She couldn't remember how she ended up this way. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten…the last time she was "normal". The sad part was she didn't even think he remembered what he had said to her, what truth he had revealed to her.

Hermione sat in the library as usual, she managed to sneak some of the cake they had served in the Great Hall. She ate silently as she read, not noticing a certain blonde boy approaching her.

"The feast and first piece of cake not enough for you Granger? A voice sneered.

A stunned Hermione looked up from her book, revealing a half eaten cake as well.

Draco smirked, "Good thing your doing patrols tonight, God knows your going to need that exercise."

With that said the ferret walked away all smug, leaving a stunned Hermione who then had tears forming in her eyes and clearly unaware of the future damage he would cause.

Hermione sighed as she gazed into the mirror. She examined her body. She had only lost two pounds this week, she was down to about 118. That number rang inside her head as she looked at her stomach from the side. She then yanked her shirt back down, covering her belly.

"You've got a long way to go Granger…a long way…" she whispered to herself as she opened her potions book on her desk. It was one of the perks of being head girl, she had her own room, bathroom, privacy. Except she had to share the living room and kitchen with that ferret, Draco Malfoy. Not that she was planning on spending much time in the kitchen anyways thanks to the ferret's revelation to her.

She was in control now, of her looks, her weight, and most importantly, what fat didn't dare enter her body any longer. She even took the effort in the morning to straighten her hair and de-frizz it with a charm she looked up. She even wore makeup.

Everyone at Hogwarts began to notice Hermione's transformation.

"You look great Hermione!" Harry said with a smile during class one day.

"Hermione, tell me where you found that charm to do you hair!" Ginny had gushed.

"Hermione, try not to get to many boys all over you, you hear?" Ron had said with a blush.

Even the great Prince of Slytherin didn't have one negative thing to say about Hermione.

Hermione gloated, she loved the feeling of being light, weightless, free when she went on her early morning runs. No one noticed how she skipped meals, or when it came time for dinner how she just sat there and muttered silent disappearing charms, making it seem as if she was eating her dinner. Hermione loved having control, it gave her peace of mind.

As fall left and winter came her morning runs slowly became night runs instead. That's when a certain blonde began to notice things. Hermione would never come back until 5pm, even when classes ended at 4pm. When she came back she was dressed in a muggle workout outfit, and was deathly pale and panting as she entered. She never spoke to Draco nor acknowledged him half the time, it was if she was in a trance. This bothered Draco. He didn't understand why he cared, he was a Malfoy. Malfoy's never cared for anyone but themselves. He decided it was because he simply didn't like to be ignored, yes that was it he decided.

"Oi, Granger! What's with you lately?" Draco demanded as he approached the studying Hermione. She was early today, it was 4:30, not the usual time she came around. And she wasn't too pale or panting this time.

"What's it to you Farret?" she snapped back, slamming her book shut as she rose out of her seat.

Draco then took the open spot on the couch. He shrugged, "Just wandering why you aren't out doing…whatever it is your usually doing at this time."

Hermione scoffed as she went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. "If you must know Malfoy, I usually go for a run after classes end, then come back. But today I didn't feel like it so I came back early to study."

Draco simply nodded, he now opened his own book to study. Little did he know, Hermione had discovered how to transform her room into her ideal gym in the mornings. So when it became too cold for her to run outside she still had a way to lose weight.

She then threw her empty water bottle away, scooped her books up and walked towards her room. She dropped her belongings on her bed and entered her bathroom. She stripped, avoiding eye contact with the mirror as she did so. She stepped on the scale she had in front of her mirror, she waited in agony. It finally read 113. She smiled, she felt joy, happiness, accomplished. She had lost 5 pounds in about a week, she only three more pounds to her goal weight of 110. She even felt confident enough to look at her body in the mirror. Her smile then froze when she looked at herself in the mirror. It then fell. She gasped in horror when she saw the (nonexistent mind you) fat on her stomach, her thighs, and face. Tear began to fall down her face, 113 wasn't good enough yet. The fat was still there, haunting her.

Hermione then searched her clothes for her wand. She then began to mark on her skin her new goal weight.

105 was written on her stomach.

Fat was written on her right leg

Worthless was written on her left leg.

Ugly was written on her right forearm.

Disgusting was written on her left forearm.

Author's Note: Well, that's the first chapter. And also, if you notice I write a lot of stories about eating disorders. Its because I have battled anorexia and bulimia for 3 years now. This is my way of telling people…without telling people if you know what I mean. But anyways…please read and review! And let me know if I should continue :) thanks God Bless!