Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Harry Potter. It all
belongs to J.K Rowling.
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I'd Do Anything
Chapter 1: Prologue
'Why do they feed us this fat-filled food? Do they actually expect me to eat this? Just looking at it makes me want to gag. Why am I even still here?'
"Hermione, aren't you hungry?"
Hermione looked into the curious face of Harry Potter, one of her two best friends. She had been staring at her empty plate, and bowl of dry salad, having not once touched it.
"Actually, no, I'm not. I think I'm going to go to the common room to get some studying done. See you both later." Hermione got up from her seat, throwing a disgusted look at her other best friend, Ron Weasley, who was presently stuffing his face with everything he could get his hands onto.
Hermione made her way through the corridors leading to the Gryffindor common room. When she finally made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady she paused to announce the password.
"Snickers Bar." She wrinkled her nose at the thought of the new password and how many calories were in it. The headmaster had become infatuated with muggle candies over the summer.
"Why aren't you at dinner, young lady?" The Fat Lady asked in a motherly tone.
"I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm just going to lie down for a while," Hermione answered as the portrait swung open and she climbed inside.
The common room was deserted, as would be expected during dinner time. Hermione climbed the stairs to her dormitory and fell upon her bed when she arrived. She sighed with pleasure. It sure was good to be back at Hogwarts. Back at home, her mother would pester her everyday about eating more. "Hermione, aren't you going to eat more then that?", "Honey, that's really not enough. You're going to start losing weight." And so on. Here, people would let her be. They had lives of their own to worry over.
Hermione slid off her bed and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall. Examining herself, she turned to her side and placed a hand on her stomach. She turned forward again and lifted up her shirt. She then turned to the other side and sucked in her stomach. Sighing, she let her breath out. If she was ever going to get the results she wanted she was going to have to work harder, have more will power. She was going to take control of her life.
How was it that girls like Cho Chang got everything? Cho was popular, gorgeous and thin. How Hermione envied Cho. If only she could look like her. Then maybe she would get the same attention Cho got from the male population. Hermione knew what the guys thought of her. They thought that she was ugly and fat. There was no way around it.
She would just work harder to improve upon herself. She would stop being lenient on herself. Only weak people can't control themselves, and Hermione was going to prove that she wasn't weak.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I just wanted you all to get the idea of what this story is going to be about. I've been through this shit, and some other stuff, so this is first-hand. This story is going to be dedicated to everyone out there with an eating disorder. I'm sick of seeing Hermione portrayed as perfect, so this story will be a bit different. Please review and tell me what you think.
*~*Cecilia*~*
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I'd Do Anything
Chapter 1: Prologue
'Why do they feed us this fat-filled food? Do they actually expect me to eat this? Just looking at it makes me want to gag. Why am I even still here?'
"Hermione, aren't you hungry?"
Hermione looked into the curious face of Harry Potter, one of her two best friends. She had been staring at her empty plate, and bowl of dry salad, having not once touched it.
"Actually, no, I'm not. I think I'm going to go to the common room to get some studying done. See you both later." Hermione got up from her seat, throwing a disgusted look at her other best friend, Ron Weasley, who was presently stuffing his face with everything he could get his hands onto.
Hermione made her way through the corridors leading to the Gryffindor common room. When she finally made it to the portrait of the Fat Lady she paused to announce the password.
"Snickers Bar." She wrinkled her nose at the thought of the new password and how many calories were in it. The headmaster had become infatuated with muggle candies over the summer.
"Why aren't you at dinner, young lady?" The Fat Lady asked in a motherly tone.
"I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm just going to lie down for a while," Hermione answered as the portrait swung open and she climbed inside.
The common room was deserted, as would be expected during dinner time. Hermione climbed the stairs to her dormitory and fell upon her bed when she arrived. She sighed with pleasure. It sure was good to be back at Hogwarts. Back at home, her mother would pester her everyday about eating more. "Hermione, aren't you going to eat more then that?", "Honey, that's really not enough. You're going to start losing weight." And so on. Here, people would let her be. They had lives of their own to worry over.
Hermione slid off her bed and walked over to the full length mirror hanging on the wall. Examining herself, she turned to her side and placed a hand on her stomach. She turned forward again and lifted up her shirt. She then turned to the other side and sucked in her stomach. Sighing, she let her breath out. If she was ever going to get the results she wanted she was going to have to work harder, have more will power. She was going to take control of her life.
How was it that girls like Cho Chang got everything? Cho was popular, gorgeous and thin. How Hermione envied Cho. If only she could look like her. Then maybe she would get the same attention Cho got from the male population. Hermione knew what the guys thought of her. They thought that she was ugly and fat. There was no way around it.
She would just work harder to improve upon herself. She would stop being lenient on herself. Only weak people can't control themselves, and Hermione was going to prove that she wasn't weak.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, but I just wanted you all to get the idea of what this story is going to be about. I've been through this shit, and some other stuff, so this is first-hand. This story is going to be dedicated to everyone out there with an eating disorder. I'm sick of seeing Hermione portrayed as perfect, so this story will be a bit different. Please review and tell me what you think.
*~*Cecilia*~*