Whoa, it's been a whiloe since I've updated anything. Computer troubles and whatnot. But here's another prompt entry. I quite like this one. It's something almost every man has to deal with at some point in his life. Enjoy!


Feminine Products

He could do this. He could do this. It was no big deal, right? Not like she was asking him to commandeer a rocketship to Mars (whatever a rocketship was). He gave himself a pep talk as he opened the door to the corner store.

It's simple. Grab the box, pay, and get out. And don't look up. Never look up. Head down at all times. Keep a low profile; you're in a very vulnerable place right now.

Following his own instructions, Draco kept his head down as low as possible while still being able to see. He glanced at the objects on the shelves as he weaved quickly in and out of each aisle.

Snacks, utensils, garbage bags, toilet paper… oh, Merlin, there they are.

Why was this so hard? He loved Luna, didn't he? And he told her endlessly that he would do anything for her, didn't he? So why was his current position such a hard one to stand in? Those damn boxes; small as they were, they taunted him. He wasn't even sure which one to get. What if he got the wrong one and she made him come back? Draco wasn't sure he could bear that kind of torture.

Finally, after very little consideration, Draco grabbed the most expensive box (after all, his girl deserved the best; even if it was only… those) and speed-walked toward the counter, tossing the box onto it and looking away from the cashier. Everything was going better than expected. He fished in his wallet for the Muggle notes Luna gave him and threw them on the counter next to the box. He couldn't wait to get out of there; get back to their new flat and never ever do this again.

"Draco?"

He froze. No way someone here could recognize him. He was in Muggle London! He didn't know anyone that hung around here.

"You're Draco Malfoy, aren't you?"

Draco sighed deeply and looked up at the woman behind the counter. Huh. Maybe he did know her from somewhere.

"We went to Hogwarts together. Remember?" The girl tried to spark his memory. "Alicia Mason. I was in Hufflepuff. You used to make fun of me for my Muggle braces? You used magic to make the wall magnetic and stuck me to it."

Oh, right. "Metal-mouth Mason," Draco voiced his realization, smirking slightly.

The girl laughed. "Yeah. But it's all good; I was a total dork in school. Honestly, I would've picked on me, too. So… I'm assuming these tampons are for a girlfriend?" She held up the box before scanning it. Draco cringed at the 'T' word.

"Uh… yeah. Doesn't feel well; didn't want to leave the bed. So… here I am."

"Well, I think it's very sweet of you to pick these up for her." Mason put the box in a bag and handed it to him.

"Yeah… Just… don't tell anyone you saw me here, okay?" Draco pleaded, taking the bag. Mason gave him a knowing smile.

"No problem. Have a nice day, Draco!"

He nodded his goodbye before speed-walking out of the store and into a nearby alley. He apparated back to their flat and brought the box straight to their room, where his dear Luna was curled up in a ball on their bed. He gently lay down beside her and softly kissed her forehead. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit and she stirred before her eyes fluttered open and focused on him, her lips spreading into a serene smile.

Draco leaned in closer to her, his lips brushing across hers, before handing her the box and whispering, "You're lucky I love you."

"Was it so difficult?" Luna asked, smirking at him.

"They tortured me," he laughed. "Handcuffed me to the wall and forced me to watch Muggle chick flick movies."

"Oh, you poor baby."

He kissed her lips and rose from the bed. "Seriously, Luna. Please don't ever make me do that again."

"No promises."


Reviews are appreciated! If you do review, you can give me more prompts, if you think of any. Should have another entry up later. Thanks for reading!

~Alpha~