**Written for Endless Possibility Challenge: 10 prompts, Spiralling, the Weasley-Potter-Prewett Challenge: Fleur Weasley and the Master of Spells Challenge: Orchideous**
Spiralling
Saying Pansy was spiralling out of control was an understatement at the very least. She knew what she was doing was wrong but she couldn't help it; she was so close to being the woman that Draco Malfoy so very much wanted.
Every time she approached him he had some sort of critique about her. To everyone else he simply wasn't interested, but she was blinded by him. Too caught up in him to notice his eyes looked anywhere but her.
'You're too fat!'
His words ran through her thoughts constantly, slowly constricting them to think only about how she could be different, until one afternoon she found herself in the bathroom alone. Tentatively she forced a finger to the back of her throat, but quickly retracted it; she hated the feeling of gagging. 'This is what Draco wants, you can do it Pansy,' she thought, so she tried again. This time she succeeded. She groaned when she felt the bile slip through her teeth but secretly, she was pleased that she'd done it without too much of a negative reaction.
That day an obsession started: it started out as a couple of times a week, but soon she spent an increasingly large amount of time in the bathroom throwing up the very little amount that she'd eaten. It didn't take long for her friends to notice that she was losing weight, though they weren't the comments that she wanted. She wanted people to compliment her on her new shape, not tell her she looked terrible. She, herself, didn't like the way her cheeks hollowed, forcing every smile of hers to become stiff. Nor could she do anything about the way her collarbones protruded and were visible even when she had her shirt on. What she did like though, was the fact that her trousers hung from her hip bones, and she positively beamed when Draco's eyes skimmed her new frame.
'Your boobs are too small!'
Pansy had always been self-conscious about her breasts; they had just stopped growing when she reached the age of thirteen. She tried not to stare at her roommates when they got changed but she couldn't help it; she was jealous. Simple as that.
She was in the library one day researching a way to change them when she overheard a conversation between one of the Patil twins - she didn't know which - and that promiscuous bitch, Lavender.
'Lav, what happened to your chest? It looks huge!'
'Shh,' Lavender dropped her voice so that Pansy had to lean forward to carry on listening, 'localised Engorgio. I got Morag to teach me it, they look great don't they?'
Pansy pulled back with a smirk. That was what she needed! She hurried back to her dormitory and poured through her copy of The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 7 until she found the spell she was looking for...
The next day found Pansy in the hospital wing recovering; Daphne had walked in to find an almost round, topless Pansy Parkinson nestled in the pillows on her bed. Pansy had been mortified and refused to speak to anyone for the next two weeks.
'You're not pretty enough!'
That was easy enough to change, she owled Madam Pimpernelle's with a request for the best beautifying products saying money was not an issue. They arrived the next day and Pansy was quick to try them out, she slathered potion after potion on her face and body. Her face became smoother, any pimples disappeared and her pale body began to hint at a bronze colour. She experimented with make-up over and over, vanishing each attempt until she found a look she was pleased with. Her lips became redder as the days passed, until a pillar-box red was achieved almost permanently. Her eyelashes curled naturally and her fingers were topped with perfectly manicured nails.
'Yes you've changed your body... badly, but you can't change who you are. You're a bitch Pansy, and you always will be'