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Ever since Ginny was young...Molly had mollycoddled her youngest daughter rather a lot. Molly had wanted a daughter so much that when she finally got one after having six boys, she was naturally, thrilled. Being the caring, doting mother she was, she always made sure Ginny was well-fed and well-behaved. Being well-behaved meant Ginny always had to clean her plate and eat dessert, out of politeness, even if she wasn’t hungry. It didn’t matter how much she had eaten already, if there was food left on her plate her mother expected it to be eaten. Molly's attitude combined with her love of baking and unfailing habit of regularly offering Ginny snacks, ensured the youngest Weasley had been a bit of a plump child growing up. She was somewhat of an anomaly amongst her brothers, who were rather more active and seemed to miss out on some of the extra snacks. As a young girl, Ginny seemed to have little restraint when it came to food. She quickly grew used to snacking on her Mum’s latest baking day in, day out. Being a crafty kid, she made sure she was never too far from the kitchen in her younger years so as not to miss out on the extra scones and licking cake bowls as her mother whipped up all kinds of treats.
Ginny's childhood infatuation with food, encouraged by her mother and her endless baking, resulted in certain physical characteristics that were particularly influenced by her generous appetite. Her tummy, for one, had always been a bit round and soft growing up. In fact, her closest brother, Ron, had often teased her for having a 'teddy bear tummy'. Though at first, it hadn’t bothered her much. She remembered confiding in her mother one day around the age of six, whilst sitting comfortably in her mother’s lap, as her older brothers ran about playing outside. “Mum..?” she asked. “Yes munchkin”, “Ron said I have a teddy bear tummy… is he right?”. Molly chuckled lowly “he seems to be forgetting he had one not very long ago”. “But mummy what is a teddy bear tummy?”. “Oh nothing dear, in fact, if he says it again tell him he’s been a naughty boy for not finishing his dinner”. Young little Ginny had frowned to herself, confused as to what it meant. Although it didn’t take long for her to forget all about it.
A few years later, just before her 11th birthday, she found that she still hadn’t lost her ‘teddy bear tummy’. Having survived a long boring year whilst all her brothers had gone to Hogwarts, she'd been particularly sedentary. She hadn't had any of them around to play with and keep her active, or anyone to compete with when it came to eating her mother’s baking either. It had been all hers. Unsurprisingly, she had indulged without a second thought. She remembered seeing the twins that summer after the school year had finished. They had greeted her fondly, lifting her up and spinning her around. George had set her down with a frown feeling the shape of her rounder-than-usual tummy, as he let go of her waist. He'd then rather insensitively poked her belly button and said: "Teddy bear tummy has grown look, shall we call you roly-poly now?". She'd gone bright red with embarrassment, and later that evening found herself crying alone in her room as she realised how chubby she had become. Her biggest fear about going to Hogwarts was not being able to make friends. The last thing she wanted was to stand out as weird or different. What if her classmates teased her about her weight? She knew having older brothers there with her would probably put a stop to it...but what if she got sorted into a different house? She'd have no one to stand up for her. These worries of hers and the continued teasing from her older brothers meant that a couple of months later by the 1st of September, she'd managed to lose some of what her mum called her ‘baby chub’.
Fast forward a few months, as she settled into her 1st year at Hogwarts, she had been very pleased with herself as she had managed to fully lose her ‘teddy bear tummy’ and eventually also her thicker than average thighs too. The set mealtimes at Hogwarts meant her regular snacks were non-existent. And despite the wonderful food on offer, she'd been less comfortable eating amongst all the other students. As a relatively shy girl, having to eat amongst her classmates resulted in a certain level of self-awareness. As such she never felt comfortable to overindulge, like she usually would have done at home, for risk of standing out. Although her brothers, especially Ron, were known for their appetites, she didn't want to become known for her's too! Especially as she tried to hide the remaining pudge of the little round tummy she still possessed under her Hogwarts jumper. She'd felt rather proud of herself as she'd finally managed to reign in her Weasley appetite, along with her regular snacking habits too. Then later on in the year as she started to enter adolescence, growing a little taller, her poochy tummy had melted away. She remembered at the end of her first year looking proudly at herself in her dorm mirror noticing how she looked more mature with less round cheeks and a much slimmer figure. The uniform her mum had gotten her for her looked and felt baggier, she'd even had to tie a shoelace around her skirt waistband to keep it from slipping down from her new slimmer waist.
Despite this development, a new pattern emerged at the end of each academic year, where she rarely managed to stop herself from gaining back a few pounds over the summer break. There was always unlimited food on offer at the burrow; a result of her mother’s endless cooking. It was also always served in rather generously sized portions, due to her mother being used to having to feed half a dozen hungry teenage boys. This combined with the fact that her mother hadn’t even remotely considered the fact that a teenage girl may not require the same excessive calorie intake, meant large portions were always served up. Plus Ginny always felt bad leaving anything on her plate. She hated when her mother doubted her cooking, not even Dumbledore's feasts could match her mother's cooking. Plus it was part of her identity, if her mother Molly didn't feel like she was providing delicious food for her children she'd feel like she was being a bad parent. Arthur of course immediately put a stop to any such thoughts, but not before Ginny had started to feel guilty for leaving food on her plate. Then there was the fact that her mother always noticed the weight she'd lost over the school year. Asking things like "I hope you have been eating enough dear?" or complaining that Madam Hooch had been training them too hard at flying lessons. All these influences meant it wasn’t easy for Ginny to keep her figure over the summer holidays. Unlike her brothers, who had inherited their dad’s super fast metabolism, she had inherited her mother's rather more average metabolism. And combined with a less active lifestyle; she preferred to spend her time reading and making jewellery rather than running around like a testosterone-filled monkey, meant her mother's cooking usually led to some noticeable changes to her body. Ginny usually returned to Hogwarts on the 1st of September each year a few pounds heavier than when she left it. Sporting a small muffin top which she tried to hide under her Hogwarts Jumper. But then a couple of months later, usually around November time, she found she'd managed to lose the extra weight; a combination of set mealtimes, no snacks and quidditch training helped her lose any extra pounds she had gained over the summer. Sometimes minus bigger boobs, thicker thighs or curvier hips, which she told herself were only natural developments for a teenage girl. Luckily, no one really noticed this curious development at the start of each school year. As she was always careful to dress modestly after the holidays, to stop anyone from noticing. That was until the start of her fifth year.
Ginny Weasley, nearly sixteen, was embarking on her year of OWL studies at Hogwarts. One sunny September morning on the Hogwarts Express bound for Scotland, Harry, Ron, Hermione & Ginny were settling into their seats and levitating their trunks onto the overhead racks, readying themselves for the long train journey. “Gosh, it’s warm isn’t it” Ginny exclaimed looking a little flushed from all the hustle and bustle of boarding the train and finding an empty compartment. Unbeknownst to Ginny, a certain dark-haired boy with glasses looked over at her and watched as the girl with the long wavy red hair slowly removed her Hogwarts jumper, pulling it right over her head. As she did so, her blouse got pulled upwards exposing a small part of her smooth pale torso which had become a slight muffin top pooching out over her skirt. She immediately sucked in her stomach, feeling cold autumn air on her midsection wafting in from the open window. Even though she was sucking in, her small tummy was still noticeable, especially where her hips spilt over the waistband of her skirt. A split second later it was gone. As Ginny, blushing slightly at accidentally exposing herself, pulled her blouse back down over her skirt. Harry was surprised but immediately knew he liked it. It was only a glimpse but he loved how curvy and feminine she looked. He didn’t remember her looking like that before the holidays. In fact, as he thought about it, she’d always been slim hadn't she? Although to be honest, he never really saw her figure, apart from in the summer term, as it was always hidden by the multitude of Hogwarts jumpers and robes necessary to survive the cold winters at Hogwarts. As they all sat down Harry snuck a glance at Ginny again. Her blouse was fairly baggy and tapered gently into her upper waist, it didn't reveal much. But then he noticed how her legs did look a little thicker and perhaps softer in those black tights that covered the area just above her knees, where her skirt ended. The shape of her slightly thicker thighs underneath her skirt was noticeable too. Her lightly freckled face was perhaps ever so slightly rounder, as she chatted enthusiastically to Hermione about her summer. He couldn’t quite fathom how the pretty, athletic redhead had managed to gain weight but he supposed a summer of her mother’s cooking must have taken its toll.
Harry knew what it was like at the burrow, endless food and snacks were always on offer, not to mention the large three-course meals which Molly Weasley would cook up every single evening. Although what Harry didn’t know was that this summer weight gain was a relatively normal occurrence for Ginny and she herself expected to lose the weight soon enough. As come springtime she always liked to be one of those girls to show off her toned figure in a crop top and skirt to catch the sunshine at weekends by the lake with all her friends. As Harry thought more about it, he relished how Ginny’s cheeks were ever so slightly rounder as he caught her laughing with her best friend Luna, and her thicker thighs were undeniably more attractive. Plus what he knew was a rounded tummy and hips hidden beneath her blouse was actually kind of sexy. He felt himself flush slightly with excitement, it was a bit unusual to prefer girls who were a bit thicker than average. Harry himself had yet to come to terms with his fascination for slightly chunkier girls, but seeing the pretty redhead looking noticeably thicker than she had been before the summer awakened something in him. The extra weight made her seem more womanly and mature somehow.
A while later afternoon tea arrived followed closely by the sweet trolley. They all dug into their pockets for loose change, the sweets on the Hogwarts Express were not to be missed. Ginny ordered an array of sweets off the trolley, she felt slightly guilty at her rather indulgent order but luckily what she snacked on was dwarfed by Ron’s usual feast so it didn't raise any eyebrows. Although unbeknown to Ginny, a certain dark haired boy silently took note.
An hour later, Ginny had a small stomach ache; she had rather pigged out on the afternoon pastries and candy from the sweet trolley and was feeling full & a little nauseous. She looked down feeling her tummy over her clothing. Her skirt was rather tight around her soft waist and wasn’t helping the feeling of discomfort coming from her distended stomach. She'd had to apply a stretching charm to her skirt's waistband that very morning as she'd tried to get dressed in last years uniform. In fact, it was so much tighter than she remembered it being that she'd had to apply the charm twice. She'd been a bit naive thinking her skirt from last year would still fit but luckily the charm had solved the issue. However now she was bloated, the issue had returned. The skirt was fairly loose fitting overall, it was just the waistband that felt tight and she could feel it cutting into her bloated tummy. She tried to surreptitiously adjust her skirt beneath her blouse so it sat higher above her bloated tummy, just to give herself some room. She sighed lowly as it didn’t quite give her the respite she needed. As Harry and Ron across from her started pointing at something they'd spotted out the window, she took the opportunity to swiftly reach under her blouse and undo the top button of her Hogwarts skirt, just to give her tummy a little room. She quickly looked around to see if anyone had noticed, Ron was busy talking and staring intently out the window. Hermione was deep in a book. But a pair of eyes belonging to the dark-haired boy across from her was now staring directly at her little predicament. Her midriff was covered by her blouse and skirt but possibly still suggested the rounded shape of her bloated stomach, especially now the top button of her skirt was undone. She blushed and crossed her arms, looking away slightly embarrassed. Nothing was really visible beneath her top but Harry had no doubt caught a glimpse of her little predicament. This is so embarrassing she thought, she'd hoped to lose the weight before anyone noticed. But then again her attempt at dieting during the last week of the holidays at the Burrow had failed miserably: her mother’s food, combined with its unlimited supply, meant it had been rather tricky to restrict ones appetite. Especially when her newly acquired pooch belly had grown used to her overindulgence over the summer. She had come to platform 9 and 3 quarters this morning wearing a jumper, in an attempt to hide her newly thickened figure. But given it was the 1st of September the warmth of summer had been lingering in the air and wearing a jumper had been rather out of the question, which was why all she now wore was her blouse. She chanced a look up at Harry again and caught him still staring at her midsection as his tongue darted back into his mouth. Her breath hitched, was that his…tongue? Does he think I’m attractive?... Surely he finds my extra weight unattractive?! Ginny was baffled, she looked down again, she must be imagining things, her blouse wasn't that tight and revealing was it?
Ginny had really struggled again this summer to keep the pounds off. She had started off the holidays as fit as ever, fresh off a successful season playing quidditch. She’d had a toned torso and a generally very lean build from all the fitness stuff the team had done over the year. But her broken ankle she had picked up at the ministry debacle, despite being fixed right away by Madam Pomfrey, meant she’d had to spend the first two weeks of her summer fairly immobile, on crutches. This, she supposed, had kickstarted her weight gain. She remembered two weeks into the holidays her toned stomach had already disappeared under a thin but soft layer of pudge. And of course, her mother had been as relentless as always cooking up a variety of rich fattening dishes at every meal. With little else to do but eat and laze around, she had dug right in. After two weeks, she thought back to stepping on the scales in the bathroom, realising she had already gained 5 pounds. Despite being a bit a shocked as to how quickly she had put on weight, her attempt to increase her physical activity throughout the summer was half-hearted and her appetite certainly hadn’t gotten any smaller. By the end of the summer her body had changed considerably. Her mother’s unlimited supply of food combined with her own weakness when it came exercising her own willpower and just saying no to extra food, along with her habit of snacking and having been less active than usual meant it had been impossible to put on her old Hogwarts skirt without the application of a couple stretching charms. Having gained 20 pounds over the holidays, her waistline, hips and thighs had decidedly thickened. She did feel a little guilty about it; she had tried to limit her eating, but the reality was she just loved food too much. Despite her very best efforts to try and restrain herself, her eating habits from when she was a child had most decidedly returned, along with the extra pounds they brung.