A/N: This fic started as a chaotic ask I sent to gryffindormischief on Tumblr, and then quickly evolved into...whatever it is now before being completely discarded and left in my drafts for around five months. It's been around six years since I last posted anything Harry Potter related, and my long abandoned but rather ambitious Hunger Games crossover has unfortunately been lost to time. Tell me if this is the worst thing you've ever read, and I'll promptly delete my account.


Ginny really didn't see what the big deal was. It was Sunday dinner at the Burrow and she and Harry had stopped at a newsstand in Diagon Alley earlier that evening to buy a whole stack of Witch Weekly copies. It was her first magazine cover, and it was the first interview she'd done that wasn't completely centered around Harry or her position on the Harpies. She'd been giddy all day in anticipation of her family's reaction. The Weasley family though, seemed less than impressed. In retrospect, her first mistake was probably letting George get his copy first.

"I think there's been a mix-up, Ronniekins," George propped an elbow on his youngest brother's shoulder. "It appears that Ginny's given us all a copy of Harry's birthday present."

Ron peered at the magazine laid out in George's freckled hands. Almost immediately, he was flushed from the roots of his ginger hair to the tips of his white ears. "You're barely clothed!" Ron exclaimed.

Ginny rolled her eyes. She and Harry went through all that trouble so that everyone of her insufferable brothers could feel included, and George and Ron were already acting as if she'd gifted them a copy of Busty and Bewitched with her face on the cover. "You can't even see anything!"

"It certainly doesn't leave much to the imagination," Bill said gruffly.

"It is a little risqué, darling," Molly tut-tutted.

Ginny fumed. She really didn't what was causing all this commotion. It wasn't as if media attention was anything new. The Quidditch Times had done a story on her when she'd been drafted for the Holyhead Harpies and there'd been an entire article in the Daily Prophet's style section just about her wedding robes. Hell, her mum had an entire box of Weasley and Potter centric interviews dating back to Harry's cover story in the Quibbler when he was fifteen and Molly's extensive collection wasn't even accounting for the seedy tabloids and gossip columns that claimed Ginny was pregnant about twice a year.

But God forbid Ginevra show some side boob in an artistic photoshoot for a women's magazine. If the world saw her A-cups, they may never recover.

"I don't zee what zee big deal iz," Fleur said, bouncing baby Dominique in her arms, "you zee much more on zee beaches in France." For once, Ginny was grateful for her sister-in-law's presence.

"I think it's...tasteful," Hermione said. Ron gave her a look. "But irregardless, you should be able to do whatever you want with your body," she said to Ginny.

"Thank you, Hermione," Ginny said. "I'm glad to see that at least someone in this family is supportive of me."

"I'm sorry if I don't want random blokes ogling a winking photograph of my baby sister!" Ron shot back.

"Oh please, spare me, Ronald. It's just a tit! Surely you've seen one in your lifetime. Harry sees mine everyday and he's never thrown any sort of fit about it."

Ron sputtered. "Harry, did you know about this?" he demanded. Eight sets of eyes turned to Harry, who was sitting on the living room floor, helping Teddy and Victoire build a castle out of floating blocks.

"Er..." Harry ran a hand through his hair nervously. "I think you look beautiful, Gin."

"Well said," Arthur interjected awkwardly, obviously wanting the conversation to drift away from debates about his only daughter's breasts. "Now, Molly, what's for dinner?"


A/N: Ginny's photoshoot was inspired by similar photos of Luca Hollestelle. I'm also on Tumblr (caucasianbuttslut).