When I woke up, everyone else was still sound asleep. I tiptoed into the bathroom and entered the nearest stall. I then emerged from the stall to find a first year bent over the nearby toilet. It looked as if she was puking. When she noticed I was staring at her, she about screamed.
" I didn't realize anyone else was up." She said.
" Are you sick I asked?" I asked.
" No."
" Then why were you throwing up, if you're not sick?"
" It helps me to lose weight."
" What?"
" I have an eating disorder, ok."
" What in the world is that?" I questioned.
" It's a muggle trick for losing weight. All you have to do is make yourself throw up and you lose five pounds like that." She said. " You might want to give it a try. You're getting a little chubby around the waist."
" I am not!"
" Whatever you say." She answered as she left the room to get dressed.
I looked in the mirror for about ten minutes and didn't notice any fat showing up around my waist. I shrugged it off and went back to the bedroom to get prepared for the day.
When I strolled into my first Potions class, Harry and Ron were already they're waiting for me. I took a seat in-between them and opened my book to the page instructed by Professor Snape.
Snape is the worst teacher ever, and happens to be the head of Slytherin house. He also tends to favor students within the house. The worst combination I think.
Anyway Snape began his lesson, but I couldn't seem to focus, because Harry kept jabbing me in the ribs every time Neville did something hilarious.
Neville is the clumsiest student at Hogwarts and tends to screw most things up. Snape happens to utterly despise him. Lucky him. Not!
About the middle of class Snape was looking for a pupil to answer one of his impossible trivia questions. Of course he called on Neville.
" What are the two most important ingredients in the sleeping potion known as the " Draught of Living Death"?"
Neville stuttered and began to sweat. He glanced around the room and saw many Slytherins chuckling.
"Do you give up?" Asked Snape.
Neville still didn't say anything. He just sat on his stool with the most pain stricken face I've ever seen. Finally Snape got frustrated with waiting and began to scold Neville.
" You stupid brute! You were taught this your first year at Hogwarts. I didn't realize your brain was so thin." Sneered Snape. He paused for a moment then continued. " For anyone else who seems to have not been listening that day, the answer is asphodel and wormwood."
" Talk about not having a little sympathy." Harry whispered in my ear. His breath was so cool; it sent shivers up my spine.
" What was that Potter?"
Oh, no Snape had heard Harry.
" Nothing." Harry lied.
" That's five points from Gryffindor. And Harry and Neville's inexcusable behavior has earned everyone a five page essay on wormwood due tomorrow!"
Everyone moaned as we left class. I couldn't believe it. A five-page essay. There's no way I can finish that by tomorrow. Considering the first Quidditch game is tonight. Gryffindor verses Hufflepuff. Well, I'll have to worry about that later because Harry and Ron were calling me to catch up.
I picked up my pace and caught up quickly. Ron was jabbering to Harry about all the crazy stunts Fred and George had pulled over the summer. Harry laughed and looked over at me. I was busy studying my waistline.
" Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face.
I realized both Harry and Ron were looking at me like I was an alien.
" Hey Harry, do you think I'm fat?"
" Of course not, why would you think I did?"
" Well I just feel like I've gained some weight, and a first year told me I looked like I was packing some in around my waist."
" Trust me Hermione you're not fat.'
With that I felt much more confidant knowing that Harry doesn't think I'm fat. The three of us reached the end of the corridor where the fat lady's portrait hung.
" Password?" the painting muttered.
Harry said the password and we all once again stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room.
" Guys I'm going to quick run upstairs and change before the Quidditch game, so I'll see you down on the field."
Harry and Ron nodded and left as quickly as they had come.
I ran up the stairs and walked into the dormitory. The first year who I had the encounter with in the bathroom earlier, was just freshening up. She stared at my hips in utter disgust. I quickly wrapped my arms around my waist to try and hide the bulges.
I bolted into the bathroom and opened a stall door. I locked it behind me, as I gasped for breath. Below me sat the toilet in its content. It took me minutes of pondering, but I knew what I needed to do.
I slowly made my way to the toilet and fell top my knees. My finger found its way down my throat and "blaah".
Hope the story is beginning to get better. Please review so I know if I should continue.