A/n: Thanks, you guys for 4 awesome reviews! I greatly appreciate them. I usually don't get many reviews for my stories. I'm really hoping this story is different. It's been a while since I up-dated, but I have a hectic schedule. Please bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise, I would have finished the 6th book already, so as not to keep all the Harry Potter fans on the edge of their seats, biting their nails and screaming in anticipation.

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Ginny's Problem

Chapter Two: Getting Better, Well Not Really

I gathered my books up and cradled them motheringly in my arms as I briskly walked amid all of the other students walking toward the Great Hall. I, however, turned toward the direction of Gryffindor Tower. I didn't know how they could all be so happy, when here I am, my mind in the middle of chaos. I passed the statue of Gregory the Smarmy and kept on walking, my eyes staring at my worn-down mary-janes the colour of a stormy night.

When I arrived in the common room, I dropped all my books on a maroon sofa by the lit fireplace, then fell into the sofa myself. I closed my eyes, enjoying quiet peace after such a cruel day that kicked me in the shins. For once, I was feeling happy.

Then Neville came bursting in at the speed of lightning, looked around, and when his eyes stopped dead on me, his shoulders let themselves down, and he smiled as though he found what he was looking for. He paced towards me, and bent over the couch to give me a short kiss on the lips.

He picked up my feet, sat down, and then placed my feet on top of his knees.

"Are you all right? I was looking for you." He said, a concerned expression appearing on his slightly freckled face.

I brushed the fiery hair out of my face with my left hand and then said, "I-I-I'm…well, actually I had a horrible day. I'm okay now though."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He questioned.

"I guess. Well, it started out…" I told him the whole story, him sitting there patiently, and his eyes never leaving the gaze of mine. Occasionally, he'd nod and pat my feet. Of course, the only stuff I left out was the part about me being anorexic, and not to mention a cutter. I was seriously trying to cut back on cutting though, because, I figured one day, if we ventured a little past kissing, my arms would be exposed. Little by little, the cutting was getting better, but the anorexia was getting a bit worse. Sure, I'd eat 1 thing, like a 1 gummy bear a day, because I didn't want to die.

(This reminds me of a song. Here's the lyrics: )

It's getting better all the time, I used to get mad at my school, the teachers that taught me weren't cool

You're holding me down, turning me round, filling me up with their rules

I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time

I have to admit it's getting better, it's getting better, since you've been mine

Me used to be angry young man, me hiding me head in the sand

You gave me the word, I finally heard, I'm doing the best that I can,

I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time

I have to admit it's getting better, it's getting better, since you've been mine, getting so much better all the time It's getting better all the time, better, better, better, it's getting better all the time, better, better, better

Man, I was mean but I'm changing my scene, and I'm doing the best that I can

I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time

Yes, admit it's getting better, it's getting better since you've been mine

Getting so much better all the time, it's getting better all the time, better, better, better

It's getting better all the time, better, better, better, getting so much better all the time

"Wow. I'm sorry babe," He looked at me as though he was about to cry, "do you want me to carry you up to your bed?" Before I even had a chance to respond, he lifted me up, and was heading in the direction of the stairs. He started to step on them, then seconds later, we slid back down, me accidentally landing on top of him.

"Whoops, I forgot it did that, sorry." He stated, grinning up at me.

"That's all right. I can go myself." I smiled, then snogged him a bit more passionately than we were used to. I smiled, got up and waved down to him when I had finally reached the top. I realized then just how much I really loved him.

A/n: Yay! I hoped you liked it. I would really appreciate it if you reviewed. I'm aiming for 5 reviews for this chapter. I think you guys can do it!

P.S. The song is written and played by The Beatles. It is on the 'Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' CD. I unfortunately do not own The Beatles.

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