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Warning: Contains descriptions of eating disorder mentality; may skip Hermione's POV if triggering to reader

This chappie is dedicated to AveryTheEmoji, for voting on the last chapter and commenting that you liked how I said "chappie" ;) Well, this chappie's for you <3 I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I liked writing it :)

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Ginny

I was lying on something warm, firm, and comfy as I woke up.

I yawned lightly and tried to get up.

Keyword: tried.

Someone, or something, was restraining me.

I twisted around to snarl at my captor...

Who was none other than the one and only Harry Potter.

I gaped. Harry yawned and woke up.

I panicked a little, squirming to get out of his arms before he was fully aware of the position we were in.

His arms tightened.

"No." He mumbled sleepily. "Stay here, Ginny."

I smiled and settled into the cuddle.

I would take whatever I could get, and if that whatever was cuddling with Harry Potter, I was a very happy girl.

"Alright, but we're checking on Hermione later."

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Hermione

I leant over the sink, splashing water on my face frantically. Merlin, Malfoy was going to mess everything up, wasn't he?

I tried to calm myself down by taking a few deep breaths. It would be okay. I had everything in control.

Having Malfoy around will complicate things, but I can probably hide it from him pretty well.

At the end of the day, he hates me. He would never notice what I was doing.

Not when even Head Healer Crax hadn't noticed.

Hermione Granger was supposed to be perfect, after all.

I eyed the electronic balance in the corner of the bathroom. With the lights on, it appeared blindingly white.

Maybe after a shower. First, I had to deal with Malfoy.

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Draco

The moment we arrived in Granger's house, she stormed off into the bathroom, leaving me standing dumbly in her wake in her house and just within her doorstep.

I huffed in annoyance. If Granger wanted to play it that way, then fine.

I started snooping around for anything I could use to blackmail her while she was in the shower.

The first drawer I tugged on was locked.

I shrugged. Nothing a wandless Alohomora couldn't unlock.

I may not be very good at wandless magic, but I could still do basic levitation and unlocking spells.

Surprisingly, nothing happened when I tugged on it again.

I tried the drawer next to it.

That didn't budge either.

None of the drawers or cupboards were unlocked, I realised after a thirty-minute struggle with every single object in the house.

I had tried the front door as well. It was predictably locked. And it burnt my hands.

I groaned and sank into a plushy chair, nursing my pathetically red and swollen hands.

"Finished checking for stuff to blackmail me with?" Granger's newly acquired sarcastic voice rang out behind me.

I fell very gracefully out of my chair in shock, closing my gaping jaw and swallowing equally gracefully.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Granger. You'll have to try harder if you want to seduce me." I managed to say, rearranging my features into my trusty Malfoy smirk.

My marvellous wit was sadly ignored by my current captor, who deposited a twenty-foot roll of parchment on my head all too gleefully for my taste.

"Those are house rules. Don't follow them, and I'll throw you out on your wandless ass."

"Oh, and you won't be able to leave or touch anything unless I let you." She said calmly. "I upped my security wards, and now no one can apparate or Floo in or out without me."

With that she stalked out of the room.

I frowned, looking dejectedly at the mountain of parchment on my lap.

Granger was bonkers if she thought I was actually going to read that.

Rules my delectable ass.

A/N: So what do you think? Finally we see glimpses of Hermione's eating disorder, and more reasons are gonna be discussed in the next chappie, but for now you're gonna have to wait *insert cheeky grin*

Please know that I do not advocate eating disorders at all, and I don't seek to beautify them, either. I apologise if it's not the most accurate reflection of someone with an eating disorder, but I am trying my best to do that.

For those of you struggling with an eating disorder, I hope you will recover soon, or are on your way to recovery. You are beautiful, mind and soul and body. No, really. You are.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, and remember to vote and comment what you liked about it if you did :) Constructive criticism is welcome too!

UPDATE: Chapter 1: Runner of this book has now been edited/updated to explain a little bit of why Hermione is the way she is, so please re-read that if you want to know what happened to her. First time readers can just keep on reading though, so don't worry.
Thanks guys for being awesome and reading all the way down my work-in-progress! I love you guys :)