AN: This fic is a challenge submission to the lovely Amy-2609 , to which I give all the credit she deserves for thinking of most of the idea. This is not meant to offend anyone who has struggled with eating disorders or anyone who has a friend or loved one who has. It is just meant as a story about something that Ginny went through.
This fic takes place throughout Order of The Pheonix. In the beginning, Ginny is probably about 5'2 and 110 pounds or so, which would be a normal, healthy weight for her. She is anything but fat, but she starts to believe more and more that she is overweight and that is why Harry doesn't love her. (just to clarify)
Disclaimer: For this chapter, and for all the chapters to come I am saying right here that I do not own Harry Potter.
Ginny Weasley was sitting on her bed in her small, gloomy bedroom in Grimauld Place talking to Hermione about a certain black-haired boy with glasses, a boy in which she was completely and unconditionally in love with.
Only two problems. One, he didn't love her back and two; she already had a boyfriend, Michael Corner, who she met at the Yule Ball last year.
She wasn't sure if she liked Michael, sure he was cute and a good at snogging, but Ginny had always fancied Harry. Simple as that.
"But, Hermione I can't get over him," said an exasperated Ginny.
"Ginny, you know how boys are, they have the emotional range of a teaspoon, just keep going out with Michael, he loves you. I've seen those owls he's sent you, I'm not saying that the Harry thing won't work out eventually, but I think you should just move on and forget about it for a while like we talked about before you started dating Michael. You did a good job pretending yesterday when we were all talking before dinner. "
"I know, but it's all fake. I seriously don't know how to get over him. And it makes me even all the more guilty for pretending to like Micheal when even when I'm with him, all I can think about is how I wish he was Harry. I don't know maybe you're right, I guess I'll just give up on him for a while.
Hermione gave Ginny an encouraging smile and with that she walked out the door.
Sighing, Ginny wondered why Harry didn't like her. It seemed like she could get any boy but the one she really wanted.
She opened up her wardrobe and examined herself in the mirror. She hated what she saw.
No wonder Harry didn't want her, he was the famous Potter, for Merlin's sake, he couldn't be seen with a girl with a stomach like a quaffle, thunder thighs, and a saggy behind that looked like she scarfed down a dozen cauldron cakes a day.
Hot, angry, tears springing to her eyes, she slammed the wardrobe door shut, not wanting to look at herself anymore.
She vowed to give up sweets until she was skinnier.
Ginny lay face down on top of her bed, when her mum called her for dinner.
She groaned, how was she supposed to go down to dinner and face a house full of people when her eyes were red and puffy and she didn't want to eat anything.
She blew her nose and wiped her eyes, hoping no one would notice that she spend the last quarter of an hour crying, and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Ginny served herself the smallest amount of stew possible, so that she wasn't eating too much but her mother would still be satisfied with the amount of dinner she had.
She played with her food, not eating the potatoes because of the carbs.
Ew she thought looking at the beef, look at all the fat on it.
She decided to just eat the vegetables and she drank water instead of pumpkin juice, like everyone else was drinking.
"Ginny, said Mrs Weasley, you're not eating much, aren't you hungry?"
"Not really, I had a bunch of chocolate frogs before dinner," Ginny lied.
"Here, have a roll dear.", her mother said handing her the piece of bread.
Ginny took the roll, but when her mother or anyone else wasn't looking, she discreetly tossed it to Crookshanks from under the table.
Crookshanks began playing with it, tossing it around.
Ginny excused herself from the table, saying she was tired, so that she would not be tempted by her mother's delicious homemade treacle tart.
Ginny ran up the stars two at a time, and locked herself in the bathroom that she shared with her siblings.
She took off her clothes, and completely naked, she stepped on the scale. 112. Well, she thought, that'll go down soon if I keep dieting.
She took a shower, but not staying in too long because she had heard that water makes you bloat, got dressed in her pj's and proceeded to her temporary bedroom that she shared with Hermione to go to sleep.
Hermione was already there. Ginny was afraid that she was going to comment about how little she ate for dinner, but thankfully, she didn't seem to have noticed anything.
"Night 'Mione," said Ginny sleepily.
That night, Ginny tossed and turned, her stomach growling because of lack of food.
She contemplated going down to the kitchen to get something to eat, but she willed her self not too.
"Stop it, Ginny, she thought, you just need to get used to it, you can't give into temptation, if you want Harry to like you, you've got to slim down."
After finally getting to sleep she was awoken by the Hermione what seemed like ten minutes later telling her that her mum had called them for breakfast.
Ughh, Ginny thought, not another meal already!
AN: I am also aware that sometimes, when people have eating disorders it is not just because they think they are fat. This can attribute a lot to it, but it can also be because of deeper psychological reasons, such as maybe Ginny's depression caused by Harry not loving her back, other problems in her life, and not to mention having SIX older brothers!