A/N: I'm not J.K.R. and I don't own the characters…as Elaine would say "yadda yadda yadda…"(Seinfeld

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Harry jumped up to catch the falling Ginny. He barely made it in time to catch her head as her body landed. It was a good thing too; her head was directing itself to a rather unpleasant looking stone. Oh God…what do I do? Is she dying? Harry checked her pulse and found that she was in fact not dying. She was still alive, fortunately, but her pulse seemed sluggish. Harry had always learned not to touch a person if they were unconscious, but that knowledge seemed ridiculous at this time. He picked her up deliberately and made sure not to jar her. Then he started his journey back to the castle.

"Thanks for bringing Ginny up here mate," Ron gratefully said to his friend.

"No problem Ron, I would be a git if I didn't do anything about her, since she was unconscious and all," Harry answered.

"It is a good thing you were with her Harry," said Hermione. "Goodness knows what would have happened if she was alone."

Ginny began to stir at this point and was collecting her strength.

"Wait a second mate, why were you alone with my little sister?" Ron asked defensively.

"Well, uh we…"

"We were off looking for you and 'Mione. We got as far as the Quidditch pitch," Ginny said wryly.

At that Ron and Hermione blushed and dropped the topic. Then the four sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. Madam Pomfrey then bustled in and shooed out Hermione, Ron, and Harry. Ginny felt a bit relieved at that point. She was still worried about the interrogation she would surely receive from Madam Pomfrey. And sure enough she received a tirade of questions.

"Miss Weasley have you had proper hydration the past few days? What have you had to eat? What have you had to drink? Are you studying too hard? I swear these students just overstress themselves…"

"Madam Pomfrey, I'm fine I promise."

"Fine? Do you call passing out in the middle of a lovely Saturday afternoon fine? Clearly there's something amiss here. I don't know what the problem is though. Here, have this," said Madam Pomfrey as she thrust a goblet of Pumpkin juice and a bar of chocolate at Ginny.

Ginny could not help but grow terrified at the sight of what was shoved in front of her. It was too much. Too much imperfection. Too many calories. Too much fat. Just too much. "Madam Pomfrey, I'm afraid I will feel worse if I eat anything."

"Nonsense girl, eat it and drink the goblet and you are free to go and enjoy your Saturday." Madam Pomfrey sat in silence and waited for Ginny to eat her chocolate. "It's not going to bite you dearie, that's your job."

"Oh, right," replied Ginny meekly. Ginny then delicately picked up the thing she abhorred most. As she put it in her mouth she felt repulsed because she enjoyed its taste. She ate it slowly and made sure to chew multiple times before swallowing and she quickly washed it down with the tankard of Pumpkin Juice. "Thanks Madam Pomfrey have a nice day," Ginny said as she rushed out the door.

Ginny sprinted as fast as she could to the closest lavatory. She quickly checked it out, good no one was around. She then rushed to a toilet and jabbed her finger forcefully down her throat and waited for the bile to rise. She then revisited the grotesque chocolate bar and pumpkin juice. She revisited it four times. When she finally felt as pure as she would get she flushed the toilet and wiped her mouth. She then looked in the mirror and wiped her eyes. She also did a quick breath-refreshing spell before she strolled out the door feeling accomplished.

She walked into a plethora of Hogwarts students on their way back from Dinner. "Oh good, I missed it," Ginny thought. She then merged herself in with the crowd of students. Ginny made her way up to the Gryffindor common room without much fuss. Neville then greeted her.

"Uh, hello there Ginny. F-f-feeling better now?" Neville inquired.

"Oh yes I'm just dandy now, I was a bit dehydrated that's all," Ginny lied. Dandy? Who says Dandy? Ginny thought.

"I'm glad, well, um, see ya later then," Neville stuttered as he shuffled off. How cute.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry then encountered Ginny. She answered before they could even ask.

"I was a bit dehydrated. I just have to drink more water and I'll be fine."

"Good good, I'm glad you're fine. And I'm glad Harry here was with you when you fainted," Ron said begrudgingly with an obviously forced smile.

"Well, I've had quite a day I'm going off to bed everyone, nighty night," said Ginny feigning sleepiness. Everyone gave her a goodnight and she went up to her room. Ginny had not planned on instantly going to bed. She wanted to look through an American Muggle Magazine called Vogue because the women were very thin. But she was too tired for that nonsense. She changed into her pajamas and curled up tightly in her various comforters and fell fast asleep at 9:00 on a Saturday night.

A/N: Anti-climactic chapter ending. I know. I hope it's still okay though!

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