The Boleyn Family Values

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or anything related.

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Author's Note:

This came to me while reading The Other Boleyn Girl by Philipa Gregory. I think the parallels fit, but whatever.

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The Creatress

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The Boleyn Family Values

Chapter 1 - Let the Games Begin

"Ginny!" Molly Weasley's voice was soft, but shrill, as she grabbed her daughter's shoulder and shook her roughly in her haste to get the girl up. "Wake up! For Merlin's sake, girl, wake up now!" Seeing that her daughter was beginning to stir, she turned around and her eyes widened when she realized that she'd left the door open. Cursing, as softly as possible - it wouldn't do to have Harry Potter hear her swear - she ran over and closed it before running about the room, trying to find her daughter's best clothes.

Ginny frowned before cracking her eyes open. She sat up, her mind still hazy from her sleep, and observed her mother swirling about her room, shifting chaotically through her clothes and trying to tidy up at the same time. The older woman's face was flushed almost as red as her faded crimson hair. Ginny glanced grudgingly at the clock on the side table. It was barely seven. She turned and glowered at her mother. In a cold voice, she asked, "What on earth is so important that I was robbed of one and half hours of my beauty sleep?" She dragged the last two words out with scorn. Because sleep was necessary in order to maintain beauty, her mother sent her bed an hour ahead of the rest of the family. If her father ever pointed out that beauty was only skin deep, her mother would scowl and turn to the back-up reason of Ginny's young age.

Molly stopped her flurrying and turned toward her daughter, her eyes wide with excitement, but focused. Standing at the foot of Ginny's bed, she bent over and clutched the edge of the footboard tightly. "Harry Potter is here," she hissed.

All at once, Ginny's fatigue and irritation flew from her. For half a second, she didn't respond, but her chocolate eyes narrowed. "How?" she questioned, simply.

Molly straightened and scowled. "Your brothers thought it would be a good idea to take your father's car to his house and steal him away this morning."

Ginny raised her eyebrows. "They kidnapped him?" she asked.

Molly smirked. "No, dear, they rescued him." The smirk faded and she frowned, tiredly. "Apparently, Ron thought he was in danger. The foolish boy could have warned me first."

"Warned you, mother?" Ginny almost laughed. "And what would you have done if he had? Stopped him? A heroic rescue could only strengthen their friendship and increase his favour for you."

Molly shrugged. "It would have given me time to prepare," she scowled. "The house is a mess; Ron's room's a mess..." Her calculating eyes rested on her daughter and she frowned. "You are a mess."

Ginny scowled. "Well, I have just gotten up." She pushed her covers off her and got out of bed to stand in front of her large mirror. Frowning, she ran her fingers delicately through her crimson locks.

"That's no excuse, Ginny, you must always look your best," Molly said. She turned and resumed her search for the perfect outfit. "What should happen if he were to walk in on you looking like... Like that?" She looked over her shoulder at the younger girl for a moment. "What have I told you, Ginny? It takes care to attract a man and keep him."

Ginny stared at her mother's back in the mirror and had to bite down a witty remark about Molly's appearance and Arthur's undying devotion. Perhaps her father was blind and has somehow hidden it from the family for some reason.

Smirking, she turned back to her face and examined her reflection. She had a pale face, lightly sprinkled with freckles - she used to have more before her mother's victory in vanquishing most of them. The rest should go quickly as she grew up. Her dark chocolate eyes were lined with dark crimson lashes and accentuated with slender brows that were perfectly arched and trimmed all the time. Her mother told her many times that she was lucky to be born with them. Her lips were a soft pink at some times and a darker shade, almost red, at others. Her hair was, of course, her best feature - a vibrant dark scarlet. It only came a few inches past her shoulders, however - her mother wanted her to look young. Too long hair at too young an age - Ginny couldn't manage it on her own, she'd said. Besides, short hair was in style for young girls at the moment.

Ginny fingered her hair, thoughtfully. Maybe it was easier to manage this way, but her mother's reasoning for keeping it short was hypocritical at best. At eleven, Ginny wasn't old enough to have long hair, but at - what? Four? Five? At a very young age, she'd been told the purpose in her life. Lure, seduce and entrap Harry Potter. It was her ultimate goal to become his wife, and it was her mother's to become his mother-in-law.

Ginny couldn't blame her mother for the wish - every female, girl or woman, must have the desire to have something to do with him. She wasn't sure that everyone went about it like Molly Weasley though.

Molly had grown up in an upper Middle class family with dreams and aspirations. She wanted to be a singer, a dancer, an actress - anything that would make her money. She simply wanted a better life than what her parents offered her and her six siblings. However, she couldn't sing, dance or act. Well, acting, she could do, but Wizarding plays quickly went out of style the moment muggles started making coloured movies. She had never been good at academia - she just didn't have the patience for studies, so she didn't know what to do with the miserable life she had, let alone how to achieve the wondrous life she wanted.

And, like a ray of golden Weasley sunshine in a gray, Prewitt storm, Arthur entered her life. She'd known him all her years at school, and had been a friend to him. However, she allowed their relationship to develop beyond friendship after he'd graduated school and started on his career. He was a politician - a good, respected, promising politician who everybody loved. His possessions were more meager than the Prewitts', but he was a rising star. She'd watched carefully and estimated that her Perfect Life would be within reach in a few short years after marrying him. Oh, how wrong she was. The skies expanded, inviting Arthur's star to rise some more, rise and shine bright enough to block out the sun. But the star had stopped abruptly when it became interested in muggle gadgets and chose to stay at a very low point over the horizon. And Molly was stuck with it. How she despised that point.

The only things she received from Arthur that would give her a possibility of making life better were her children. With each birth, her chances at a better life increased. She'd put a lot of hope into Charlie, Bill, Percy, all of them. Throughout the war, the insane amount of protection that she placed on each of them was to secure her chances of money and the pleasures of money from when the children would grow up. The war ended, and none of her family harmed, and she was quite happy - the situation would have been perfect if Voldemort had managed a few green flashes toward Arthur before getting himself killed. The Condolence Galleons the ministry was sending out after the war had been little fortunes (all paid by Malfoy, Parkinson, etc, etc. to convince the world of their goodness).

Her attitude quickly changed toward her husband when she was impregnated for a seventh time. Harry Potter, who was nothing more than a name in a newspaper to her, became something so much more as soon as she learned that she would give birth again just one year after he was born. She performed every charm and drank every potion available to make sure that it was a girl. A pretty girl at that.

And here Ginny was.

Molly quickly fixed Ginny's bed with a flick of her wand and laid the clothes she'd chosen on the sheets. "Get ready, but don't try too hard. It is early morning, after all. Just make sure that you're attractive when you come down." She looked up into the mirror and met Ginny's eyes coldly. "And for Merlin's sake, do not repeat that behaviour you exhibited at King's Cross last year."

Ginny frowned at her in the reflection as Molly straightened and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Oh, yes. King's Cross, September, 1991. After years and years of preparation, Ginny had slipped at the pivotal moment. When her brothers had come back to tell her and her mother that Potter was on the train, Ginny was overcome by the excitement of meeting her target that she'd begged to go see him. She still remembered the horrified look on her mother's face. In public, her mother had shushed her and laughed it off, but when they'd gotten home, Molly had raged shrilly about it for hours.

"What if he'd heard?! Then what?! He'll have known! What if he'd heard?!"

Her performance when they'd gone to pick the boys up was much more acceptable. It could have gone better - but, it was acceptable. Her mother had come home and hoped to Merlin that it had undone everything she'd said during the last September.

Ginny smiled, half amusedly, half ruefully at her reflection. Her heart thudded loudly against her chest and her expression softened, her eyes running over her features again.

What if she failed?

She held out a hand and softly touched the mirror with it. She would not fail. She was the seventh born, the first daughter in seven generations of Weasleys. She had a pedigree that the Malfoys would be envious of. She had beautiful, snow white skin and even more beautiful, shiny scarlet hair. She was smart and skillful. There, she had everything - beauty, brains, brawn and bloodlines. She was Ginevra Weasley. She would not fail.

She stepped away from the mirror and picked up her clothes off the bed. She shed her nightgown, and pulled on her skirt, shirt and jumper before stepping out of her room. She quietly closed the door behind her, and was about to descend the stairs, but stopped at the landing in front of her bedroom door. She placed her hands on the worn banister and leaned over a bit, straining to hear any sounds of Potter. She didn't have to try very hard. First, she heard the twins' loud voices, followed by her mother's hushed, almost amused (so fake to her trained ears) scolding, and then Ron, and then - finally - the voice of The Boy Who Lived.

He sounded like he had last June when they'd gone to pick everyone up. His tone was hushed and quiet. He sounded so modest.

Was he really that modest though?

She almost scrunched her face in thought, but forced herself to straighten her visage. Her mother was nowhere around, but the awesome crime of face-scrunching, brow-furrowing, or anything that may cause wrinkles was uncomfortable to commit (no matter the lack of witnesses) because of how she'd been brought up.

Sighing inwardly, she strained to hear what the Boy Wonder was saying, but couldn't pick up any of his words. Her former train of thought came back to her. Can someone who had such history, such fame be so modest?

"He's here," a voice stated from behind her.

Ginny smiled just a little bit. "I know, Percy."

Percy appeared at her side, and looked down toward the kitchen. He frowned deeply, his eyebrows quite furrowed - wrinkles were never a problem for males, apparently. "You'll be expected to put on a good show, I expect," he said.

Ginny nodded. "Of course. It's what I'm here for," she murmured, her voice nonchalant.

"Are you well?" her bother enquired, turning his gaze on her.

Ginny nodded again, once more with an air of nonchalance.

Percy frowned at her. "First impressions are very important," he quoted their mother.

"I've had my first impressions." A completely random thought hit her and she turned to face him. "Why does she always pluralize the word 'impressions?' It's not as if you have more than one."

Percy ignored her question. "That wasn't this important," he argued, his tone rising, scarily like his mother's. Percy must have noted this, because his eyes widened before his expression relaxed. He regarded Ginny with a softer gaze. "My poor sister..." he muttered. He glanced down toward the kitchen. "This is very unfair to you."

"What is, big brother?" Ginny asked with just the slightest hint of a smirk.

"Being forced to..." Percy trailed off. Unable to find the words to finish, he started to fiddle with his glasses.

"Feel sorry for yourself, Percy. You are just as much her pawn as I am," Ginny responded, all traces of the smirk gone. "As much as all of us, save Charlie and Bill, are."

Percy left his glasses and looked at her. "I don't recall her forcing me onto anyone?"

"No, she only forced you onto your books."

Percy rolled his eyes. "That's different. Everybody needs academia to succeed. What she says to me is normal."

Keep telling yourself that, brother, Ginny thought. "Let's go downstairs before she comes looking for us."

"I met him last year. He seems very kind," Percy said as they started climbing down the stairs.

"He isn't egotistical?" Ginny inquired with a slight smirk. "He is a hero."

Percy shook his head. "Very modest. Rather quiet."

"Hm," was all Ginny had to say as they neared the kitchen door.

Percy looked sideways at her. "You've heard all of our accounts of him," he reminded her. "He's been nothing less than the perfect gentleman. Hardly egotistical at all."

"Is that so?" Ginny murmured. Percy was about to open the door, but Ginny stopped him and gently pushed him away, opening the door a crack and looking into the kitchen. Ron, the twins and the Boy Wonder were all seated around the table, eating breakfast.

"What are you doing?" Percy asked from behind her. "What if he sees you staring at him?"

Ginny only smirked against the wood of the door before lightly leaning against it to make it creak. Her action had the desired effect and Harry Potter looked up from his plate and looked into her eye which was showing through the crack. Pretending to be surprised and embarrassed, Ginny widened her eyes before slamming the door shut. Before she did however, she noticed her mother's and Ron's horrified looks at her action and the twins' curiosity.

"What was all that about?" Percy whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Mother will murder you!"

Ginny laughed lightly. She could hear Ron's forced laughter and then his scrambling to cover for her. 'Ginny - my sister... You don't know how weird this is...'

Smirking, Ginny turned back to Percy. "He isn't egotistical? How big an ego must one have before deciding that you can face Voldemort at age eleven and come out alive?"

"Ginny!" Percy hissed, his eyes widening. "You're not supposed to say his name!"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "What's the point? The Great One killed him, didn't he?" she asked.

"That doesn't make it alright," Percy retorted in a furious whisper. "Make sure you don't do such a thing when we go to Diagon Alley later."

Ginny waved her hand lightly, dismissing the issue. "Anyway. From everything you've told me, it's blindingly obvious that he is egotistical. I should play up to that."

"How does playing shy behind a door play up to his ego? You come off like a stalker!" Percy exclaimed, his voice still hushed.

"No, I come off adoring," Ginny said, calmly. "And shy. His very presence is overwhelming."

Percy shook his head. "I'm telling you, Gin. He doesn't like all this hero stuff."

Ginny snorted disbelievingly. "Everybody loves being rich and famous. What he doesn't like is having to prove himself. He's scared of the responsibility."

Percy cocked his head a bit and stared at her. "What makes you such an expert?"

Ginny shook her head. "I spent the whole of last year reading about Muggle psychology and characters."

"You were... Researching and analyzing him?"

Ginny shrugged a shoulder. "I had to be prepared. When Ron first wrote to us that he was friends with Potter, it really raised the stakes for me. Apparently, Ron's done half the work for me. What reason do I have now to fail?" She shook her head. "Things will get interesting now." She started pushing the door open. "Are you coming?" she asked, raising her eyebrows when she saw her brother lean against the wall.

Percy shook his head. "I still don't know if you're going about this the right way. I'll wait out here and come rescue you if or when you get into trouble."

Ginny only smirked. "You'll miss breakfast, but suit yourself," she said. She wiped the smirk off her face, and hunched down a bit - she looked so much more shy and demure than she did usually with her head held high and her shoulders held back. She gently pushed the door open and tiptoed in, eyes firmly on the floor.

"Ginny," she heard Ron mutter in introduction. She could hear the ill-disguised irritation in his voice. Obviously, Ron thought she was going about her seduction the wrong way as well.

"Hello," she heard Harry Potter say from somewhere to her right. She glanced up at him and quickly looked away, trying to make herself blush furiously as she murmured a 'hello' in response.

"Oh, the owls are here," Molly suddenly announced.

Ginny looked up through the window. A few owls were coming toward the house, but they were still quite far away. Ginny glanced at her mother to see the older woman give her a stern, warning look. Ginny only smirked and turned back to the window. The owls flew in and Molly relieved them of their letters before handing them out around the table.

As she took her Hogwarts letter from her mother, Ginny couldn't help but feel extremely eager and giddy. As she opened the letter, there was a small part of her that wryly thought that a mere letter can make her more excited than the Boy Wonder.

"Will you be starting at Hogwarts this year?" Potter was asking her.

Oh, no. Better get back into character. Ginny glanced at him with a shy expression before turning away and timidly nodding. She turned back to her letter and started reading it, so engrossed that she accidentally placed her elbow into the butter. Her eyes widened in surprise and she quickly glanced at Potter, who was staring at the butter with wide eyes. Ah, he thought it was because of him. Ginny could have laughed, but Percy walked in at that moment, giving her a short, incredulous look before settling down to have breakfast.

As Ron distracted Harry with news about Lockhart, Ginny picked up the butter tray to dispose of the butter and go clean herself up. This would be a long day...

After breakfast, Ginny ran from the dining room and managed to stay away from her mother for the whole morning before they left for Diagon Alley. Molly was quietly seething and everyone in the household (except the Almighty Boy Wonder) knew it. Arthur Weasley, who'd come home halfway through breakfast, had escaped to his tool shed as quickly as he could. Ron had dragged Harry Potter off to his room to keep him distracted from any drama that might occur because of Ginny's actions. Fred and George - how Ginny loved them - were trying to keep Molly busy with their antics so that she wouldn't have a chance to swoop down on their younger sister. Percy had also retreated to his own room, but not before trying to talk Ginny. Percy cared - Ginny knew he did, but she figured that it was probably just because she was the only person in the household who knew what he may feel like. They had a sort of camaraderie, but that was it. Percy was too awkward around her - he never knew what to do or say to her to make a situation better.

Ginny looked at her brother, who was standing in the doorway of her room, fiddling with his glasses. "You can't even handle your own sister's problems. How will you fare as a politician?" she asked, cuttingly.

Percy smiled a bit. "The population of Wizarding England is quite different from you," he responded.

Ginny had to laugh a bit before turning around to pick out the clothes she'd wear for the day. He could be witty when he wanted to be. Shame that no one ever saw it. "Just leave, Percy. I'll be fine." She imagined him nodding before she heard the door swing shut with a soft click.

Percy was to play Arthur Version 2.0. He would be the same rising star that his father was, but he would not get interested in muggle gadgets halfway through and stop everything for his hobby.

Ginny wondered what Harry wanted to do with his life. Ron didn't know. Nobody knew. What would happen when the Boy Wonder grew up? Would people still be lavishing him with money and gifts because of an act that he'd committed as a child?

Not that he really committed any act. For the life her, Ginny couldn't figure out why people were going completely crazy over a spell bouncing off a baby and going back to hit its caster. Potter hadn't done anything - he'd just been present at the time. He just existed - anybody could simply exist. He was rubber, and Voldemort was glue. Just how great was being rubber supposed to be? If it were up to her, Halloween should be a holiday, not to celebrate Potter, but to celebrate Voldemort's stupidity/clumsiness/both.

As this thought settled, she wryly thought to herself that this said something sad and ridiculous about the Wizarding World - their three most important men were 1) A lucky baby, 2) A half-existent shadow of a man who once upon a time reigned terror and 3) a small, awkward wizard who looked as if he could fall over at any moment under the weight of his large bowler hat.

Comforting.

Ginny pushed the thought from her head and pulled her cloak off a hook on the wall and threw it around her shoulders.

Show time.

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Molly Weasley said nothing to Ginny, only scowling at her as they stepped into the floo to head to Diagon Alley. She had been on edge and irritated for the whole morning - Ron and the twins' unplanned rescue mission, her husband's disappearance into the shed, her daughter's behaviour at breakfast. By the time they'd gotten out of Gringotts' vaults - and Ginny was glad to be out of there. During the whole time they'd been at Potter's vault, her mother had been poking her in the side as if reminding her what they were playing for - the auburn topped pot that was Molly Weasley was just about ready to boil over. Ginny kept smirking at her mother's demeanor while keeping a safe distance away, just as her brothers were doing. Harry Potter, it seemed, was completely oblivious.

Because just as they were crossing the foyer of the bank, the Boy Wonder unknowingly decided to turn the heat up under the Weasley matron.

Everyone had been walking along, their discomfort disguised by idle chitchat and laughter when Harry stopped short and grinned widely. All the Weasleys' eyes whipped to him before following his gaze to see what had caught his attention.

"Hermione!" Harry exclaimed before rushing forward.

Ah.

Molly's mouth dropped open and she turned questioningly, angrily to Ron, as if demanding an explanation.

Ron shrunk a bit under his mother's eyes before quickly following Harry.

That's right, Ronald, Ginny thought as she watched him scamper to his friends. Don't give them a moment alone.

Molly caught her daughter's arm and turned her to face her. "Did you see that?" she demanded.

Ginny turned around to look over at the group around the older Gryffindor girl. She also noted her father, who had joined two people who she guessed to be Hermione's parents... Her mother would never forgive Arthur for this traitorous behaviour. Hermione herself seemed no different from last year. Her hair was still a mess of bushy curls; her front teeth were still large. She still looked quite the child - her short form making her look even younger than Ginny even. The redhead snorted in a very unladylike fashion. "Please, Mother, have you even looked at her?"

Molly turned around to take another look at Hermione, and because of Ginny's bad luck, the sun chose that moment to beam a ray of gold right on the muggleborn and Hermione suddenly broke out into a wide smile over something Harry said. Her messy brown hair was suddenly highlighted with light bronze, and despite her front teeth, her smile lit up her whole face. She wasn't beautiful like Ginny - not by a long shot, but there was something about her that was... interesting. That held one's attention. Even a blind man would know that this trait would grow into something stunning as the girl got older.

Molly scowled and turned back to Ginny. "I don't like her," she stated, evenly.

Ginny wrinkled her nose just a bit and looked up at her mother. "Of course, you don't. You don't like any muggleborns." Of course she didn't. Muggle movies had ended her acting career short, her husband had stopped his climb in the Ministry because of his fascination with muggle gadgets, and now, a muggleborn was once again ruining her plans. Molly would never admit it out loud though, lest it make Arthur's situation worse or negatively affect Percy's career.

Molly shook her head, shifting her eyes back to Hermione, who was obliviously laughing with Ron and Harry. "You focus on Harry Potter," the woman instructed. "I'll take care of Hermione," she said, stressing the name distastefully. "What is a muggleborn doing with an Ancient Roman name?" she muttered.

"I think she might be part Greek. Hermione was a Greek goddess. Or was she the Princess of Troy?" Ginny murmured, trying to remember.

Molly harrumphed. "It doesn't matter. Don't mind her. You've a better name."

Ginny smirked. "I know, Mother."

Molly looked around. "Where is Percy?" she asked, frowning.

Ginny also quickly glanced around and spotted her brother at the other end of the hall, talking to a girl with short black girls. She was quite pretty. And Percy seemed completely relaxed and happy, chuckling quietly as he talked to her. Ginny smiled a little and turned back to her mother. "I've no idea."

Molly waved her hand at the twins, beckoning them closer. "No matter," she mumbled. When the twins reached her, she nodded at Harry, Ron and Hermione. "Tell Ron to come here, and then escort Harry and Hermione to Flourish and Blotts. Tell him come quickly."

Fred and George gave her a confused look, but, sensing that their mother was irritated, quickly left to do as they were told. A moment later, Ron jogged up to them. Ginny glanced at Harry and Hermione to see that they were walking to the bank entrance with the twins, Arthur and the Grangers behind them.

"What is it?" Ron asked, curiously. He rounded on Ginny. "What was that crap at breakfast?!" he demanded.

Molly shushed him, but glared briefly at Ginny, nonetheless. "Hush, Ronald, we don't have time to discuss that," she said, laying a hand on his shoulder.

Ginny smirked. Ron was the uncontested favourite now. Because of being lucky enough to walk into a train compartment at the best possible moment, he was the best friend of the Boy Who Lived. The one who'd been overlooked all his life was now the centre of attention in the Weasley household, and Ron milked it for all that it was worth. He'd helped him last year through many trials and tribulations. Ginny had wondered why no one would just slip Potter a homosexuality potion and let Ron have him.

Ron was looking up at Molly expectantly. "What is it?"

"How close are Harry and Hermione?"

Ron shrugged. "They're friends. He's closer to me than he is with her, but they are good friends. She was with us during everything last year."

Molly glanced at the group, which was waiting for them at the entrance. "Is she a threat to Ginny?" she asked Ron.

Ginny burst out laughing sarcastically, earning a glare from her mother and brother.

Ron scowled at Ginny. "It's too early to tell," he said, addressing his mother. He finally turned to face the older woman. "She isn't at the moment."

Molly reached out and gently combed Ron's hair back. "Ron, if she does become a threat... I can trust you to handle the situation, can't I?"

Ginny looked at them, surprised. Never before had any of the boys been used this way.

Ron was completely clueless. "Umm... Yes," he said, unsurely. "I can always tell him that Hermione's lesbian."

Ginny bit back a laugh. "If they're as close as you say they are, he would probably know about her dating habits," she pointed out.

Molly glanced at her. "Your sister is right, Ronald. I meant that you should be the one to handle Granger if she gets in our way."

Ron stared at his mother for a second and then a flicker of understanding crossed his eyes.

"Ah. I think he's gotten the message," Ginny put in sarcastically.

Molly smoothed back his hair some more. "Ronald, I've so much faith in you and you've proven yourself to be the greatest son a mother could ask for this last year." She petted his head. "You won't let me down, will you?"

Ginny bit her lip to keep from laughing at the look on Ron's face. His ears were red as his hair and he looked uncomfortable, but he was subservient as ever. "Yes, Mother. Of course."

Molly beamed and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Off to Flourish and Blotts then," she announced, leaving her children to join the group at the entrance.

Ron looked across the hall at Hermione for a second with a small frown. He then turned to Ginny. "Good luck, Ginny," he said, smiling wryly.

Ginny smirked at Ron. "Good luck, Lover Boy," she wished him and started walking away. "You'll need it."

Let the games begin...

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A/N

Good? Bad? Don't you just lurrrrrrve Manipulative!Molly and Ginny?

I swear this fic will be as humourous and it will be dark and angsty.

Next chapter

- The confrontations at Flourish and Blotts - how will Ginny play the chaos to her advantage?

- Ginny isn't the only one playing for Potter's heart - Romilda Vane and a good portion of the first years join the race. No game is fun without rivals.

- Three letters: T. M. R.

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