Staying Alive // D.M *On Hold*

2.4 - The Calm Before the Storm

Oh, Merlin. She felt like she was about to die at any moment. Her monthly time was not always this painful but with the added stress of the Tournament and spending time in an ice-cold lake at the start of that month had led her into a painful experience. She missed the times she wouldn't even notice her period. She had no one to help her. She was also aware if she didn't make it to the hospital wing in the next hour she would be rolling on the ground. 

Her eyes searched the great hall, looking for some friendly face. The Gryffindors had Herbology with Hufflepuffs while she was to attend Transfiguration on the other side of the castle with Slytherins. As the greenhouses were placed far away from the great hall, her friends had already left. She closed her eyes for a moment in pain before finally finding someone. Her knight in shining armor, looking right at her, probably trying to understand what was wrong with her.

Mia got up from her seat on the Ravenclaw table, cursing Lisa for dating Antonin as the two often found themselves in an abandoned classroom to snog every few hours. Her bag felt heavier than it actually was as she stepped toward the Slytherin table. He had gotten up when he saw her approach, walking to the doors before motioning her to follow. Thank Merlin for the great Malfoy secrecy. He hated giving people something to talk about, preferring to have important conversations away from eavesdroppers. Mia managed to find him in the left corridor outside of the great hall, their usual talking place.

"Here," she showed her bag into his hands without looking at his face. She was trying to keep her pain in control. She felt like her insides were trying to ripe out. "take this to class and find me a seat. I'll be there."

"Where are you going?" Of course, he couldn't just do whatever she asked without questioning. She gulped her pain down before looking into his eyes. They seemed to hold a great deal of concern in them. "Are you okay?" 

"To Madame Pomfrey, I'll be alright, ju-ah!" She put her hands on her sides, trying to stop the pain. She hated how some months would feel like hell while in others she didn't even notice.

"Euphemia," he grasped her elbow, turning her body to himself and crouching slightly to see her agonized face. "What is this about? Will you be sick?"

"No," she took a deep breath, feeling slightly better. "I'm okay, I'll be okay. I just need to see Madame Pomfrey. You go to class."

"Hell, I'll leave you like this!" He argued back. "Tell me what to do. Why are you in pain? Is it something you ate?"

"No, Merlin, Draco. I'm on my period and it feels like I'm dying!" Her voice was slightly above average as she let out a groan at the end of her sentence. His face turned red because he forced her to say something like that. Was he really that daft? He knew about periods, his mother had taught him them so he could treat girls right when they had them. He quickly put her bag on his shoulder next to his own, his free arm wrapping around her waist.

"I'll take you there," he reasoned. Mia didn't have the energy or the will to continue arguing. She knew he could be more stubborn than her at times. "Lean on me," she did so, her pain never faltering once. Her face was scrunched as she tried to cope with it. "Should I levitate you?"

"Oh, gods no." She let out, stepping alongside him with the smallest steps she ever took. "I would put up a good show with my skirt."

"Well, that can be fixed." He let her go for a moment, taking his school robes out. He put the bags back on his shoulder, taking his wand out. "I'm going to levitate you and then put my robe on your legs so nothing will show. Are you okay with it?"

"I-huh-yes. Just be quick about it." She let out, her eyes squeezed shut. "It hurts." He did as he promised, levitating her before wrapping his robe around her in a successful attempt to keep her modesty. She was grateful for everything he did but didn't have the power to thank him as he led her flying body in the corridors. He didn't talk either, he feared he would lose his concentration and drop her if he tried to make some small talk. The hospital wing was bare of any other students when they entered. Draco gently dropped her body on the closest bed, he turned to explain everything to Madame Pomfrey as Mia rolled herself into a ball, groaning in pain. It was almost unbearable. She wondered if cruciatus would feel like it.