Ginny stood up from the dinner table and looked at her plate. It was empty. Luna always made really good food, it was hard not to clear your plate when she cooked. Ginny'd been binging a lot lately and she hated herself for it.

She had to get rid of all the food she ate.

Biting back tears, she walked to the bathroom at the top of the house and locked the door. She looked at the cuts on her knuckles from purging too many times, and she knew her teeth weren't in very good shape either, but she couldn't stop. When she binged, this was the only way to get the unwanted food out of her. She was too fat. Disgusting. She could feel the fat from everything she ate weighing on her, all the calories..

She sat in front of the toilet, lifted up the lid, and grabbed her toothbrush from the sink and leaned over the bowl.

The toothbrush hurt her throat more than her fingers did, but she didn't want to hurt her hands right now.

She stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and flushed the toilet. Body check. There was a scale in the corner and she slowly took her clothes off and looked in the full-length mirror hanging behind the door. She was disgusting. Fat. There were scars all over her thighs and ribs—you could start see the bones, she had a thigh gap.. but there was still so much extra fat and it was disgusting. She stepped on the scale and it read 44 kg. It was a little better than last time, but still too fat. Not what she wanted. She sat down next to the scale and cried. She was disgusting, fat, ugly. She wanted to be pretty. She wanted to pretty for Harry when he came home. But she wasn't. She wasn't even close. After about ten minutes of crying, she put her clothes back on and stood up.

Ginny brushed her teeth with the same toothbrush that had purged with and left the bathroom with tears still burning in her eyes.

Ginny's hands were aching for her blades, but Hermione had hid them and put an anti-summoning charm on them and she couldn't find them. So she'd been putting out her cigarettes on her legs instead. It was a different kind of pain, but it was pain nonetheless, and it was soothing. She liked it and it helped, but she missed the blood. The blood reminded her that she was alive. She could always find some more… When she went to her room to grab her pack, Hermione was waiting patiently on her bed.

"What were you doing?" Her voice was quiet, but stern.

Ginny didn't think Hermione had any room to talk, really. She was in Hermione's room last week and found her food journal. It was horrible; she was so mean to herself. Ginny couldn't imagine what it would sound like if Hermione said those awful words out loud. There was blood on some of the pages where the calorie count was too high, but Ginny couldn't find her blades. Hermione was too good at hiding, better than Ginny, or she wouldn't have found out about her. Not to mention Hermione's clothes were far too loose on her tiny frame. If she took them off, Ginny imagined she would easily be able to count her ribs.

"Nothing. Do you want to come out to smoke with me?" Ginny asked, grabbing her pack from her nightstand. Hermione shrugged and nodded.

"Lemme go get mine from my room. I'll meet you outside." She said softly.

It was difficult, living in this house without the boys. They'd been gone for a couple weeks, doing god knows what, and the girls were stuck here. Hermione and Ginny were falling apart. It wasn't because they were gone, it was just.. that they were falling apart. And Ginny didn't know how to help Hermione because Hermione was too busy helping Ginny and Luna was off in her little world, painting and drawing. Her paintings were hung around the house. Ginny thought her paintings made the world a little more beautiful.

"Hello, Ginny." Luna greeted Ginny happily when she walked outside. She was sitting on the swing Harry had put in the big tree in their front yard. "How are you?"

"I'm okay, Luna." Ginny answered, forcing a smile for her, sitting against the tree. Luna looked at her for a long time. She was beautiful as always; flowers in her hair, pretty little sundress, paint on her hands and arms, no shoes…

Hermione walked out, the front door slamming behind her, walking to sit next to Ginny.

"Took me forever to find the damn thing…" She mumbled, taking one out and lighting it. She took a long drag and smiled at Luna. "You look beautiful, today, love." She pointed at the paint on her arms. "What're you painting?"

"I was painting some flowers I found earlier." Luna grinned at Hermione. Ginny looked at Hermione, she was so beautiful, even though she'd been losing so much weight, and she knew that she was hiding cuts somewhere on her body.. Her long, curly hair was still shining and she was still fighting. Still so sweet. She was strong. Stronger than Ginny ever would be. But she was so good at hiding, and Ginny wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Can we see it when you're done painting?" Ginny asked. Luna beamed and nodded.

Luna was so full of life, so happy, so beautiful, so alive, so innocent and sweet. She was so lovely, someone you craved to be around. Ginny couldn't remember the last time she felt that alive.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes, while Ginny and Hermione finished smoking and Luna kept swinging, her long hair blowing in the wind. She looked at the two girls sitting under the tree.

"Are you two alright?" Luna asked, slowing down.

"What? Yes, I'm okay, I'm fine." Ginny's voice was panicked and she spoke before Hermione, who was calm but guarded.

"I'm fine, Luna."

"Really?" Luna got off the swing and sat in front of them. Her voice had lost the dreamy sort of tone that it usually had, and it had gotten serious and stern. Hermione lit another cigarette as she stared at her bare feet in the grass. "Because I'm not stupid. I see what you're doing to yourselves. I've seen the bags with spit up food in them in the rubbish bins. I hear you throwing up late at night, after meals, after everything you put in your mouth. I see you pushing the food around on your plates. I see the cuts on your knuckles from purging too much and I see the cigarette burns on your bodies. I see you counting calories and the pain in your eyes when you push away food. I see the pictures of the skinny girls in your room and the blades in the boxes under your bed. I see you cringe when someone touches your thighs or your ribs or your hips. I see you both falling apart. You're not okay." There were tears in her big blue eyes. "I notice when you don't eat, and I count the days you go without eating. You're my sisters, and you're so fucking beautiful. You're too beautiful to be doing this to yourself. I know it's not as easy as 'just eat something' and 'just stop cutting' I'm not stupid. But you need to get better, my loves, or this is going to kill you."