A/N: Hey guys, just to let you know I won't be updating until the week after next because I'm going on vacation to Florida and don't think I'll have a computer.

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Ginny could hear voices whispering around her. Where was she? Couldn't those voices shut up a bit?

She opened her eyes to see her three brothers, Harry and Hermione gathered around her. She was in the hospital wing.

"Hey! Look who decided to grace us with her presence!" Fred shouted.

"Shut it!" Ginny growled. "What happened?"

"You passed out." said Harry, "None of us really knew what happened, actually."

"First you were kicking Michael's ass and then you just collaspsed." said Fred.

"How long has it been?"

"Almost twenty-four hours now!" said George "We thought you were going to kick it!"

"Out!" screamed Madam Pomfrey, "She needs her rest!"

"She's been resting this entire time!" Ron retorted, as they were ushered out of the hospital wing, and Ginny was left alone.

Madam Pomfrey immediately brought her a dinner tray.

"JUST what I need right now" Ginny thought bitterly, playing with her bread.

"Miss Weasley, could you tell me exactly what you were doing when you collapsed?" Madame Pomfrey asked.

Ginny thought fast.

"I was practicing summoning charms for Professor Flitwick, and I –uh tired my self out a bit."

"REALLY NOW? That sort of thing certainly would not knock you out for a full day. You're awfully thin. Have you been eating right?"

"Course I have" said Ginny, fearing that Madame Pomfrey could hear her rapidly beating heart and taking a big bite of her bread to show her how well she ate.

"Very well, when you are finished eating you may leave. Be warned! Any more incidents like this and we will have to take further action, perhaps put you on a diet plan and yes, contact your'e parents.!

"Mhmm" said Ginny, her mouth now full of chicken soup.

Shit. Would they really contact her parents? Her poor Mum wouldn't be able to handle that, she had always worked so hard to make sure that there was food on the table for her children, despite them not having much money. She did a wonderful job, Ginny had always had more than enough food...and she didn't even appreciate it. Her father wouldn't take it well either that this was happening to his only little girl, the one he would give the last cookie too when her brothers teased her. She was a Daddy's girl and it broke her heart to think of him, working so hard to provide for their massive family.

When she finished eating, she changed, swung her much too heavy bag on her tiny shoulder and walked briskly out the door and down the corridor to the girl's lavatory. It was empty as almost everyone was at dinner.

She closed the door of one of the stalls and took a puking pastille out of her bag and swallowed it whole. She gagged revisited her sad little dinner. She took a sip of water from the sink, to get the taste out of her mouth.

When she was finished, she headed to Gryffindor tower and expected to find the common room empty. She climbed through the portrait whole and of all people, saw Harry.

He was sitting in one of the big squishy arm-chairs near the fire, looking deep in thought. He didn't notice her until she sat down across from him.

"Ginny! How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Why aren't you at dinner?"

Harry looked at her for a minute with inquisitive eyes.

"I was so worried about you, I wouldn't be able to bear it if you got hurt or something and it was my entire fault. I don't know if we should have gone on with the meeting."

"Typical Harry" Ginny thought.

Ginny couldn't help but thinking that in a way, it was Harry's fault. He's the one who didn't like her, he's the one she pukes her guts out every night for, the one she starves herself, steals from her brothers, and lies for.

Hot tears filled Ginny's eyes. How could she have sunk this low?

She discreetly wiped the tears with the back of her hand and got up from her chair.

"It's not your fault Harry, believe me it's all mine!" said Ginny, running out of the portrait hole, leaving a bewildered Harry alone in his chair.

When she was outside of the common room she gave a small sob and set off for the owlery. She was so flustered by the time she got there that she wrenched open the door and slammed it behind her, causing several large owls to flutter their wings angrily and fly out the open windows.

She sat down against the wall and retrieved a quill, ink, and parchment from her bag. She pondered for a minute what she would say, or more importantly, who she would say it to.

She made up her mind and started to write;

Dear Bill,

I'm sorry I haven't written to you much this year, I've been quite busy. I'm actually writing to you today for a pretty serious reason. I think I'm choosing to tell you of all people, because I know that you, especially out of the family, would be the most understanding and the least likely to judge me…because the last thing I need right now is to be judged.

I know you will be worried about me, but here goes; I think I may have an eating disorder. I haven't been eating much at all, and when I do eat, I can't stop making myself throw up. Fred and George have noticed that I've gotten thinner and they've threatened to tell Mum, but please don't tell Mum Bill. Mum will lose her marbles, you know that. What I do need is advice, so that I can get better. I'm scared Bill, and out of all my brothers you're always the nicest to me so please don't be mad at me, I need my big brother to help me out.

Love, Ginny.

Wiping a tear from her eye, Ginny stood up and rolled up the scroll of parchment. She began browsing the remaining owls, looking for a reliable one, when none other than Cho Chang came barging in.

Ginny looked around and immediately felt her heart beat faster.

"Hey Ginny,didn't mean to bother you, but it's my mum's birthday andI've got to send her a present." Cho said .

"That's nice." Ginny said politely.

Cho looked especially pretty that morning. She long dark hair was flawless and swept back into a smooth low ponytail. Her natural looking face was bright and there wasn't a blemish in sight on her porcelain skin.

Ginny knew that she didn't look quite so radiant herself. She hadn't washed or worn makeup on her face for about two days since she had been in the hospital wing for the last twenty four hours, and her fiery hair was tangled and brittle.

Any confidence that Ginny had for herself over Cho was eradicated. Of course Harry would choose Cho. She turned to leave, sticking the letter back into her bag to be mailed another time. She still wasn't satisfied that she was beautiful. She would send Bill the letter when things got really desperate. Ginny wasn't finished.

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