A/n: Yay! This is my new story, and I really do hope you like it. I know it's sort-of odd, but I'm hoping to get more reviewers for it than I did my last story. By the way, if you haven't read it, you should. I have a feeling that this story will get more reviews, but we'll see. So. Anyway, I hope you like this story. Enjoy!

Ginny's Problem

Chapter One: Life As I Know It Is Over

Ginny's POV

I fumbled through my bag at my seat in the Great Hall, looking for what seemed the thousandth time for my Potions essay. I just had to face it. I either:

A.Lost it or

B.Didn't do it

I figured it was the latter, it made complete sense. I mean, things have been falling into complete and utterly broken pieces at home, and it was on my mind constantly. This is the reason I became anorexic, and not to mention, I hardly did my homework. Let me name the reasons:

1.Mum and Dad got into a HUGE row, and I think that they are considering getting a divorce.

2.Fred and George might get sent to Azkaban for putting an illegal ingredient in one of their candies.

3.My brother is going out with my best friend. (Hermione is going out with Ron.)

4.And, last but not least, people kept teasing me about going me going out with Neville Longbottom.

Life as I know it is over. The bell rang loudly across the Hall and I headed for the dungeons, of course I was walking as slow as possible, hoping that the time would never come, so I wouldn't have to sit in Snape's class, unprepared. I kept walking, and soon I was behind everyone. I wondered what would happen if I just went into the library and ditched Potions. No, Madame Pomfrey would know. Yep, I'm done for. I guess I didn't realize exactly how slow I was actually walking. The next bell sounded, and I still wasn't in class! I'm dead meat, I'm dead meat, I'm dead meat.

I slipped into class, hoping Snape wouldn't notice. But, to my unfortunate doom, he did.

"Miss Weasley, you're late," He said in an undertone, that sounded to me so loud I could hardly bear it, "that's a week's detention and 15 points from Gryffindor." Great. Just bloody great. He whipped round, and lightly slammed his stick to the chalkboard. "You are to make this potion, you have an hour. You can begin after I have collected your essays." He started coming round to my table, then I had a sudden idea.

I raised my hand and said, "Professor Snape, I feel ill, can I go to the Hospital Wing?"

"Wait to be called on before you speak, and no. Give me your essay." Crap. The moment I had been dreading had came.

"I didn't do it." I said in a light whisper, hoping only he would hear. He stopped dead, and gave a loathingful grin.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"I didn't do it."

"Louder."

"I didn't do it."

"Louder."

By now, tears were in my eyes, and I practically screamed it.

"Ahh. Another fifteen points from Gryffindor. Continue with the potion." My eyes were red and so were my cheeks. I continued stirring my ingredients, digging my fingernails into my skin with my other hand. I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself. I knew that everyone was staring at me, but my eyes were too glazed over to see, I just continued to stir.

A/n: Whew! I'm tired. I hope you all like this story. Yes, Ginny is going to turn into a cutter too. I will not give too much detail because I know not a lot of people want it. Well, please review. I'd really like to get at least 2 or 3 reviews before I post the next chapter. Well, see ya.

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