I was looking at Harry Potter eating disorder fics (I have no good explanation for this) and discovered that there was only ONE about Ron! Well, immediately, the wheels started turning and I started writing. Because Ron is always eating in the books/movies, it just seemed to make sense to me. Or maybe my mind just works that way. I don't know. But yeah. I need to stop talking. Er, writing.

So, trigger warnings for eating disordered thoughts and behaviours. If this is a touchy subject for you, please don't read. I do not currently have a beta reader, so all mistakes are mine.

Anyway, I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I want to own it because crap like this would be canon if I did.

Enjoy! Er, well, maybe not enjoy. So...Read on!

Ron had always been weird about his food. Maybe it was because he had to fight his siblings for it, maybe it was because he was presented so much of it on a daily basis with his mother's cooking and then at the regular Hogwarts' feasts. But he took large portions and ate it fast. He fantasized about his next meal and picked out what he would eat hours in advance. When food was in front of him, Ron would eat it.

He knew that he was thin, but he also knew that eating like this would eventually catch up with him, and he was terrified. But he couldn't stop.

Hermione kept commenting on him eating like a pig, and how it was amazing how much he could consume. Ron agreed with her: his consumption both astounded and disgusted him on a daily basis.

For the welcome back feast of their fourth year, there was an incredibly rich display of food, and Ron was pretty excited for it. He couldn't decide what he wanted, so he just took a little of everything, and then went back for more. His stomach soon strained against the waistband of his pants, and he even had to undo a button to relieve some of the tightness.

And he continued to eat.

He wasn't sure why. He knew he was full, even too full for comfort, but he just kept stuffing food in his mouth.

Hermione looked at him strangely. "I feel like I've seen you get more food five times now."

His face heated and he sheepishly nodded.

"I don't know how you do it, Ronald."

"Me, either," he replied, mouth crammed full of his third helping of pudding.

After the feast was over, Ron could hardly stand up straight.

"Are you okay, Ron?" Harry asked.

"I think I might have overdone it a bit on the pie. And pudding. And chicken legs. And… ugh. I feel horrible."

Harry smiled a bit. "Let's just get to bed. You can sleep it off." They started walking towards the common room.

"I might have to skip breakfast tomorrow," Ron said. "I'll probably still be full."

Harry scoffed. "You'll be ravenous by morning."

When they got to their dorm, Harry immediately changed and got into bed. Ron, however, saw something that caught his eye.

Picking up a fallen chocolate frog lying next to his friend's trunk, he asked Harry, "Is this yours?"

"I dunno. Maybe?"

"Can I have it?"

"I thought you said you were full."

Ron thought this over. He was full, but the chocolate frog was here, and how can he pass up an opportunity to have chocolate? He shrugged. "But can I have it?"

"Knock yourself out. Just don't wake me up when you start vomiting." And with that, Harry rolled over and went to sleep.

Vomiting? Why would he throw up? You eat to keep it down, and Ron had an iron stomach. The last time he threw up was the slug incident. Well, and the spider incident. But that was in second year. But maybe he'd feel better if…

He didn't exactly know what happened next, but Ron was somehow in the bathroom kneeling in front of the toilet, waiting for his dinner to come back up. He tried clenching his stomach, poking it, willing the food to come out. He just wanted to be rid of it, feel better again.

He stuck his fingers down his throat, because he had heard something from somewhere about how this makes someone throw up. Nothing happened. He stuck them in farther, wiggled them around a bit, and he gagged but noting came up. He tried again. This time, success.

He did this about six more times, each procuring slightly bigger bits of partly digested food as he went on. He stopped before he could get it all out. He was shaking and sweating all over. What had he done?

He quickly flushed, washed up, and exited the bathroom. Thankfully, his roommates were all asleep. Ron hastily followed suit.

Ron woke up with a burning sensation in his throat and a terrible taste in his mouth. The events of the previous night crashed down on him. This wasn't normal. Normal people didn't shove their fingers down their throats when they were full.

So he tried to forget about it.

He went through his day normally. Well, as normal as possible. At meals, he kept thinking that he could now eat all he wanted without getting fat. But he didn't want to do… that thing – again. So he ate a little lighter than usual. And no one noticed anything different.

This continued for a while, until he almost forgot about that night. Almost. It was still a nagging thought at the back of his mind, but it was a thought he could deal with.

Life went on. Harry was chosen to be in the Triwizard Tournament, and even though he knew he should be there for his friend, Ron just felt so mad. How come he never got this kind of attention? It was always the famous Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.

But he found that he actually was nervous for Harry. They were best friends, after all. And he found himself eating. And eating. And eating. He told himself to stop, but it didn't work.

So when Ron was supposed to be watching his friend battle a dragon, he was instead in a deserted bathroom, throwing up his overly large breakfast. Thankfully, he made it to the pitch before it was Harry's turn, so he didn't feel too bad. He even didn't feel really guilty about making himself sick again.

He and Harry made up and everything was fine once more. Well, until it wasn't.

The Yule Ball happened, and he was miserable. His dress robes looked awful on him, and it wasn't just the frills.

While watching Hermione dance her heart out with Krum, Ron stuffed himself silly before storming out so he could puke and forget.

The fourth time he does it is after the second challenge. He doesn't deserve someone as good as Harry. He shouldn't have been the stolen treasure. He's not good enough for that. Harry would desert him if he knew what Ron was doing to his body. So, instead of eating during dinner, he goes down to the kitchens so he can gorge himself privately. There was also a bathroom down there.

It soon became a regular occurrence for Ron to go down to the kitchens for his fix. He even once stole Harry's invisibility cloak when he had an urge in the middle of the night.

The house elves weren't stupid. They watched him curiously, and supplied him with all the food he could eat and then some, and turned away when his retching was heard from the adjacent restroom. Ron almost felt kind of bad, making them keep this secret. But not bad enough to stop.

So yeah. First chapter. Tell me what you think. And stuff. I like reviews. Wink wink. Cough cough. Smiley face. Laugh out loud. Roll on the floor like Draco Malfoy.

Kay. I'm done.