Authors Note: Here is the second installment of Mentor Teacher Friend, it's a bit diffreent than the first chapter. Please tell me if you think I moved too fast. I can't tell, it all just looks like a page of blur to me.

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Chapter 2

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A few hours later I awake in a foreign place, well it's foreign to me. The room is extremely large and spacious; it makes my dorm look like a broom closet. The walls were dark green, the carpet and ceiling are a sliver colour, the room looks amazing, and I am flabbergasted. I then notice another bed in the room; the curtains are pulled around it. Tentatively I creep towards the bed, I know that it is rude to peek but curiosity killed the cat.

I pull back the emerald green cloth and peer in. There is a figure, a male figure; the boy has soft blonde hair and a blemish free face, that's when the realization hits me, that is Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin prince, the image, nay the vision of all handsomeness.

Then I remember the day before, the tussle with Harry, the meeting with Dumbledore and the rescue by Draco. I wonder why he did save me. I mean it's not like he did it out of the goodness of his heart, no one has goodness when it concerns me. It must be what Dumbledore said, about him being my mentor and teacher.

That's when he begins to stir. I panic, what am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to be? I am totally freaking, then I remember I haven't brushed my hair, so it sticking out in really funny angles. I look like a witch from a muggle fairytale; apart from the green skin thing I have it down pat. Quickly I rush to the bathroom and grab my brush, I don't know how it got to the bathroom but it is there now and it is acting as my lifesaver. I brush my hair and pull it back into a loose ponytail, it rests on my shoulder. I rush back out into the room and sit on my bed; just as he sits up, or at least I think he does I can't see because of the curtain.

I hear the curtains pulling open, but they are on the opposite side to my bed. He steps out and around still looking dazed from his sleep.

"SHIT! What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes widening in horror.

"I, I..." I stutter.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" he snaps, he is obviously not a morning person, or maybe he is just one of those people that doesn't like waking up in their own bedroom only to find someone else in it.

"Oh, right, you live here. Look I am going to have a shower, put some clothes on because when I get out we are going to breakfast. You got that Weaselette?" he states.

I nod in reply; I don't really know what he is talking about seeing as I tuned out after the first word, I was mesmerized by the hair that was sticking up at the back of his head. It looked really silly on such a popular, perfect guy. I went to my trunk to see what I was going to wear today, seeing as it was a Saturday that meant I had to wear casual clothes. I rummaged through and eventually pulled out a black and silver superman tee-shirt and a pair of wide leg jeans. I also grabbed fresh undies, socks and a bra. I sat on my bed and pulled the curtains around it, this was when I tried to get dressed.

I don't know if any of you have ever tried to get dressed on a bed but it is not that easy to do. First I had to take my pj's off, which wasn't that hard but it still required a lot of grunting. I then tried to put on my jeans, this was very difficult considering I had to standup and I was just that little bit too tall to do it without hunching over. Then came the top which was the easiest part, then I pulled on my fresh socks.

I think the toughest part of getting dressed is always finding my shoes. I live in my chucks; I have three pairs, green high-tops, orange high-tops and a pair of black denim high tops. Today I planned on wearing the denim ones, but I was struggling to find them. I pulled out the entire contents of my trunk and sorted through it, finally after about ten minutes I managed to produce two matching black denim shoes. This was quite a feat for me.

It was at the moment when I was packing everything back into my trunk, when Draco decided that he should vacate the bathroom. He simply looked at me in shock, there I was sitting in the middle of the floor packing undies and bras back into my trunk. He looked totally adorable fresh from the shower, his hair was still slightly wet and his cheeks were still pink from the hot water, his jeans and black button up shirt looked vintage. On his perfectly sized feet he wore a pair of white DC skate shoes, he looked very trendy and I looked like I was wearing a potato sack.

"Are you ready to go? I'm leaving." he says after clearing his throat.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Lesson number one; make your own decision. I will ask you again. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes." I say firmly, this surprises me; I have never really made my own decision before I usually let someone else do it for me. It makes life so much easier.

Instead of replying to me, he simply grabs his black jacket and leaves the room. I hurriedly rush to grab my oversized black hoodie and run out the door. As I am trying to catch up with him I slip on the jumper. I love this jumper so much, it hides my shape, it simply looks really big, and it also helps that it is really comfortable. I finally catch up with him and he doesn't even glance at me.

When we reach the Great hall I fall into quite a conundrum. Where do I sit? I mean I am part of the Gryffindor house, but I am living with Slytherins. I look for Draco but quickly realize he isn't going to help me as he has already begun to head over to the Slytherin table. I just continue to stand there, I look like a real freak, that's when the rest of the students notice me, and they all stop what they are doing and look at me. Now it's all eyes on me. I begin to turn pink, I don't like people staring at me, I fighting a battle in my head, the one half is telling me to just turn and leave the other half is telling me that I should hurry up and pick a table.

That's when I hear the first laugh. It comes from somewhere over at the Slytherin table, the opposite end of Draco. My heart is thumping; I think it will explode in a second. Then the Gryffindor's begin. The whole table laughs at me, this starts up the Ravenclaw and the Hufflepuff's. That's when I feel a hand roughly grab my elbow and the hall goes silent. I look up to who the hand belongs to and it is... Professor Snape. He isn't even looking at me, rather staring at the other students then he begins to march me to the Slytherin table, the only table who didn't really laugh at me. He plonks me down next to Draco and doesn't even look back.

"What were you thinking? I thought I told you to make your own decisions, god could you be more of a, a ... forget it. Just eat your breakfast." he says trailing off.

I look at the food on the table; there are toasts and cereals, eggs and bacon. I pick up an egg and put it on my plate. I then cut it in half and then in quarters, I don't want to look fat. I quickly eat a quarter of the egg, and place my knife and fork back down on the table.

Draco looks down at the plate and sighs, he then adds a small rasher of bacon and cuts one of his pieces of toast in half and places it on my plate.

In my ear he whispers for me to eat it. I look down at the food, and then at Draco, I realize that I have to do it. I look down at my wrists, I can see the bones. Slowly I eat the food, with each bite I feel like I am accomplishing something. Then the owls start to arrive. I rarely receive owls, but today I got two. I open the first one recognizing my mother's hand writing.

'Dearest Ginny,

Dumbledore told me about your health, dear, you are beautiful just as you are. You don't need to change yourself for anyone, especially not Draco Malfoy. Please make an effort to get better.

Dumbledore also told me about what Ronald was saying to you, I have sent him a howler, make sure you listen to it.

I love you sweetie.

Mummy.xoxox'

I feel like crying, I didn't want my mum to worry about me. I look up to the Gryffindor table where Ron received and owl. I watch him open the howler, the whole hall goes quiet. Mum's voice fills the hall.

'RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY.

HOW DARE YOU BE HORRID TO YOUR SISTER! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO LOOK OUT FOR HER. I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU. APOLOGIZE TO HER AT ONCE.

And Harry, dear, I don't like to yell at you, but I expected more from you. Picking on Ginny like that. Please show more respect for ladies from now on.

Ginny dear, don't let them get to you.'

The howler then proceeded to rip itself up and spontaneously combust.

I then got a chance to look at my second letter. There were two pages.

'Ginny,

I thought you should know what could happen to you if you don't eat. I know that you are trying to make yourself more appealing but you are beautiful just as you are.

Read this.

Love,

Pansy.'

'Anorexia Side Effects:

Sufferer's periods may stop

Stomach aches

Tiredness

Constipation

Could become chronically ill

Could cause osteoporosis

Can impede growth

Could suffer from bulimia

Anorexia usually starts in teen years and can last into adulthood. It often effects communication with peers and causes people to not want to interact with friends.'

Now I can feel the tears running down my face. I want to die, how could I be stupid enough to let this happen to me. How could I hurt the people that used to care about me? I mean what if I had of died, no matter what Ron says I know he would have been upset. What about Bill and Charlie, Percy and the twins they are my family, my older brothers how could I not have realized this would affect them.

I really am pathetic, I only ever think about myself, did I ever spare a thought to anyone else; I just always looked at how bad everyone else was to me. Especially Draco, he was why I did this in the first place, I thought that I would really care what he thought. God I am such an idiot everything anyone ever said to me is right just not in the ay they intended it to be. Sometimes I guess people just don't realize what they are going to say could effect people in other ways than just hurting their feelings.

"Umm, Weasley. Why are you crying, no don't answer that. Just stop and control your self. Lesson number two, always acted civilized, don't blubber like a whale in public." he remarks.

"I have to go." I say, already rising from the table. I briskly walk from the Great hall, I didn't even know that I knew how to walk 'briskly' but obviously I do.

Now instead of feeling sorry for my self, I am feeling angry. It's hard to believe that a letter from Pansy Parkinson could do this to me, but somehow it has managed to. I feel like such a git, I let everyone else's comments get to me. I mean it's like I woke up this morning in Draco's room and I felt different. Like I actually peeked at him when he was sleeping, there is something about sitting with him and his friends that makes me feel like I can amount to something.

I know that they have always belittled me, they were always the first ones to call me names and poke fun at me but since I have been with them for a whole 12 hours or something they have accepted me. But I don't know whether or not Draco has said something to them, but even that doesn't matter. I have to be different.

I run back to my, our, room and search through my trunk. I finally find my pouch of money. I have been saving this money for an emergency, I have been collecting since first year, I have a fair bit in their. But for this transformation I am going to need help. All I know how to do, is hide, I am going to need help.

A few minutes later, Draco comes marching into the room. He glances around then finally spots me, he breathes heavily. He closes the door and comes over to me.

"What were you thinking? You just left; I had no idea where you had gone."

"Sorry, Draco. I had to go. Listen can you help me?" I ask looking up at him hopefully.

"With what?"

"I need a change."

"Like what?"

"I am going to become a different me."

"A different you?"

"Yeah. Look I understand if you don't want to help seeing as we just met and I am a young girl but please. I am sick of this; I am sick of who I am. I hate the feeling of no self worth constantly. Today Pansy sent me an owl and it told me about anorexia. She told me that I could have died, I got angry, like I know that Ron is a prat but deep down inside of him he loves me. And the twins and Percy and Bill and most of all Charlie. And I never even thought about them, I was concentrating too hard on all of the horrid things that everyone was saying to and about me. I was being extremely selfish. But then I realized that all of those people would have missed me if I had have died, I would have missed me."

"..."

"I know you don't really understand what I am saying, but the first thing you taught me this morning was to make my own decisions, I mean I know that you were talking about going to breakfast but it runs so much more deeper than that. I have always let everyone else decided for me; I let Tom do it in the beginning. I let him control me and tell me what to do, I let myself love him."

"You loved him? I thought it was just that he got into your head and controlled you, I didn't think you would love him."

That's when I had another wave of realization; love is a very strong word. Did I love him? Or had I loved him? Yes I did. He was my everything and I thought I was his.

But before I had a chance to tell Draco anything, a bell rang. Considering that it was a Saturday it was very strange. Draco grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the common room. People were gathering there, everyone looking as confused as I felt. There were girls screaming, I have no idea why though, but everyone sort of just figured we were under attack.

Then Snape came through the portrait.

"EVERYBODY CALM DOWN! Thank you. Listen very carefully, there is a severe storm coming, it is expected that Hogwarts will suffer some damage. It is advised that everyone return to their rooms and leave until advised. Please do so." Snape then turned on his heel and left.

Girls were quickly walking back to their rooms their faces relaxing; storms weren't as exciting as battles. The guys were all joking and laughing while walking back to their dorms. Then it was just me and Draco, together we walked back to our dorms. Time passed very slowly that afternoon, I went and had a bath while Draco began his homework.

At about six, a house elf brought us our dinner. Draco sat at his desk at ate his meal while I curled up on the floor and picked at a salad. Draco looked over his shoulder at me and my meal. With a grunt he got up and sat down next to me, he didn't say anything but he took my plate and chopped the fillet of chicken into small pieces and mixed it in with my salad.

He then returned to his own meal, he was eating quickly but still watching me. Gradually I worked my way through the salad and a glass of water. I then took my plate and his to the door where a house elf was waiting. Thanking it I returned to my bed. I wasn't going to let Draco know that I was afraid or storms, actually I don't think afraid is the right word I am petrified. I don't like the volume or the winds I don't like how everything goes dark and then there is lighting and all you can see is freaky outlines of objects.

I lay on my bed and begun my homework, I had to write a 1.5 foot essay on the characteristics of a Billywig. I had no idea how I was going to find 1.5 feet of information on an over grown mosquito.

I glanced at clock on the wall, it was nine thirty, and I thought it was time to go to bed.

"I'm going to bed now. Goodnight." I said after I had put my pj's on.

"Okay, goodnight." Draco replied.

I climbed into my large bed and closed the curtains, that was when the thunder begun. I read somewhere once that thunder was just the sound that lighting made, but that still didn't make it any less scary.

I finally fell into a restless sleep. I was dreaming that I was being chased in the Forbidden Forest and I couldn't get away. It was so dark, and I tripped, I fell over a branch and the figure was closing in on me. He was brandishing a knife, he kept getting closer and closer, he pulled of his cloak and it was Tom Riddle.

I told you I would come back for you. I promised you that I would never leave you alone. Come back to me. Come back to me as I have come back to you.

I screamed.

I felt hands grabbing my shoulders, I was crying and I started to kick and punch the figure. IT kept grabbing me. He wasn't letting me go. I was disappearing...


Authors Note:

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