Authors Note: This story is a fictional story that I have made up. I am not J.K Rowling and I have not created these characters. Everything that happens in this story is fictional, and is not based on the real Harry Potter books and characters.

Chapter 1

I walked down the hall, tiptoeing. Just to be sure Ron and Harry weren't following me. I couldn't have them find out what I was doing to myself and to them. I glanced back over my shoulder, no sign of them. I quickly stepped into the closest washroom and into an unlocked stall. I locked it, looked down at the toilet bowl and started my daily ritual. I stood still for a minute listening to some first year girls talking about the latest fad. They soon left and I kneeled down with one knee, on the cold floor. I stuck my fingers down my throat, and waited for it to happen. It happened faster, then it had the day before, The contents of the meal I ate an hour ago came spilling out of me and into the bowl. I wiped my cheek with the palm of my hand, smiled weakly to myself and stood up. I opened the door of the stall, walked over to the sink, washed my hands and looked into the big mirror on the side wall.

I stopped smiling almost instantly. I could see the fat on my arms and thighs. And my face looked like it needed some work still. My face was a pale white, paler then it had ever been. I opened my purse, and took out some pink blush. I needed to hide my pale face. I put as much blush as I thought would look normal, and then placed that back with in the contents of my purse. I took out some red lipstick and dabbed that on my lips as well. I looked back in the mirror and with horror, realized that my curly hair was starting to become thin. I touched it once, lightly, and some hair fell out right away. Well, that wouldn't do. I stood there staring at my hair and reflection for a while until I heard the bathroom door open.

In came Ginny Weasly. I smiled at her, and quickly gathered all my stuff together. To my suprise I heard her mumbling away in a stall, saying "calories so high" and "should never of allowed Ron to give me that." I then heard the noises that I had made not ten minutes earlier. I stood there in front of the door, waiting for her to come out. The minute she did, her bright smile faded, and she shrank back into the stall.

"Ginny? I won't tell anyone. You were doing that on purpose though, weren't you?" I asked walking forward a bit to sit on a stool that had been placed in the middle of the room.

"Hermione...You don't understand anything. Please leave me alone." Ginny replied from the stall.

"You throw up, so that you won't gain weight. Your only in the beginning process, but soon you could be avoiding everybody, and spending all your free time avoiding food." I replied.

Ginny came out of the stall, and walked over to where I was sitting. "How'd you know?" she asked silently.

"I have been doing the same thing for the past 3 years. It's hard at first. And it's still hard when you've been doing it for so long." I paused looking at Ginny. "I used to find it so hard to do anything right. My worth is based upon my weight. Noone understands me, nor wants to. Everyone thinks that I am 'so smart' because that's the way I was born. The fact is I use that time to make stories about what has happened to me, and I spend my days working out meal plans."

"I...never knew...I thought it was only me. I didn't want to mention it. Afraid Ron would hurt me because of it. I've been doing this for 3 months, although I had experimented with it for a while before. Maybe you could help me?" Ginny asked hopefully, her eyes brightening at the very thought.

"Sure Ginny. I would love to. Why don't we go up to the common room and talk about this there," I said grabbing my stuff and standing up.

Ginny followed me out of the bathroom and through the hall. I avoided all the glances that were headed my way. It seemed strange to me as to why everybody was staring at me. Hermione Granger. The girl who can answer any question a teacher asks, but is fat and ugly. Then all of a sudden I stopped. Ginny, who was behind me, looked at me and I whispered "Is there something on my face?" Ginny took a while to reply, but then she said,"Nothing is on your face. I think their staring because your face is so pale."

I gasped and started rushing to the dormitory. I did not know what had gone wrong. Usually the blush and lipstick work fine and noone suspects a thing. I rushed into the common room knocking into a first year. I rushed up the stairs, looked at my bed, and grabbed a mirror that I had on my bedtable. My hair was messy, which I had expected. But compared to my face, my hair was very bright. My face was paler then it had been a couple minutes ago. It was as white as snow. And the blush that I had placed on my cheeks had disappeared. I dropped the mirror, heard it crash to the floor and break into tiny pieces all around me, and I began to feel the first tear role down my cheek.

Ginny came in. She pushed her way through the crowd that was now standing in front of me, took my hand and took me to the bathroom. She shut the door, and sat cross-legged on the floor. I paused for a second to look up at her, but she barely smiled, in fact she looked terrified. I turned away from her, pulled at my top and sat down. Ginny looked up at me expectantly and I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to take a shower and go to bed.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" Ginny asked, pulling me away from my thoughts.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about getting a shower. " I replied standing up to retrieve my shower things. I picked up Ginny's to. "Ginny. If you really want to be dedicated to this, stay here with me. If you don't you can leave."

Ginny paused. "I am dedicated to losing weight. But...uh...um.." She started to mumble.

"What?" I asked patiently.

"I don't...uh...want a girlfriend. I...uh...want a boyfriend. I mean it's ok if your like that, I'm just not." she replied.

I couldn't help but laugh abit. "Ginny...I would hope not. I want a boyfriend to. But I have been thinking lately, especially if there was a person with an eating disorder who went to this school, we should have all our showers together and also change together. That way we would be able to point out what weight we need to lose. If that's ok?" I replied.

"Sounds like a good idea to me. Alright." Ginny replied.

I pulled my top over my chest, and unbuttoned my pants. I looked over to see Ginny taking off her pants as well. She looked up, just for a moment and I saw her smile slightley. I turned round and took off my bra. I heard Ginny gasp, and turned round to see what the problem was.

"...Fred...He must have put something in my bag." Ginny said taking out a small microscope. "They use this to video tape people."

"Oh no...Well I suppose I can fix that." I said a spell that I had learned yesterday in class, and the microscope disappeared. "Now, almost ready?"

Ginny nodded pulling at her top. I turned on the tap water, and got in. I backed up to the very back of the bath, and allowed Ginny to enter. She looked small compared to me, of course the age had something to do with it, but I still felt fat. I took some soap from above and start washing her back. Ginny turned round smiled, and whispered "Maybe we could try it?"

I looked at her unsure of what she meant. She came up closer to me, and to my excitment and fear I knew she was going to kiss me. I leaned in closer and soon the two of us were making out heavily. Her arm made circles on my back, and soon she was kissing other parts of me as well. I started her ear, and she whispered "Let's keep going." I did not reply instead, I turned off the shower, placed a towel on the floor for us to lie on, and soon we were making love. We made love for an hour, and as soon as it was over, Ginny lay beside me, smiling and whispering away about how much she loved me and what we had just done. I smiled, and lay there with her.

We ended up falling asleep together in each others arms. I awoke in the morning, this way. Except Ginny was sitting on the ground her head bent over, dressed in new clothes. Her hair fell over her knee and it looked as though she was reading something. I sat up, grabbed a pair of pants and a top and started to stand up. I fell back once, dizzy, but I tried again and using the sink counter I was able to get up. Ginny looked up then, and I could see she was writing in what looked like a diary. I sank down beside her, as she started to stretch.

"Gloria, one of the first years, almost came in on us last night," Ginny spoke softley.

"Really? What time?" I asked pushing my hair out of my eyes and looking in the mirror. My face was still pale and my eyes were a very light color. I took out my blush and lipstick and started applying it to my face, as Ginny spoke.

"Don't know. I'd say 12 at night. She was screaming for us to open it and everything. Told her to go away. You slept right through it. "Ginny told me. She looked worried.

"Gosh...I must have been tired." I replied looking away. I knew she was thinking it was because I hadn't eaten in a while. In fact the last meal I had had was breakfast on Monday. It was now Wednesday. I hadn't eaten for almost two days.

"We better get down to breakfast. "Ginny said, grabbing my hand and kissing me quickly.

I got up and followed her out of the room. The dormitory was quiet. Noone was there. I looked at my bed and realized that the broken mirror was still there. I walked over, and sat down beside it, tears forming in my eyes, for no reason. Ginny stopped walking towards the stairs and looked towards me. It looked as though she was going to say something but instead she stood there waiting patiently for me to follow.

I stood up again, and went to where Ginny was standing. She looked at me once and then headed out the door. I looked over at my bed once more feeling a pain leaving it, and that was the last thing I remember doing...