A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, etc. I am not J.K.R. I will continue this story even without reviews I guess. Thanks for anyone who reviews!!

Ginny awoke with a start only five minutes later. She quickly looked around and it seemed like no one had come or gone since she passed out. She slowly stood up, being careful not to make herself feel worse. On instinct she checked the glistening bowl. Nothing. Nothing but her dignity.

She gingerly picked up her bag, hoping that it's weight wouldn't be too much on her. She felt weaker and weaker with every step. It was going to be a difficult day. "Maybe I can just get some coffee and sprint to the library before everyone arrives for lunch." Yes, that would work just fine. So with that Ginny wiped the mascara that trailed down her face (because whenever she tried to throw up her eyes watered) and left the bathroom.

Ginny entered the Great Hall on a mission. But when she opened the great double doors she was surprised to see it so full. She glanced at her watch – 12:05 – damn. She might have to actually sit through lunch. Wait, what was she talking about? She only had to do what she damn well pleased, not what made everyone else happy. With that thought in mind she made a beeline for the center of the Gryffindor table where the coffee pot resided.

Ginny set her things down and started to pour a steaming cup of coffee. As she finished adding several packets of fake sugar without calories or fat, naturally, she felt someone tap her shoulder. She turned around and saw her best friend staring at her with concerned eyes. "Ginny, come eat with us there is a seat between Harry and me that you could sit in," said Hermione.

Ginny sighed inwardly. Hermione knew that Ginny couldn't resist Harry, but Ginny was focused. Being thin was more important than Harry. Besides, when she became thin would be the only time Harry would notice her. "Well, maybe I'll come and sit down for a minute. I have so much homework to do." What? Why did she say that, what in the world had driven her to vocalize that idiotic sentence???

"Great!" answered Hermione with an accomplished smile.

With a small sigh Ginny lowered herself onto the bench between Harry and Hermione. She eyed the food on both of their plates. Harry had a salami, ham, and turkey sandwich, chips (crisps), some treacle fudge, and a serving of vegetables. Disgusting. Ginny had not eaten that much since...probably the end of year feast of her fourth year (it was now her fifth year). And Hermione was eating a serving of corn, mashed potatoes, and a piece of lasagna. Nauseating. What was wrong with everyone? Could they not see what they were doing? They were shoveling fat into their mouths every day. She was glad she was above that. She was broken suddenly from her thoughts.

"Ginny, would you like some pie, or a sandwich or something?" Harry asked innocently. He obviously had no idea.

"No, I'm sorry Harry, but I really have to run, I have an essay due for Professor Binns tomorrow, but silly me, I left it until today! I'll see you later!" Then Ginny dashed out of the Great Hall before Hermione could protest.

"How odd. I haven't seen her eat in a good while. I wonder how she is surviving," Hermione inquired. She looked to Harry for her answer.

"Eh, I think it's just a girl thing. You could probably do it if you need to Herm."

"Why would I need to or want to? It's ridiculous. Something is wrong with her Harry. Don't you see that? Or...do you think I'm being over-analytical again?"

"You're just reading into this too much Herm, it's no big deal, she'll be sitting with us again by dinner, I promise." Harry would make sure that Ginny would be eating with them that night.

Ginny ran all the way to the library and fast as she could. Maybe she could burn a few calories that way. When she arrived she went to her favorite chair and took a seat. She looked around for something to do. She had forgotten all about her coffee mug, she groaned. "Keep it down Weaslette some of us are trying to read," an all too familiar voice sneered at her.

Draco Malfoy. The last person she wanted to see. "What do you want Malfoy?"

"I just was hoping you would keep it down, and I was wondering why you weren't in the Great Hall with everyone else?"

"None of you business Malfoy, if you must know" she began to stutter, "I-I-I have an es-s-say due tomorrow."

"Tsk Tsk Weaslette. Such a bad liar. I can see right through the vacant expression. Avoiding someone...or rather something?"

Ginny felt a sharp pang in her stomach. She thought it was nervousness, but it may have hunger, she did not know nor did she care. "Shove it Malfoy, I don't care what you have to say. I don't know what you're talking about anyway."

"Well, at least one girl in this school has the right idea. Everyone gets so fat after they start here at Hogwarts. I'm glad at least one of you is doing something about it. I never saw you as having a problem Weaslette. Good job, and keep up the good work."

Ginny stared at him, mouth gaping. What was he talking about? Her, a problem? As if. She would show him.

Ginny entered the Great Hall with confidence that night. She knew Malfoy would be watching her. She flounced with extra sass when she passed by the Slytherin table. She then took a place right next to Harry and Hermione. She then daintily put veal, green beans, and pasta on her plate. It truthfully made her sick to look at. But it was something she had to do. She had to break off the three days she had spent expertly dodging food just to prove Malfoy wrong. She then filled up a large glass with green tea, which she knew was great for weight loss and speedy metabolism. She then ate and chatted confidently with other Gryffindors. She made great small talk about Quidditch, classes, and of course, Snape. When she finished Ginny excused herself to go study. After she exited the great hall she dashed as quickly as she could to the restroom.

Ginny threw herself into a stall and slammed the door. She hastily locked it and went to business. She once again stuck a lean finger down her throat. This time she got the results she desired. She was re-visiting her dinner and she could certainly say it didn't taste better the second time around. Actually, it sort of did. It only tasted better because she knew she was purifying her body of fat and all of those unnecessary calories. She purged two more times, just so she could get out everything she could. She then popped a mint in her mouth, wiped her eyes and flushed the toilet. She then pranced out of the bathroom and into the Gryffindor common room where she threw down her bags. Ginny then ran to her room before anyone could see her to weigh herself.

"Come on...come on," Ginny said. The scale instantly responded. 118. Only half a pound?! Well, what could she expect? She ate all of that disgusting food...only to prove stupid Malfoy wrong. Ugh. She would never be perfect. She then went back downstairs to make her last journal entry of the day.

"Weight: 118 lbs.

Food intake- Veal. Green Beans. Pasta.

Purged-3 times.

Goal for tomorrow: 116 lbs."

Ginny sighed inwardly. This was going nowhere. She would have to try harder to accomplish her goal. She put her journal in her bag and heaved it onto her shoulder when she heard – "Ginny?"

"Yes Harry?" Ginny whispered with excitement in her voice.

"Good night and sweet dreams."

"You too Harry, you too." It hurt her inside. She wanted to say that with her arms around him. It would never happen. Not when she was fat she wasn't going to get him. She then went upstairs and put her things down by her bed. She put on flannel pajama pants and a thick cotton hoodie, even though it was only October. She then pulled her multiple comforters and blankets on for warmth. She just could not stay warm anymore.

Oh well, anything for perfection.