Originally Posted by MaxieluffYAY!/Prologue

She cackled, and left the room, and Molly Weasley almost swore out loud.

Originally Posted by Maxerzzzz/Chapter 1

Molly Weasley hesitated. Irrespective of how she might defend her daughter in front of Aunt Muriel she was, in her heart of hearts, a mother, and she knew she would love to see her daughter go out, get together with a man – in general, start a family. She was an old-fashioned woman in many ways, Molly Weasley, and Ginny’s fire unsettled her, sometimes. What also unsettled her was her daughter’s lack of interest in men now, when she had discarded them for new ones like old socks, only two or three years ago.

Originally Posted by Maxiellaa/Chapter 2

The word was sudden, his intonation sharp as it was not very often, and Narcissa fell silent. She had made a mistake there, she knew – it was, in his eyes, almost a crime to remind him of the Dark Lord’s days. He had been tortured more than once, and he had kept it from her – still thought she did not know. She never would have, either, if he had not, at rare times, talked long in his nightmares – and, when the black cloud had withered at Harry Potter’s hands, the Malfoys had been almost been reduced to nothing.

Originally Posted by Maxiereena/Chapter 3

“Come along, Ginevra,” the Great-Aunt said, loudly. “I couldn’t believe it, you know, when your mother told me you would accompany me – but then, it’s clear this house has done you no good, and your cheeks could do with a little bit of fat. Of course, the red hair can’t be helped –” this was said with a critical look at Ginny’s red sheet of hair, whose tinge was brighter than the usual Weasley’s – “But we will have to make do with that. Hopefully, some man will take a fancy to the strange, flame-like colour and -- what’s wrong with your dress?”

Originally Posted by MaxieLUFF/Chapter 4

Why had he woken up in the shop, earlier today, with no memory of how he came to be on the ground? Something out-of-the-ordinary, something most unnatural had taken place, and Draco twitched inwardly at the thought. He had been in ‘situations’ before, but the greater part of them had been associated, either with the Dark Lord, or with... well, rather wild nights. This had been no wild night, of that he was sure, and -- the Dark Lord?

Originally Posted by SeNoRiTaMaXiE/Chapter 5

“You –” She lowered her voice, most dangerously. “– have gotten everything you have, from me, Blaise. That temperament, that ability to impress others, that self-control. Do not believe I do not know you inside-out – why would I even think that I -or anyone else for that matter – can possibly bend you to my – or their – will? I am not foolish. You are a copy of me, and you should be grateful for it! Otherwise, you might have been moaning about heartbreak, and died of it, like your weak father!”

“My father was not weak!” Blaise spat. “The only weakness he ever showed in his entire life was to fall in love with you, and he died of it because you were too busy cheating on him to pay him any –”