Chapter 2: No title
'Ginny! Ginny!' Ginny was aroused from her thoughts by a shrill voice calling her from downstairs. Ginny scowled and furrowed her brow 'What?!' she yelled down angrily 'Ginny you've food on the table – hurry up or it'll get cold!' Ginny glanced back at her reflection in the mirror and let out a snort of disgust
Look at the state they'd let her get in she thought eyeing the fat, ill looking figure staring out at her – and now they wanted her to eat more food?! Like Hell she would...
'I'm not hungry!' she barked automatically 'Virginia Weasley! Enough is enough! Come down this instance!' Ginny sighed and made her way down the stairs – where she met a very angry Mrs. Weasley. 'I will not have you take that tone of voice with me young lady' she growled angrily. Ginny had to worked hard to contain her amusement – young lady? She was almost nineteen! 'Well?' she barked 'Don't you have something to say?' Ginny glowered back at her 'No' she said sullenly 'Ginny!' Mrs. Weasley said crossly ' I really don't know what's gotten into you!' Then she added with a kinder voice 'Look I know you've been though a lot but really, don't you think this is getting a bit silly? Were all here...'
Ginny rolled her eye's and let her mothers words wash over her, she had heard this speech a thousand times – the sympathy speech. Ginny's eye's narrowed
Except there was no sympathy – they were just trying to make her forget Harry...
'Now' she heard her mother say 'Are you going to have something to eat?' Ginny nodded her head defeated, there was no point in arguing with her mother – knowing her she'd probably resort to force feeding her. Glumly she followed her into the kitchen, immediately the strong smell of bacon filled her nostril. Ginny blanched – the mere smell made her want to throw up. She looked around at the horrible fixed smiles that everyone had plastered on the faces upon her arrival; she glared at them and sat down. Her attention turned to the food that was laid out in front of her – for the second time her stomach lurched. In front of her were two gigantic greasy rashers of bacon, mushroom soaked in what looked like a barrel of grease and two plump eggs that could have fed a whole village for a month. She thought of her reflection in the mirror and began to panic – she couldn't eat this! All she could see was this horrible image of herself raging out of control. She glanced around the table trying to think of a way to dispose of the food with out attracting attention, her eye's fell on her napkin. Smiling slyly she laid the napkin out on her lap and picked her knife and fork poised ready to eat the food. Quickly, whilst no one was looking, she emptied some of the contents of her plate on to her lap and into the napkin, this seemed to have the desired affect. She tried to look mildly interested in the conversation that was taking place. 'So Ron, Hermione's back next week is she?' 'Oh yes, I can't wait to see her again! Always working though – hopefully this time she'll be back for good!' 'What was it that she was studying?' 'Advanced Transfiguration – she always did have a soft spot for it' 'Ah...She's done well for herself, shame about the college's early close though – Still it'll be great to have her back' 'I know I can't wait!' 'You mentioned...' Ginny momentarily forgot about scraping the food off her plate as she stared at her brother in disbelief. Had he just blocked Harry out of his life? To anyone who didn't know better, the way he was going on, it sounded like it had always just been him and Hermione. It made her want to seethe with anger – he was supposed to be Harry's best friend... Ginny looked down at her place and realized she had managed to get all the food off her plate and into her napkin – Suddenly a feeling of alarm struck her – what was she going to do with it now? There was far too much food in the napkin just to walk out unnoticed. Frantically she raked her brains hoping that an idea would strike her suddenly. 'Ginny?' Will you take the plates out into the kitchen for me please?' Ginny looked at her mother in horror – there was nothing else for it, she waited until Mrs Weasley had looked away then quickly stuffed the napkin up her jumper. With as much authority as she could muster with a napkin full of smelly food up her top – she marched into the kitchen holding the plates aloft. With a quick glance back to make sure no one was coming – she quickly shoved the napkin right to the bottom of the bin. Ginny helped clear the rest of the table as quickly as she could then ran up stairs and flung herself on her bed
That was too close...next time she would have to find a much more efficient way of getting rid of it...
'Ginny! Ginny!' Ginny was aroused from her thoughts by a shrill voice calling her from downstairs. Ginny scowled and furrowed her brow 'What?!' she yelled down angrily 'Ginny you've food on the table – hurry up or it'll get cold!' Ginny glanced back at her reflection in the mirror and let out a snort of disgust
Look at the state they'd let her get in she thought eyeing the fat, ill looking figure staring out at her – and now they wanted her to eat more food?! Like Hell she would...
'I'm not hungry!' she barked automatically 'Virginia Weasley! Enough is enough! Come down this instance!' Ginny sighed and made her way down the stairs – where she met a very angry Mrs. Weasley. 'I will not have you take that tone of voice with me young lady' she growled angrily. Ginny had to worked hard to contain her amusement – young lady? She was almost nineteen! 'Well?' she barked 'Don't you have something to say?' Ginny glowered back at her 'No' she said sullenly 'Ginny!' Mrs. Weasley said crossly ' I really don't know what's gotten into you!' Then she added with a kinder voice 'Look I know you've been though a lot but really, don't you think this is getting a bit silly? Were all here...'
Ginny rolled her eye's and let her mothers words wash over her, she had heard this speech a thousand times – the sympathy speech. Ginny's eye's narrowed
Except there was no sympathy – they were just trying to make her forget Harry...
'Now' she heard her mother say 'Are you going to have something to eat?' Ginny nodded her head defeated, there was no point in arguing with her mother – knowing her she'd probably resort to force feeding her. Glumly she followed her into the kitchen, immediately the strong smell of bacon filled her nostril. Ginny blanched – the mere smell made her want to throw up. She looked around at the horrible fixed smiles that everyone had plastered on the faces upon her arrival; she glared at them and sat down. Her attention turned to the food that was laid out in front of her – for the second time her stomach lurched. In front of her were two gigantic greasy rashers of bacon, mushroom soaked in what looked like a barrel of grease and two plump eggs that could have fed a whole village for a month. She thought of her reflection in the mirror and began to panic – she couldn't eat this! All she could see was this horrible image of herself raging out of control. She glanced around the table trying to think of a way to dispose of the food with out attracting attention, her eye's fell on her napkin. Smiling slyly she laid the napkin out on her lap and picked her knife and fork poised ready to eat the food. Quickly, whilst no one was looking, she emptied some of the contents of her plate on to her lap and into the napkin, this seemed to have the desired affect. She tried to look mildly interested in the conversation that was taking place. 'So Ron, Hermione's back next week is she?' 'Oh yes, I can't wait to see her again! Always working though – hopefully this time she'll be back for good!' 'What was it that she was studying?' 'Advanced Transfiguration – she always did have a soft spot for it' 'Ah...She's done well for herself, shame about the college's early close though – Still it'll be great to have her back' 'I know I can't wait!' 'You mentioned...' Ginny momentarily forgot about scraping the food off her plate as she stared at her brother in disbelief. Had he just blocked Harry out of his life? To anyone who didn't know better, the way he was going on, it sounded like it had always just been him and Hermione. It made her want to seethe with anger – he was supposed to be Harry's best friend... Ginny looked down at her place and realized she had managed to get all the food off her plate and into her napkin – Suddenly a feeling of alarm struck her – what was she going to do with it now? There was far too much food in the napkin just to walk out unnoticed. Frantically she raked her brains hoping that an idea would strike her suddenly. 'Ginny?' Will you take the plates out into the kitchen for me please?' Ginny looked at her mother in horror – there was nothing else for it, she waited until Mrs Weasley had looked away then quickly stuffed the napkin up her jumper. With as much authority as she could muster with a napkin full of smelly food up her top – she marched into the kitchen holding the plates aloft. With a quick glance back to make sure no one was coming – she quickly shoved the napkin right to the bottom of the bin. Ginny helped clear the rest of the table as quickly as she could then ran up stairs and flung herself on her bed
That was too close...next time she would have to find a much more efficient way of getting rid of it...