen the former as Ron felt himself craving chocolate, unfortunately it was breakfast and he had came late so the table was practically desolate of the already limited chocolate options.
Hermione sent a questioning look at him, and then shared a look with Harry that Ron couldn't make out, not too later Ron had Harry scraping a plate of chocolate scones on his plate,
"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed startled "where'd this come from?"
Harry giggled at his surprise."You took so long getting ready that I had enough time to go down to the kitchens and get some of these for you. I wasn't completley sure but figured you were on your period, so we thought it'd be a nice surprise since you always crave chocolate during it, once you confirmed it we were just waiting for you to already ask really."
Harry Potter is an angel
"We?" Ron looked at Hermione who was pointingly looking away from them, 'Strange' was all Ron thought before another voice called out to him
"You're on your period right Ron?" Ron jumped in his seat. He turned his head to the new voice, Dean, who had stopped inhaling Seamus' face of a few minutes ago.
"Yes..why?"
Please don't be weird, Please don't be weird, Dean I trust you, I can't handle this today
"Well uh I guess I just want to know what's it's like ya know? I mean I'm glad I don't have to go through that since I'm an alpha but I will admit I'm a bit curious"
"Why didn't you ask one of the girls then?" Ron asked a bit annoyed at the conversation. His mood seeped heavily into his voice
"Well uh it just feels a bit easier to hear it from another bloke I guess?" Dean admitted bashfully
Ron internally agreed, he supposed to a bloke, another bloke would be more approachable than a girl. Hell even an omegan bloke may have seemed more approachable than a girl.
"Well I can tell you one thing it sucks arse"
"Well spotted Ron, well spotted" Harry chuckled quietly in his seat, honestly it felt like his main goal today was to piss Ron off. And to think he called him an angel
Decidedly ignoring Harry, Ron explained his rather vicious period cycle to Dean, generously leaving out the ickest of bits
Ginny added her (unwanted by the way!) input and made a few jokes at Ron expense, you know the usual, meanwhile Ron contemplated turning her hair green to lighten his already rotten mood. However, although he was upset he was still sound enough to know to not provoke Ginny into revenge
So he allowed himself to join in the tables conversations and share his dilemma and experience with using menstruation spells.
Maybe if he was in his right mind, not in as much pain or just generally in a better mood this next question he heard wouldn't have irked him as much as it had, but alas it did as logic was not on his side today.
"I must say Ronald I'm rather curious to why you don't just combine the pads and cleaning spells" Hermione inquiry joint the conversation. She was sporting that look of hers that told him that she thought he was a bit daft "it would save you alot of trouble wouldn't it?"
Ron wanted to fight her, because it was a damn good suggestion but Merlin Hermione not the time.
(and they said he had the emotional range of a teaspoon)
And so Ron spent the rest of the conversation internally moping as he wondered why he joined the conversation in the first place, why he came down stairs in the first place and why he didn't just sleep in.
'Well at least I'm not pregnant..Mum would have my head'