She had this hair.
Just tons of it.
It swished from side to side as she walked, curls swinging over her shoulder and between her shoulder blades. Sometimes she pinned it up into a bun, and no matter how many pins she used or how carefully she put it up, a few loose curls would escape to frame her face like a halo on fire. Sometimes she wove it into a thick, heavy braid, which hung down to between her shoulder blades and always came undone within the hour she plaited it. But most days she wore it loose and flowing around her shoulders.
It spiraled into these wild ringlets, masses of scarlet silk curling down her back like a shower of flames. Hints of gold flickered in it like gleaming coins winking from out of in a fire and it shimmered.
It shimmered.
Dark roots of deep crimson lightened into shades of scarlet and strawberry, gold and amber strands mixing into it until it looked like a maelstrom of gorgeous tints and hues. They spun themselves into twisting tendrils of flaming gold and danced down past her slender shoulders to the small of her back.
Draco Malfoy was quite certain that Ginny Weasley had the most incredible hair the world had ever seen.
