Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines

⚡Imagine #42 - George Weasley⚡

**M + F** 

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**Trigger Warning - Eating disorder/starving**

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{Hungry and fatigued}

You left the great hall and walked up the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room. You had forgotten your copy of Advanced Potion Making in your dormitory and as you were studying for your N.E.W.T.S, you were determined to make the most of your study time. The feeling of nausea that you felt at this time was overwhelming, and this was not just anxiety because of your upcoming exams. Beneath you, you felt your legs shaking and your stomach rumbling. It had been a considerable number of days since you had last eaten and it had made you incredibly weak. You had tried to eat but every time there were a number of factors that were preventing you from doing so. There may have been too many people for your liking in the Great Hall one day, or you were feeling too anxious and by the time your meal was in front of you, you were absolutely uninterested in eating. When you did eat, you found yourself being sick. No matter how hard you tried, you could not maintain a relationship with food.

When you entered the common room, George, your boyfriend, was standing by the window; he was looking out of it deep in thought. Hearing your footsteps seemed to bring him out of the trance he was in. He turned around and smiled at you. "Hey." He said, placing his quill and textbook onto the table in front of him. "Are you okay?" He asked, worried.

"Yes, of course. What makes you think I'm not?" You replied, probably a little bit too defensively.

"You really don't look well." He admitted, holding his hand out to you. You took it and kissed it before you gave George a faint smile but everything was beginning to become blurry and dark. George was fading away from you. "Honestly babe, I'm fin-"

"(Y/n)!" George shouted as you collapsed towards him. George caught you before you hit the ground "(Y/n)?" He repeated as he carried her over to the sofa and placed her down gently. He held you hand and begged you to open your eyes. It took you about ten minutes for you to come back around and when you woke up, George was there sitting next to you. "What were you thinking?" He asked, his breathing was heavy 

"What?" You asked, you were incredibly confused as you slowly sat up. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"Why haven't you been eating, (Y/n)?" His voice shook as he looked at you, desperate to know the answer. "Why?" He repeated as he held back the tears. "Why didn't you talk to me?"

"How did you k-" You began to ask but George interrupted you by putting his hand up and looking away, frustrated with you.

"How did I know?" He finished your sentence, folding his arms, creasing his white shirt in the crevices of his arms as he did so. "Well, first of all, your stomach hasn't stopped rumbling since you walked into the common room, not to mention the fact that you've just fainted!" He said, raising his voice. "I'm sorry." George said after a few moments noticing how upset you were. "I didn't mean to get angry. I'm just upset. Upset that you didn't tell me but more upset that I didn't notice this happening." Geroge looked at you, worry still written across his face. "Why haven't you been eating?" He repeated his question from earlier, still as desperate to know the answer than he was just moments before.

"I don't know." You admitted. "I just can't stomach the idea of eating anything."

"Have you been making yourself sick when you do eat?" He asked, crouching in front of you. You nodded, unable to utter the word 'yes'. 

"I didn't want you to worry." You whispered after a little bit. 

"I'm always going to worry about you," George whispered. "Always."