"What did you tell him?" A voice came from the other side of Harry's office. Lying to Draco hadn't come easy, but with an attractive Healer in the room, he didn't seem to care. Harry rubbed his eyes from behind his glasses and sighed deeply.
"That something important came up," Harry recited sadly. "It doesn't feel right lying to him, Gin." Harry raised his peridot eyes up to Ginny, who was busying herself around Harry's office. Her long, white robes grazed against her ankles as she scurried around the bookshelves, and her ginger hair flowed just below her shoulder blades. Her wand was balanced behind her ear, and she kept muttering to herself. "You're not even listening, are you?"
Ginny made a small 'hmm', and carried on flicking around the second bookshelf. Harry never even read most of those books. "Look," Ginny frowned deeply, and turned to Harry, "I can't fix everything just because I'm a Healer. Why can't you just let him get over this in his own time?"
Harry groaned loudly, "Ginny, please? For me?"
Ginny turned her nose up, "I'll see what I can do, Harry, but...an eating disorder isn't something I can wave a wand at. It's not just..." She shook her head, "it's deep set. He clearly shuts off when you try and talk to him about it," Ginny rubbed her forehead, "isn't there something else you could do to take his mind off of it?"
"Ah," Harry sat up, and smiled his most charming smile, "that's what I wanted to talk to you about..."