Anorexia: Chapter One
Summary: Meet Ginny Weasley, she's fifteen, she's in love, and she thinks she's fat. 'He'd love me, if I was thinner. He sees me like my mum, he thinks I'm fat! I have to lose this weight or he'll never love me, ever!' And that's how it is.
Disclaimer: You know its all for Jo, coz I said so. The characters and places, bring in all her faces, not mine.
Warnings: Might be a little OOC, and mentions of mental diseases.
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Chapter One: Help Me, Help You.
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Virginia Weasley, more commonly known as Ginny, gazed into the mirror, rather impatient with herself. She'd taken forever to get ready, but of course it was the first day back at school, and she was a fifth year now. Harry needed to see how she'd matured. She was gunna be fifteen, he had to notice her now. She'd told everyone she was over him, and dating other guys had distracted her, but she wanted Harry; She wanted him so badly it hurt.
She sighed and she turned sideways.
"Why can't they make these stupid robes slimmer, I look like a heffer. Harry'll notice me, but not in a good way."
She removed her hair clip, allowing her magically curled hair to tumble to her shoulders. She knew Harry used to have a thing for Cho, but hopefully he didn't anymore.
"What if he doesn't like the colour of my hair?" Ginny wimpered to herself.
She had been up half the night dying her hair bleach-blonde. She thought it looked alot nicer, but would Harry. She'd had to do it when she'd gotten to school becuase there was no way her mother and father would have allowed her to go loking like she did. They thought beauty should be natural, not cosmetically conjured. Her only task was convincing Ron to tell them, which wouldn't be hard. She practically had him around her finger as it was.
She popped the bubble her gum had made and picked up her book bag. She was going to miss breakfast if she didn't go soon.
She rushed down the stairs and paused when she entered the Gryffindor Common Room. Neville had just walked through the portrait hole.
"G-Ginny?" He asked.
"Hey Neville," Ginny said sweetly and left the room quickly. She didn't spend alot of time around Neville since their date two years ago at the Yule Ball.
She had really only agreed to go with him because she wanted to go to Ball, not because she liked him. Unfortunately, Neville had thought it was the latter and asked her out. It was almost painfully to say no, especially when you could see the hurt in his eyes.
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She entered the Great Hall in a rush and quickly took a seat next to Hermione, who was opposite Harry and Ron. She kept her head down when she saw Ron's eyes widen and dart to her hair.
"Ginny, what have you done to your hair?"
"Dyed it," She said, stating the obvious.
"Why?"
Ginny looked up at him. "Don't you like it?"
"You look beautiful," Hermione said when Ron opened his mouth.
Ron winced when, by Ginny's guess, Hermione kicked him in the leg.
"Doesn't she Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, bloody great," Ron said, examining his foot.
"Hi Harry," Ginny said, hoping to strike up a conversation with him.
"Hello," Harry grunted, not even looking up from his plate, which contained a large pile of mashed food.
Ginny watched Hermione pile food onto her plate.
She blinked absently at the toast, bacon, eggs and tomato.
"Oh Hermione, that's so too much," Ginny said, taking a piece of toast and nibbling it slowly.
"Why are you eating like that?" Ron asked curiously.
"'Glitter Witch' says if you eat things more slowly it won't clog up your metabolism," Ginny said, taking another tiny bite of toast.
"What's 'Glitter Witch'?" Hermione asked, spooning a large mush of egg into her mouth."
Ginny shook her head at Hermione, "If you keep eating like that you'll never get a perfect figure, Hermione."
Hermione exchanged a look with Ron.
"'Glitter Witch' is Ginny's latest girly magazine," Ron told Hermione, deliberately filling his mouth with gourmet sausage.
Ginny ignored him and took another bite of her toast. She chewed, swallowed and placed the half-eaten toasted bread slice onto her plate.
"Finished," She announced cheerfully.
Hermione and Ron looked at her plate.
"You barely finished your toast let alone a healthy breakfast," Hermione told her.
"Yeah," Ron said, backing Hermione up.
"Like fried egg is exactly healthy," Ginny countered, "Think of the fat."
"Since when did you care about how much fat is in your eggs?" Ron asked.
"Since I've been on a diet," Ginny told them. Getting up from her seat and moving further down the table to her best friend, Jasmine.
Ron gaped as his sister walked away.
"Tell you guys found that weird too?" Ron asked his friends.
Hermione nodded, "Extremely."
They both noticed Harry hadn't said anything.
"What's up, mate?" Ron asked, elbowing Harry.
Harry gazed at them absently. "Yeah, Ginny looks great," He muttered, totally off the subject.
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She had spend every spare moment with Harry trying to make him notice her. During lunch, dinner and in the common room before Ron had dragged him off to their dorm.
"Why won't he notice me?" Ginny asked, pounding her knees in frustration.
"He doesn't notice anyone or anything," Hermione reminded her as she scribbled along a piece of parchment.
"That's not the point," Ginny said, still frustrated.
"I thought you didn't like Harry anymore," Hermione said teasingly.
"I don't!" Ginny said, realising she'd just told Hermione she liked Harry again.
Hermione gave her a do-I-look-stupid look. "I know you still do."
"So what if I do?" Ginny asked, trying to play it cool. "You aren't going to tell him, are you?"
Hermione chuckled, "He wouldn't be listening if I did."
Ginny sighed, relieved. "Thanks," She said, leaning back into her armchair.
"Relax, Gin, he'll recover soon, you know him."
"I hope you're right," Ginny muttered, staring at a crack in the ceiling.
"Ginny, I've been meaning to talk to you all day about something," Hermione said, suddenly a little nervous.
"Really?" Ginny asked, not really paying attention, still thinking about Harry.
"You know you shouldn't make your crush on Harry affect the way you look at yourself."
"It's not a crush!" Ginny snapped, "I love him!"
"That's what I meant," Hermione said hurriedly. "You still shouldn't let it change you. Harry will like you for you."
"What do you know," Ginny snapped, getting up. "If he liked me as I am, he'd be with me. Don't talk about things you don't understand, Hermione."
Ginny stood motionless for a few second then run up the Girls' Dormitory stair, tears in her eyes.
Hermione sighed and sunk into her seat. "How am I going to help her if she won't help herself?"
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END CHAPTER!!!
What ya guys think? I know it's like so OOC, but I don't normally write Ginny POV type fics. Tell me EXACTLY what you think, don't sugar-coat it, I hate it when people do that. And no "please update" kind of review, I don't like them anymore than sugar-coating ;D
Until Next Chapter...
-Chari-J, xox.
Summary: Meet Ginny Weasley, she's fifteen, she's in love, and she thinks she's fat. 'He'd love me, if I was thinner. He sees me like my mum, he thinks I'm fat! I have to lose this weight or he'll never love me, ever!' And that's how it is.
Disclaimer: You know its all for Jo, coz I said so. The characters and places, bring in all her faces, not mine.
Warnings: Might be a little OOC, and mentions of mental diseases.
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Chapter One: Help Me, Help You.
---
Virginia Weasley, more commonly known as Ginny, gazed into the mirror, rather impatient with herself. She'd taken forever to get ready, but of course it was the first day back at school, and she was a fifth year now. Harry needed to see how she'd matured. She was gunna be fifteen, he had to notice her now. She'd told everyone she was over him, and dating other guys had distracted her, but she wanted Harry; She wanted him so badly it hurt.
She sighed and she turned sideways.
"Why can't they make these stupid robes slimmer, I look like a heffer. Harry'll notice me, but not in a good way."
She removed her hair clip, allowing her magically curled hair to tumble to her shoulders. She knew Harry used to have a thing for Cho, but hopefully he didn't anymore.
"What if he doesn't like the colour of my hair?" Ginny wimpered to herself.
She had been up half the night dying her hair bleach-blonde. She thought it looked alot nicer, but would Harry. She'd had to do it when she'd gotten to school becuase there was no way her mother and father would have allowed her to go loking like she did. They thought beauty should be natural, not cosmetically conjured. Her only task was convincing Ron to tell them, which wouldn't be hard. She practically had him around her finger as it was.
She popped the bubble her gum had made and picked up her book bag. She was going to miss breakfast if she didn't go soon.
She rushed down the stairs and paused when she entered the Gryffindor Common Room. Neville had just walked through the portrait hole.
"G-Ginny?" He asked.
"Hey Neville," Ginny said sweetly and left the room quickly. She didn't spend alot of time around Neville since their date two years ago at the Yule Ball.
She had really only agreed to go with him because she wanted to go to Ball, not because she liked him. Unfortunately, Neville had thought it was the latter and asked her out. It was almost painfully to say no, especially when you could see the hurt in his eyes.
---
She entered the Great Hall in a rush and quickly took a seat next to Hermione, who was opposite Harry and Ron. She kept her head down when she saw Ron's eyes widen and dart to her hair.
"Ginny, what have you done to your hair?"
"Dyed it," She said, stating the obvious.
"Why?"
Ginny looked up at him. "Don't you like it?"
"You look beautiful," Hermione said when Ron opened his mouth.
Ron winced when, by Ginny's guess, Hermione kicked him in the leg.
"Doesn't she Ron?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, bloody great," Ron said, examining his foot.
"Hi Harry," Ginny said, hoping to strike up a conversation with him.
"Hello," Harry grunted, not even looking up from his plate, which contained a large pile of mashed food.
Ginny watched Hermione pile food onto her plate.
She blinked absently at the toast, bacon, eggs and tomato.
"Oh Hermione, that's so too much," Ginny said, taking a piece of toast and nibbling it slowly.
"Why are you eating like that?" Ron asked curiously.
"'Glitter Witch' says if you eat things more slowly it won't clog up your metabolism," Ginny said, taking another tiny bite of toast.
"What's 'Glitter Witch'?" Hermione asked, spooning a large mush of egg into her mouth."
Ginny shook her head at Hermione, "If you keep eating like that you'll never get a perfect figure, Hermione."
Hermione exchanged a look with Ron.
"'Glitter Witch' is Ginny's latest girly magazine," Ron told Hermione, deliberately filling his mouth with gourmet sausage.
Ginny ignored him and took another bite of her toast. She chewed, swallowed and placed the half-eaten toasted bread slice onto her plate.
"Finished," She announced cheerfully.
Hermione and Ron looked at her plate.
"You barely finished your toast let alone a healthy breakfast," Hermione told her.
"Yeah," Ron said, backing Hermione up.
"Like fried egg is exactly healthy," Ginny countered, "Think of the fat."
"Since when did you care about how much fat is in your eggs?" Ron asked.
"Since I've been on a diet," Ginny told them. Getting up from her seat and moving further down the table to her best friend, Jasmine.
Ron gaped as his sister walked away.
"Tell you guys found that weird too?" Ron asked his friends.
Hermione nodded, "Extremely."
They both noticed Harry hadn't said anything.
"What's up, mate?" Ron asked, elbowing Harry.
Harry gazed at them absently. "Yeah, Ginny looks great," He muttered, totally off the subject.
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She had spend every spare moment with Harry trying to make him notice her. During lunch, dinner and in the common room before Ron had dragged him off to their dorm.
"Why won't he notice me?" Ginny asked, pounding her knees in frustration.
"He doesn't notice anyone or anything," Hermione reminded her as she scribbled along a piece of parchment.
"That's not the point," Ginny said, still frustrated.
"I thought you didn't like Harry anymore," Hermione said teasingly.
"I don't!" Ginny said, realising she'd just told Hermione she liked Harry again.
Hermione gave her a do-I-look-stupid look. "I know you still do."
"So what if I do?" Ginny asked, trying to play it cool. "You aren't going to tell him, are you?"
Hermione chuckled, "He wouldn't be listening if I did."
Ginny sighed, relieved. "Thanks," She said, leaning back into her armchair.
"Relax, Gin, he'll recover soon, you know him."
"I hope you're right," Ginny muttered, staring at a crack in the ceiling.
"Ginny, I've been meaning to talk to you all day about something," Hermione said, suddenly a little nervous.
"Really?" Ginny asked, not really paying attention, still thinking about Harry.
"You know you shouldn't make your crush on Harry affect the way you look at yourself."
"It's not a crush!" Ginny snapped, "I love him!"
"That's what I meant," Hermione said hurriedly. "You still shouldn't let it change you. Harry will like you for you."
"What do you know," Ginny snapped, getting up. "If he liked me as I am, he'd be with me. Don't talk about things you don't understand, Hermione."
Ginny stood motionless for a few second then run up the Girls' Dormitory stair, tears in her eyes.
Hermione sighed and sunk into her seat. "How am I going to help her if she won't help herself?"
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END CHAPTER!!!
What ya guys think? I know it's like so OOC, but I don't normally write Ginny POV type fics. Tell me EXACTLY what you think, don't sugar-coat it, I hate it when people do that. And no "please update" kind of review, I don't like them anymore than sugar-coating ;D
Until Next Chapter...
-Chari-J, xox.