A/N: Sorry for the use of the American measuring and weighng system, I have no idea what they use in England. If your English, PLEASE HELP!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides this fanfiction, end of story.

I've tripped again and things are starting to get interesting

Don't give me choices cause I can't decide

My mind is soaked in words

I've come to terms with all my insecurities

And purities no friend of mine

Consider This by Anna Nalick

Did I also mention Draco can be bloody annoying too? At breakfast the next morning he ignored me, besides occasionally pushing my hands off his arm. It's almost like he puts up an act as soon as he's infront of the rest of the school. Wait..He does put on an act as soon as he's infront of the school. In the common room, lake, or whereever we are alone, he's sweet and affectionate.

Infront of the school he's a prat who acts like I'm annoying. Well, he sure didn't find me annoying while we were snogging last night!

Well, I mind as well focus on the good qualities, I'm destined to marry him. Like that he's and excellent kisser. And nice to snuggle with. And hot. Very. Very, very hot. And he has the most wonderful smirk. And he's mine, so noone can have him. I'm actually surprised he bothers with me, Hogwarts is swarming with beautiful, nicer, skinnier girls. But apparantly he only wants to date ME. Which is proof that he's not nearly as bright as I am.

My arms wrapped tightly against Draco's arm,I layed my head on his shoulder and turned it slightly so I could see behind us.

There were patches of students standing up from the tables, conversing with their freinds, while most of the students sat at their respective tables and eating the delicious food prepared for them. Speaking of breakfast, I'm hungry. I let go of Draco and lifted my head. I looked at the breakfast, jealous of Draco who had 3 eggs, and 2 peices of buttered toast. I had the delicious "meal" of...a plain peice of toast. If my fatherwere here he'd be feeding me even bigger portions than Draco, who got to eat all he wanted without gaining a tiny little bit of weight. Draco never seemed to notice the small portions I have recently started eating. I usually only ate two small meals a day now, sometimes consisting of only a slice of bread.

I had to lose that weight, or Draco would probably become horribly repulsed by me. He never notices my large bump on my belly now, or my flabby arms, but thats only because he had never seen them. I kept myself as covered as possible by my robes. Draco probably figured I had the perfect figure, for the 12 year old I was, anyways. Of course, I was blossoming into a lady, I had my fair share of chest, my my hips were larger then 2 years ago, but my tummy and thighs were also growing.

The sad thing about puberty for us fat people, is that we also get to gain the weight that the skinny people gain during the process.

It was funny really, proof that God had a sense of humor.

What was also funny was that for the five years I have known Draco, he had never actually seen me in anything besides my school robe, so he didn't even know what even my arms looked like. Oh well, probably for the better, until I shed that 23 pounds...

I ate half the toast and then layed it on the table. "Drake, ready to go?" I asked sweetly. He turned his head.

"Um..yeah, sure whatever." He said, then resumed his coversation (That consisted of only Draco talking, to his yes-men.)

Dumb as a door nail he can be...

"Draco!" I said loudly, trying to get his attention.

"What?" He half asked, half demanded.

"Do. You. Want. To. Go." I said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah. Crabbe, Goyle!" He shouted to his yes-men.

A/N: Well, end of chapter one. R&R!