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It had been three weeks since Draco and Hermione had had their "relationship" or whatever the hell you want to call it. Even thought Draco had gotten what he wanted (for the most part) he still couldn't help feeling that something in his life was missing. And every time he saw the bushy-haired Gryffindor he subconsciously knew what that was. He had been watching her constantly for the past three weeks now and was starting to notice something was wrong. She was barely eating anything and her clothes seamed to be getting larger. You really couldn't tell unless you studied her closely, and Draco was sure he was the only one to see her naked. His first guess was that she was starving herself but he knew that Hermione would never be that stupid. He watched her walk from class to class only occasionally raising her hand. She got into the dormitory late at night and was already gone when he woke up. Her chocolate eyes had lost all sparkle and emotion, looking almost lifeless. The worst part was Draco somehow felt responsible for whatever was happening to this beautiful girl. Even after all the times he had told himself it was her own fault he knew, deep down he knew, if it wasn't for him that she would be perfectly fine. He found himself staring at the back of her head every time they had class together, wondering what was going on with her. Then one day in early October Draco couldn't take it anymore. She hadn't raised her hand once all day and he knew that he had to figure out what was happening and fast.
It seemed it wasn't only Draco who was noticing Hermione's sudden weight loss. Harry and Ron were noticing as well. She had already lost at least 5 pounds and the next day she sat down next to Harry and Ron. They even included her in their conversation about Snape. She was so happy she completely forgot about not eating and piled her plate high.
"Do you really think you should be eating all that?" asked Lavender obviously disgusted. She herself only had a little salad with low-fat dressing.
"Hermione" said Ron "We haven't accepted you back yet. But if you keep up with that diet of yours you may have a fighting chance." Harry didn't say anything.
"Oh you're right," said Hermione quickly. "I just forgot that's all." She grinned feeling sheepish. Bellow stomach growled in protest. It hadn't had anything to eat in at least 4 days. This was the longest she had attempted to go with out food but if food was what she had to sacrifice to get her old friends back then that's what she would do.
Draco watched her from across the hall. He saw her pile her plate up high with food and sit down next to saint Potter and his friend the Weasel. He was just about to enjoy his meal in peace when he saw the Weasel say something to her and push the plate away. She blushed and went back to talking, not touching a thing on her plate. He had to figure out what she was doing to herself. But part of him already knew, he just didn't want to accept it.
That night after dinner Draco followed Hermione down to the kitchens. Down there she ordered enough food for four people. She thanked the house elves and made her way to the swimming pool. There she sat on the bench and ate every last thing on the plate, until she couldn't eat anymore. She stretched her stomach as far as it would go. She was so hungry. Finally the button on her jeans popped open and she looked down at her taunt stomach. She ran to the bathroom and stuck her finger down her throat. She had heard about models and teenage girls who did this kind of thing but she had never tried it before. Draco had watched the whole thing, including the binge and the retching. He knew Hermione needed to see Dumbledore or somebody but he was young and foolish and thought he could fix this problem by himself.
"Granger!" cried Draco, "What the hell are you doing to yourself?" he demanded.
"It's none of your business." She replied heatedly "I mean you could never ever care about filth like me."
"Granger. You think starving yourself is going to make Potter and Weasely like you again? News flash Hermione they never really liked you anyway!"
"Why should you care?" she screamed, "It's my body and if this is what I want to do with it then it is my damn choice!"
"Granger, so many girls have died because of this fucking fat problem! I have had so many hospitalized over wanting me. I understand but Granger you don't have to do this for me."
"You. Are. The most self-centered, ego-logical bastard I have ever met. You really think I am doing this for you Draco Malfoy! Well fuck you. I am doing this for myself. I do not want to be labeled as the Fat girl anymore." Cried Hermione desperately. With that she stripped down to her bathing suit (which was underneath her clothes) and started swimming laps, leaving Draco to do whatever he pleased. She slowed down after the third lap and stopped swimming. She started to sink slowly to the bottom.
Draco was lost in his thought as he sat right outside the door watching her swim. He kept thinking that maybe those fat jokes had gone too far. Maybe if he had listened when she told him to stop then she would in their house quarters reading a book right now or they could be screwing each other silly. His train of thought was interrupted by the sudden sound of no splashing. He ran into the poolroom, looking franticly for Hermione. He didn't see her anywhere but suddenly saw the breath bubbles emerging from the water. He didn't even bother to take off his shirt he dived right in and swam to the bottom. He lifted up Hermione ran out the door. Even though he was worried sick about her he still couldn't help think how perfectly she fit into his arms. He kept checking her to make sure she was breathing and he was amazed at how light she felt in his arms. Last time she seemed loads heavier. He put his one hand in her stomach and felt how sucked it was. Last time there had been a considerable amount of fat piled onto her but now there was barley anything. Maybe he was exaggerating but he couldn't help it. Finally he reached the hospital wing.
"Madame Promfrey!" he cried. "Madame Promfrey!" She came running out of the little office at the back of the hospital wing.
"What is it Mr. Malfoy?" Then she noticed the unconscious Hermione lying in his arms. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "What did you do?"
It had been three weeks since Draco and Hermione had had their "relationship" or whatever the hell you want to call it. Even thought Draco had gotten what he wanted (for the most part) he still couldn't help feeling that something in his life was missing. And every time he saw the bushy-haired Gryffindor he subconsciously knew what that was. He had been watching her constantly for the past three weeks now and was starting to notice something was wrong. She was barely eating anything and her clothes seamed to be getting larger. You really couldn't tell unless you studied her closely, and Draco was sure he was the only one to see her naked. His first guess was that she was starving herself but he knew that Hermione would never be that stupid. He watched her walk from class to class only occasionally raising her hand. She got into the dormitory late at night and was already gone when he woke up. Her chocolate eyes had lost all sparkle and emotion, looking almost lifeless. The worst part was Draco somehow felt responsible for whatever was happening to this beautiful girl. Even after all the times he had told himself it was her own fault he knew, deep down he knew, if it wasn't for him that she would be perfectly fine. He found himself staring at the back of her head every time they had class together, wondering what was going on with her. Then one day in early October Draco couldn't take it anymore. She hadn't raised her hand once all day and he knew that he had to figure out what was happening and fast.
It seemed it wasn't only Draco who was noticing Hermione's sudden weight loss. Harry and Ron were noticing as well. She had already lost at least 5 pounds and the next day she sat down next to Harry and Ron. They even included her in their conversation about Snape. She was so happy she completely forgot about not eating and piled her plate high.
"Do you really think you should be eating all that?" asked Lavender obviously disgusted. She herself only had a little salad with low-fat dressing.
"Hermione" said Ron "We haven't accepted you back yet. But if you keep up with that diet of yours you may have a fighting chance." Harry didn't say anything.
"Oh you're right," said Hermione quickly. "I just forgot that's all." She grinned feeling sheepish. Bellow stomach growled in protest. It hadn't had anything to eat in at least 4 days. This was the longest she had attempted to go with out food but if food was what she had to sacrifice to get her old friends back then that's what she would do.
Draco watched her from across the hall. He saw her pile her plate up high with food and sit down next to saint Potter and his friend the Weasel. He was just about to enjoy his meal in peace when he saw the Weasel say something to her and push the plate away. She blushed and went back to talking, not touching a thing on her plate. He had to figure out what she was doing to herself. But part of him already knew, he just didn't want to accept it.
That night after dinner Draco followed Hermione down to the kitchens. Down there she ordered enough food for four people. She thanked the house elves and made her way to the swimming pool. There she sat on the bench and ate every last thing on the plate, until she couldn't eat anymore. She stretched her stomach as far as it would go. She was so hungry. Finally the button on her jeans popped open and she looked down at her taunt stomach. She ran to the bathroom and stuck her finger down her throat. She had heard about models and teenage girls who did this kind of thing but she had never tried it before. Draco had watched the whole thing, including the binge and the retching. He knew Hermione needed to see Dumbledore or somebody but he was young and foolish and thought he could fix this problem by himself.
"Granger!" cried Draco, "What the hell are you doing to yourself?" he demanded.
"It's none of your business." She replied heatedly "I mean you could never ever care about filth like me."
"Granger. You think starving yourself is going to make Potter and Weasely like you again? News flash Hermione they never really liked you anyway!"
"Why should you care?" she screamed, "It's my body and if this is what I want to do with it then it is my damn choice!"
"Granger, so many girls have died because of this fucking fat problem! I have had so many hospitalized over wanting me. I understand but Granger you don't have to do this for me."
"You. Are. The most self-centered, ego-logical bastard I have ever met. You really think I am doing this for you Draco Malfoy! Well fuck you. I am doing this for myself. I do not want to be labeled as the Fat girl anymore." Cried Hermione desperately. With that she stripped down to her bathing suit (which was underneath her clothes) and started swimming laps, leaving Draco to do whatever he pleased. She slowed down after the third lap and stopped swimming. She started to sink slowly to the bottom.
Draco was lost in his thought as he sat right outside the door watching her swim. He kept thinking that maybe those fat jokes had gone too far. Maybe if he had listened when she told him to stop then she would in their house quarters reading a book right now or they could be screwing each other silly. His train of thought was interrupted by the sudden sound of no splashing. He ran into the poolroom, looking franticly for Hermione. He didn't see her anywhere but suddenly saw the breath bubbles emerging from the water. He didn't even bother to take off his shirt he dived right in and swam to the bottom. He lifted up Hermione ran out the door. Even though he was worried sick about her he still couldn't help think how perfectly she fit into his arms. He kept checking her to make sure she was breathing and he was amazed at how light she felt in his arms. Last time she seemed loads heavier. He put his one hand in her stomach and felt how sucked it was. Last time there had been a considerable amount of fat piled onto her but now there was barley anything. Maybe he was exaggerating but he couldn't help it. Finally he reached the hospital wing.
"Madame Promfrey!" he cried. "Madame Promfrey!" She came running out of the little office at the back of the hospital wing.
"What is it Mr. Malfoy?" Then she noticed the unconscious Hermione lying in his arms. "Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed. "What did you do?"