I love you to the bones
Disclaimer: All belongs to JK Rowling except unfamiliar characters.
Warning/Notes: This is about an eating disorder, so may act as a trigger. If you don't like what the fic is about, or how I've written it, don't read. They are out of character. Thank you for all your great reviews…They mean so much. The couples at the moment are Blaise/Lexi, Dean/Ginny, Ron/Lav, Seamus/Parv, Harry/Mione, Draco/Pansy, but some aren't together yet, and I'm not saying we're going to focus in on them all. Right, at the moment, they have just found out Hermione has an eating disorder. I'm not quite sure how to set this out so I'll just write and see. Tell me if it's good or not by clickin' the button of happiness down at the bottom ). This fic. is nearing the end, I'm sad to say it, but it is, so give me feedback.
Chapter Nine
"What?" Harry said, "She can't be…"
Tears fell down Pansy's face and Draco wrapped an arm around her. She clung onto him, sobbing into his chest. The sounds of her cries were muffled into Draco's chest. Draco looked deeply sad, deeply worried and deeply uncomfortable. Not just for themselves but for the sobbing girl, the diminished best friend, but for the broken girl on the bed too.
The broken doll which, before this point in time, was unknown to all had had more than her fair share of tears, her fair share of pain, her fair share of disappointments and far more than her share of troubles.
"Now, if you don't think you can stomach it look away… But I'm going to have to check her over." Pomfrey sighed.
"No she's our friend." Pansy said looking up, her lip quivered but despite her fear she carried on, "And if she has done this to herself, then we have to be strong and be able to confront he problem."
"Okay, Miss. Parkinson." Pomfrey said and patted Pansy on the arm,
"Right." Harry said.
Madam Pomfrey took off Hermione's shoes first, then her socks. She undid her shirt and took it off. Pansy gasped. Harry looked on the verge of tears, or a panic attack or something like that. Draco just stared. The four of the conscious wizards and witches had all paled considerably. Hermione's skirt was shifted up a bit. Pomfrey poked against Hermione's jutting out collar bone. She picked up her arm, that looked like the skin had been cut off and all was left was her bone. She gently poked at the ribcage that looked like it was about to poke through the wafer thin skin. She raised a leg that was like a willow branch.
"Accio scales." The mediwitch summoned, she stood on the scales and recorded her weight in her brain, and she then scooped up Hermione and weighed again. She worked it out for a second whilst putting Hermione back on the bed. Pansy got up shakily gently pushing Draco's hand away she picked up the shirt that was discarded on the table at the end of the bed. Pansy then lifted Hermione torso and put the shirt on her. She was like a shop window mannequin that was dangerously out of proportion. All three of the other's in the room saw as her hands shook as she did the buttons up. Tears flowing down her cheeks. She then sat back down crying, and every time Draco extended a hand she moved further from him.
There was silence for a while
"How could she…?" Harry asked, there was a moment that hung in the air for a century subsequent to this question,
"It's a disease." Came a cracked voice, Hermione was awake, and staring at the ceiling, "You can't stop. It's addictive. Like an almost endless helter-skelter. You start to slide down it, and you keep sliding, and you want to stop. But you can't, you try to climb back up, but climbing up a slide… It's almost impossible. And it's so much easier to just let yourself fall."
"Ms. Granger…" Started Madam Pomfrey, but Hermione raised a hand,
"Look they deserve an explanation. So if you'd let me finish you can lecture me after." She took her hand down and took a deep breath, "You probably don't understand, there's a chance that you might never fully comprehend how I feel but that's not a problem. The what's, who's, where's, why's, how's will be asked, and as far as I can I'll give an answer. But that does in no way mean you are going to change me." Hermione let that statement sink in before carrying on, "This is my life, this is me, and if you don't like it. I guess solitude will really be my only option."
"Ms. Granger. You cannot carry on like this, it is a mental illness if you don not improve, St. Mungo's will have to be informed. I thought you were the brightest witch of your age. Tell me what the good in this is."
Hermione laughed bitterly,
"Ana doesn't do 'good'; Ana doesn't do 'nice'." She retorted, and Madam Pomfrey gasped,
"How long have you been like this child?"
"Like what?"
"Anorexic, Bulimic, and I guess, maybe even a binge eater."
"Since the summer. It started with a comment of a certain Brett La Salle, and I spiralled downwards."
"Brett did this to you?! I'll kill him!" Harry said, "I always knew he was a fuckin' asshole!"
"Mr. Potter, if you are going to use that language…"
"Sorry Madam, I'm just annoyed."
"I understand dear. It's just that, that language is not appropriate in front of a teacher."
"Sorry."
"No, he only said I was fat… So I started to diet, it's my fault."
"But why 'Mione?!" Pansy blurted out, "You're so skinny." She sighed, "You're too skinny. Look at you. You're just bones… It isn't even pretty, it's just… Sickening."
"Yeah… well. I don't care what you think. I don't care what any of you think. All that matter's is ana. If you don't like it, fuck off."
"Miss. Granger!" Pomfrey said shocked,
"No I'm fuckin sick of it! You all think you know so much. You all RECKON you've been through it. You think you can lecture me?" She got up, "Well you can't." She did up the Velcro on her shoes. "And you know what? I'm going to leave this room, feeling guilty. But I don't want to. I want to just go away and live. I don't want all this hassle." She picked up her bag and walked towards the door she could see Harry's body twitch, he was going to come after her she knew it, "I don't want to be a victim. Everyone has there own problems so let me suffer with mine." She slipped out of the wing, just in time to see Pansy burst into tears, and Pomfrey shake her stupid fat head.
She got a stomp on; she was down the end of the corridor before she could hear Harry's steps. She saw all the door's open around her, everyone was coming out and she had to go past the charms corridor to get to her and Harry's dorm, which meant a high chance of bumping into Blaise and Lexi and probably the rest of the group because they would meet up somewhere around there.
"Hermione!" She heard a call from behind her, she whirled around and saw Harry jogging towards her, she moved faster away,
"Hey 'Mione?!" She felt someone grab her arm in amongst the crowds, "Harry's trying to catch you?" She looked down and saw Blaise's arm,
"I know." She said,
"How are you?" Said Parvati.
Great practically the whole bloody gang's here now. All we need now is for- Spoke to soon. Already Draco and Pansy have walked around the corner. What a nightmare! All the gang and my secrets just out. For Christ's sake. Harry's coming closer now…How am I? How am I Vati? I'm shit, I'd rather be sat in a hole with my wrist slit wide open than be right here, at right this moment.
Well, there's your chappy. Chapter 10, is already written and should be up tomorrow, and eleven is half down.
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With love,
-P.C/Liv