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All Because She Wanted It...

Chapter One: The Mudblood

It was a cold July day. July. You wouldn't think it would be cold. But to Hermoine, it couldn't be any colder. Although one could say, she wasn't in the best possible shape to be deciding the weather. She was wear and slowly slipping away from both worlds she was now a part of. At 5 foot 3 inches, she shouldn't weigh 85 pounds. Her wrists shouldn't be showing all bones in her arm and her stomach should not curve in and follow her spine down her back. But that's exactly what she looked like and the reasoning behind it wasn't as smart as she was said to be, at least in the wizarding world.

It was the end of my sixth year at Hogwarts. I was working on getting excellent marks in Transfiguration so that I could secure my ability to get a NEWT in the class in my seventh year. We were being partnered up for a end of term assignment and, of course, I was with none other than Malfoy. It was an ongoing project to try to transfigure the lock of the partner's hair into that person. It was quite the difficult task and I remember turning down many of Ginny's parties and plans to study for this project and work as hard as I could. And Draco, the one who thinks he is so talented and so smart and doesn't have to work for anything. He couldn't turn my hair into me if his life depended on it. Hell, he couldn't turn my hair into a rabbit if he tried. We had about 6 weeks to complete the project. I suggested to Malfoy that we should spend extra time working on it. He laughed at my idea but relentlessly agreed later during that 4th week. He said we should meet in the Room of Requirements, so that none of the student body would see us. I agreed my reputation could not be ruined by my spending time with ferret face.

That Thursday, we met in the room and worked on our project for around 3 hours. It was about midnight when we finished and I was very impressed with all the work we finished and how well we did. He was actually very good at cooperating and finishing work when he was not in the danger of being seen with a mudblood like me. I wished for a beanbag chair because I was becoming awfully tired and wanted to rest for a little while. I went to sit down and then Malfoy opened his mouth. Oh, but I knew what he would say. He would say that I couldn't sit and that I had to work because I needed my excellent grades. Oh, how predictable that boy is. And that's exactly what he said. He didn't need to say it, you could see it in his eyes. Those dark, beautiful, stone-cold grey eyes. They stared at me in deep remorse, he regretted coming tonight. He could've been at Pansy's party but I insisted he came and partied on a different night. To my surprise, he had actually agreed. Maybe I meant something to him?

I went to sit down on the beanbag I had so thoughtfully created and decided that resting my eyes for a while wouldn't hurt. I soon was sound asleep, although not meaning to be. I woke up the next morning and realized I was still in the Room of Requirements. Malfoy had apparently decided to sleep as well because when I woke up there he was, sleeping on my lap. He was so cute when he slept. I brushed his golden blonde hair out of his eyes and off to the side of his pale face. I must have touched a little too hard, for after that he awoke from his dreamless sleep. Expressionless, he soon became angered, although he didn't look it at all. Granger! What do you think you are doing under me? You're mudblood lap doesn't deserve me on it. You are filthy. Get up! I don't see why you find this funny!

I was laughing histerically by then. He was such a cutie when he yelled. Getting his lips curled up to the side and his eyebrows raised. Oh how I wanted him. He had fallen asleep with his shirt unbuttoned and his abs were showing through. Nothing is sexier than a boy with a wonderful smile and abs. Granger stop laughing! I stopped. Merlin knew I didn't want to make him angry. He stopped yelling and began laughing too. He was even sexier when he laughed, like a little boy who's mother just let him buy candy. He was laughing at me of course, but nonetheless, he was hot. My hair was obviously much bushier than usual. He was laughing because I looked absolutely horrible and he found it to be the most amusing thing ever.

And that was why Hermoine was 85 lbs and looked like a living skeleton. She had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. She thought that being a size 2, being half the size she was would make her more beautiful. She had begun to not eat, she couldn't imagine the fact of her being "fat" (although she was on of the skinniest girls at Hogwarts) and so she stopped eating. She drank water all day and couldn't stand the fact of putting calories in her system, just waiting to make her fat. So by August, as she boarded the Hogwarts Express, everyone was staring wondering why she had become so tiny, so unhealthy, so

anorexic