A/n: I have a surprise for y'all! I am in fact, not J.K.R. nor do I own the characters! Crazy right?!

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Ginny ran up the stairs hyperventilating as she replayed the conversation in her head. Why they hell would they be discussing eating disorders? Think Gin think! Muggle Studies…muggle foods and nutrition! Of course, eating disorders mixed in with that, it made sense now. She hoped she had not made an ass of herself. What did it matter anyway? It's not like she actually had an eating disorder or something, the thought!

To avoid interaction with humans for a bit Ginny began to tidy her room. She straightened her desk, now studying would be easier. Made her bed, she never quite understood what the point of that was; you're just going to mess it up anyway. She reached under her bed and retrieved a tattered box. She gingerly pried the top off and lifted out the contents. Letters, pictures, report cards, you name it, if it was of importance it was probably there. The letter were, of course, from her Mum and all her ex-boyfriends, good thing Ron never saw those. Good, actually quite impressive report cards that reflected Ginny's capability and capacity for witchcraft. And the pictures. Pictures of her as a wee one, she was so cute. Then the pictures progressed. Three years old, kindergarten, primary school, then Hogwarts pictures appeared. First year, at the beginning she looked bright, fresh, and cute, by the end of the year, for obvious reasons, she looked dull, withered, gray, and troubled. As the pictures went on Ginny noticed a trend. She looked bigger in all of them, every single picture…bigger than the last. She had to change this.

Right then Ginny decided to use these pictures to inspire her. Thinspiration, yes that's what they were. They inspired her to not ever look like that again, no matter what. Then a picture of her at her biggest, she could hardly bring herself to view it. 131 pounds. Ew, it was disturbing, sickening, disgusting, etc. Never, ever again. At that she jumped up and weighed herself. 114.5, only half a pound difference from earlier. An improvement is an improvement she guessed. She then had to figure out more ways to waste her Saturday.

Ginny bravely ventured downstairs to the common room, again. This time she was armed with her books and was ready to do Snape's essay. To her relief no one was hanging around. She plopped down in her favorite chair and began to pour over potions and remedies. Then she wrote an essay she was quite proud of. At that point Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked in. "Ginny," started Harry, "where were you at dinner? We were worried."

She had missed dinner? Wicked. "Dinner is already over?" asked Ginny. "Well, I was working on Snape's essay. I guess I lost track of time."

"Do you want us to get you anything from the kitchens?" asked Ron. "You know Dobby will do anything for Harry here."

Hermione glared intensely at Ron, who began to look a bit sheepish.

Ginny broke the awkward moment, "I had some food stashed in my room, and I ate it about an hour ago. I'm good though, thanks!"

"Oh, alright," replied Harry. He looked at Ginny longingly for a moment and took the seat next to her. That earned a look from Ron, but he just took a chair and hoped that Hermione would sit next to him, which she did.

They all talked and talked. School, students, teachers, clothes, music, good and evil, life, and love, nothing was taboo. Ginny loved it. People leaked through the common room, but never lingered for long. The foursome was glad; they enjoyed being in their own little world. Times like these made Ginny forget her problems, all of them. Well almost. Food would occasionally enter her thoughts, but she would temporarily push the thoughts out. She lived for nights like this. Friends, laughs, and freedom from the things that constantly consumed her. But things have to end; at about 2:00 AM everyone was too tired to carry on a coherent conversation. As they headed up to bed Ginny was grateful for friends like those. Not many things could make her forget her obsessions.

Ginny lay in her bed and began shivering. Why was it so bloody cold? She curled up in a ball and tried to make warmth. Her legs felt so big, it was sickening. Why was she cursed with a body like this? What had she done to deserve this obsession? But in a sense, she felt lucky. Some people stroll around oblivious to their imperfections. But Ginny, she knew that she was fat. She was glad that she had this obsession that caused her pain, because with it she inched closer to perfection constantly. With the mixed thoughts that clouded her head Ginny fell fitfully into sleep, forgetting about the delightful conversation she'd had with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

A/N: Hey all! Sorry it has been so long. School is a bitch, junior year is a tough one. I got my car back a week ago, rejoice! On to the comments…

Mysilentscream: Thanks, actually I didn't hit a lady, I hit a girl who is a grade younger…Oops. Bless her heart. I'm doing my best with updates, so just keep checking! Thank you so much!

UnheardScreams- I'm glad to know it's realistic, I was worried about that. I have inspire you? Wow, thanks, that means a lot. Didn't know I was capable of inspiration.

Ilovetom88- I know it was short, but at least you don't complain . Well, here's your next dosage, I hope it's okay! Thanks!

HermioneBallerina- Thanks! See…new chappie, yay!

Thank you all for being loyal reviewers, it serves as exceptional motivation to continue my story! If you want to(you know, not a suggestion here or anything…) you could add me to your fav. Stories or authors list. I would feel so very loved, but only if you want. Now that I'm done begging, have a lovely day all! I'm going to go play in the snow. (Actually I'm not, I don't like playing in the snow b/c it is so cold)

3-Jayne