A/N- So, this idea has literally been playing on my mind for so long, I just really wanted to try it. I know its not very long, but I didn't want to write a lot if no one was going to like it, so this is just a tester really. If I carry on with this then it will be a few loosely linked one shots to do with Pansy/Daphne and possibly Millicent, Its rating T just to be safe, for future chapters. Sorry if there are any major mistakes I just really wanted to get this out of my head, I hope you all like it! Don't be too harsh, its my first attempt at a Harry Potter fic! Thankyou.

A/N- I am editing this fic at the moment, because of my terrible typos and grammar!

PERFECTION CHAPTER ONE.

I hate food, I do. I hate myself, I do. I can't face the mirror, I can't. Hunger pains shoot through me and the thought "I can't do this any more" enters my head for the seventeenth time this week. I can't, but I have to, being imperfect is not an option, being fat is not an option.

I watch Millicent as she butters her second croissant, devouring it in a matter of seconds. How can she do that to herself? How did she manage to keep out of this mess? How does she live with herself when that is what she sees? Thousands of questions run through my mind when I see her looking the way she does.

Strangest thing is, she seems happy… what even is happiness? I don't think that I could tell you, its been that long since I've felt happy. I am pretty much numb, I don't feel.

But I want to eat, I can control this, I don't need to feel like this, I can make myself better, I can. I hesitantly take a bite of the toast I made, and another, and then another. Before I know it I'm finished, and half way through a fruit salad.

I hear someone clear their throat. "Pans, shall we go?" Only, I don't want to go. "Actually, Daphne, I want to finish my breakfast." She raises a challenging eyebrow at me, and looks me up and down, judging every inch of my body. Its mind control, she started this, she's manipulating me and it works. Every time, that look she gives me makes my skin crawl, it makes me want to go and throw up till I collapse.

"Well I want to talk to you." She folds her arms, eyes now focused on my face. I need to get out of here, I need to be alone, I need to be sick, I need to be empty, I need to be thin. She sighs and walks out, like she knows I'll be following her any second, and I do, I trail her all the way till we reach the bathroom.

Daphne stands in front of the mirror, preening herself, running her hands through her thin blond hair, then her fingers over her cheek bones. "Four days Pans, I haven't eaten for four days." Then she turns to look at me. "Shame you cant say the same, you just can't stop yourself."

This is what she does, this is what she always does, she's afraid of doing this alone nearly as much as she's afraid of being fat. She cares about me in a strange way, she doesn't do a lot to show it, but I know she does. She's held my hair back when I've been sick, she helped be become what I am. "I can make myself better Daphne. I'm not as far gone as you, I know I can control this."

Her eyes narrow, fire dancing in her blue eyes. "I'm sorry but you haven't dropped even a pound. It's disgusting. You're nearly as bad as Millicent." She spits, before pointing to the toilet and leaving.

I stare at the toilet. At least Millicent is happy. If I just put my fingers down my throat then I can be back on track, on my way to being skinny, pretty, perfect. But I want to control this, I can control it. I am a normal weight, I am. I run my fingers through my hair while racing back to my room, tears pricking my eyes, I can be strong. I am strong, no one knows a thing, and no one has to know. I can be normal.

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