Requested by: justabatbat

Fandom: Harry Potter

Setup: The reader is being made fun of for being fat, and they have a close relationship with Minerva McGonagall. The reader is in Gryffindor. I forgot to ask about gender because it wasn't shown in the comment, so you can insert whatever gender you want, I didn't write any pronouns but "I". 

(WARNING: JERKS AHEAD.)

Y/N's POV

"Really? Doesn't look like you're hungry." Sneers Draco Malfoy, and I feel my cheeks turn red. Crabbe and Goyle laugh along with him. My hand still clutches the piece of bread, and I feel my hands get sweaty. Sure, I wasn't perfect, but I didn't see why people had to make fun of my weight. 

"Do you really think you're good-looking? With that stomach?" Draco continues, and I feel tears in my eyes. 
The Gryffindors around me laugh are mostly busy, but I hear a few laughs in my direction.

He comes up behind me and grabs my stomach. I gasp in shock, standing up as the tears roll down my cheeks, stumbling over the bench to get out. "Hope walking isn't too much of a task for you!" I hear as I storm out, and see my close acquaintance, Professor Minerva McGonagall. Her arms wrap around me as I cry. "Shh, there there." She says. 

"It's true, I know it is." I cry. "I'm stupid and fat and ugly." 

"Fat isn't the worst thing a person can be Y/N." McGonagall comforts me. "On the inside is what counts, you know."

"But no one cares about who I am, just how I look. Why does my appearance bother them so much? They hate me anyway!" 

"Don't mind Draco. If he told you about another person, would you believe his description about them to be true?" 

"Well, no, but--" 

"Precisely. Draco is thin, but so is his heart--" 

"Does that mean I have a fat heart?" I sniffle. 

"No, you choose who you are. Your appearance doesn't define you, Y/N. Your actions choose who you are. And true, good people like you will look at your heart, not your body." 

Just then, Ron Weasley comes around the corner, and I quickly dry my tears. 

"Hey Y/N," He says brightly, "Want to play Wizard Chess Later?" He didn't say a word about my appearance, just smiling. 

I glance at the professor, who nods. I turn to him, "Sure, Ron! I'd love to." He grins and nods, walking off, telling me he'll see me later. 

"Don't let anything get to you, Y/N. You're a wonderful person. Now, I've got some points to deduct from Slytherin." She chuckles, and walks off after giving me one last hug. 

(441 words, short but I hope you liked! Never written or read anything like this before so I hope it wasn't too bad ;) Love you flames! Ash)