It had been about a month and a half sense Harry had broke up with Ginny after Dumbledore's funeral and she still hadn't gotten over it. Ginny had spent the better part of her summer so far moping, crying, being moody and eating, lots of eating. On this particular day she was in her normal position on the couch in The Burrow with her usual supply of Bertie Bott's, Chocolate Frogs and Fudge Flies in front of the T.V. with shows on that as usual she was not really watching.
"Mom!....MOM!" she cried out.
"What Ginny?" Ms. Weasly asked somewhat impatiently
"Can you get me another glass of that chocolate milk I'm out again" and the glass appeared in front of her thanks to Molly's magic.
"I Can't bloody wait until you're 17 so you can provide food and drinks for your self." Molly muttered under her breath.
"Thmanksh momth" Ginny attempted to say with her mouth full.
"Hey there greedy gut!" George yelled upon entering the room "How goes my favorite human food vacuum?"
"Shumth Up!" Ginny yelled back doing her best not to spit food everywhere, "I could beat you in a game of quidditch any day of the week" she retorted after swallowing.
"That's assuming you could get off that couch, by now I bet there's a rut in that spot you're lying on, i doubt it can handle all that extra weight" he said as he poked Ginny's bellybutton.
"You're awful!" Ginny screamed as she ran upstairs to her room, leaving the chocolate frog wrappers she had strewn about the couch flying in her wake.
"Give her a break George she went through a rough experience and is going through a phase it's not her fault, and anyway she hasn't even gained that much weight"
And in Ginny's defense that was true, chock it up to her metabolism, the fact that most magic treats are low in calories or something else but Ginny had only gained around 5lbs sense the break up mostly in her stomach, it was really only noticeable while she was sitting down and even then only as the lack of of definition. Georges finger could still easily feel the muscle that she had developed from her many adventures under maybe a quarter of a inch of flab.
She was really quite beautiful in the natural beauty kind of way, strong arms, pretty face, blue eyes, brilliantly red hair like the rest of the family, not much breasts or butt to speak of due to her weight and exercise but stunning none the less. But you wouldn't see that now as she was sobbing in her room and in between sobs shoveling chocolate frogs down her thought faster than they could hop.
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