Bad Girls Like Bad Boys

Chapter 2

That morning, a few days after Harry had come to Grimmauld Place, Vicky was awoken by the familiar voice of her older brother, Fred, screaming at her to get up. She was curled up in her blankets, the ones her mother had made for her when she had time over at home. 

"Get up!" shouted Fred, one last time, before rushing out of her room and slamming the door behind him. 

Vicky, who had finally sat up in her bed, looked at the door and made an ugly grimace after her brother. She knew that he didn't like her, but he didn't have to interrupt her beauty sleep by screaming and then slamming her door. She rolled her eyes, before standing up slowly. 

She stood in front of her mirror, staring at herself. She looked ugly, she really did - well, that was her opinion anyway. She had a bedhead, her normally perfect, shining brown hair was pointing in all directions. Her face looked dry and she had a little bit of drool on her chin. And she looked fat, she really did look fat - still, that was her opinion. 

Vicky sighed. She took a grip on her silk shirt, in an emerald color, and pulled it up slowly. She looked at her flat stomach, her skinny waist, her ribs was showing - but all she could see was fat. And she didn't like it, at all. Another day without food, she thought. She sighed again, before lowering her shirt again. She moved towards the dusty wardrobe that she had claimed as her own and opened the two doors. 

About ten minutes later, Vicky was ready - dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a rainbow striped polo and a pair of black Converse. Half of her hair was pulled back, the upper part pulled back and the lower part loose. Her face was washed, now completely fresh, and her pearly white teeth gleaming. 

Vicky walked down the stairs, passing all of the portraits in the hall, and moved towards the kitchen. She wasn't going to eat, but she knew that her mother would start fussing over her if she didn't even come down - she would have to pretend to eat. She walked into the kitchen, just as her twin brother shouted;

"I knew it!"

It made Vicky jump, and she almost tripped over her own feet. Ron didn't even notice, as he continued shouting, neither did Hermione, who also started talking. Harry did, however, as Vicky almost fell right into him. 

"Oh, sorry," said Vicky, patting his shoulder quickly, before walking over to the stove, where her mother was standing, wiping her face on the apron she was wearing. Vicky kissed her cheek. "Morning, Mum."

"Morning, darling," said Mrs Weasley, smiling at her daughter, giving her a plate filled with lunch. "Here you go, dear. Eat up."

Vicky took the plate with a grimace, before giving her mother a forced smile as she kissed her cheek. She sat down beside Lupin, putting the plate down on the table in front of her. She took a fork and started moving around the potatoes on her plate. A glass was put down in front of her, by her mother, who had filled it with cold water. 

"Eat, darling," Mrs Weasley said, patting her daughter's shoulder and giving her a kind smile. Vicky smiled back, but more forced and fake. 

Vicky watched as Fred, George and Ginny danced around the kitchen, shouting something that Vicky couldn't really hear. Her father tried to talk to Sirius, but was only cut off by his three shouting children. However, Vicky did hear him say something about meeting Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's father, - the man was actually more of a git than his son was - and seeing him with Fudge - the Minister of Magic. 

Soon, everyone had sat down for lunch and ate, chatting away happily. Everyone was talking - well, everyone except for Vicky. Vicky didn't say a word, she only listened to everyone else and stared at her untouched food.