The Girl Who Fought | h.p |

Busted

Nova rolled out of bed with a groan. As she stood, she knew exactly what today was. Careful with her steps, she made her way to the bathroom. She opened the cupboard, but the thing she so desperately needs was missing. 

"Where the fuck are the pads?" She shouted. 

That's right. Nova is on her period. She doesn't complain about them. She is luckier than most girls. She rarely has bad periods. Most times she just bleeds and is a little moody. However, occasionally, she gets really bad periods where she feels like the sun exploded in her uterus. 

"They should be in there!" she heard Lavender say. 

"They're not!" Nova called back. 

The two heard a groan from Hermione's bed. 

Unfortunately for the Brightest Witch of Her Age, she is graced with periods that fell like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. 

She started hers yesterday. 

"Can you ask Binky to get some?" Hermione grumbled. 

"I thought you were against slave labor," Paravati said as she curled into her side. 

The thing about girls' periods, they line up to each other. This means every girl in their dorm room was currently on their menstrual cycle. 

"She pays Binky," Hermione grumbled into her pillow. "Technically Binky is a free elf. She's just under Nova's care."

"Binky!" Nova called as she carefully walked into the girls' dorm. 

With a pop, a house-elf with large blue eyes and a light pink sundress appeared. 

"How can Binky assist, Mistress Nova?" Binky asked. 

"Binks, you say 'How may I assist you?' You don't need to call me mistress and you should continue to work on using first-person pronouns," Nova said softly. 

"Okay, Mistress Nova," Binky agreed. 

Nova knew that no matter how many times she asked Binky to call her 'Nova', she would always be 'Mistress'. She is thankful Binky stopped trying to iron her hands after a while. 

"Can you please get us some pads and tampons?" Nova asked. 

Binky nodded and was gone.

Once Binky returned and gave the girls what they requested, Nova got dressed. 

Seeing as it was Sunday, Nova didn't bother dressing up to annoy Umbitch. She wanted to be comfy. 

"Love, are you wearing my clothes?" Harry asked as Nova walked down the steps into the Common Room. Normally, she would jump but . . .

"Yes," Nova answered with a grin. She wore black sweatpants and a navy blue hoodie. Both articles of clothing were fresh from Harry's wardrobe. This means his sandalwood cologne was fresh. 

"They look good on you," Harry said and winked. 

A blush crept onto Nova's face. Harry is the only person that could make her blush, and he knew it. He made sure Nova knew it too.

"Harry, mate, she's been wearing your clothes since we were eleven," Ron snorted. 

"She's been wearing your clothes since we were eleven," Harry mocked before grumbling under his breath. "Way to ruin my swag, Ron."

"Darlin, don't lie," Nova teased. "I'm the swag and the looks in this relationship."

"He can't even deny it!" Alex laughed as they watched Harry open and close his mouth, trying to find words.