A/N: This is another collection of drabbles from yours truly. These probably won't be interconnected, but they will all feature my OT3 – Draco/Ginny/Blaise. Written for the OT3 Boot Camp Challenge on HPFC. Even though I absolutely love that threesome, I have actually never written them, so this is a bit out of my comfort zone. Constructive feedback would be much appreciated!
Fire
If there was one thing that was noticeable about Ginny Weasley, it was the colour of her hair.
All of the Weasleys were redheaded, of course, but hers was just a little different. Her hair wasn't orangey-red or coppery-red. It wasn't a shade that one normally saw. No, it was the colour of fire.
They both liked to make fun of her for having the Weasley-red hair, for being poor, and for being a blood traitor, Muggle-loving Gryffindor, but there was no denying that something about Ginny Weasley was simply enticing. She was different from the rest of them; stupidly brave and hot-headed, to be sure, but she was also passionate, good-natured, and loyal. Try as they might, neither Slytherin boy could help but notice the girl.
But of course they could never admit the reasoning for their fixation aloud, not that they respected her or held her in high regard. And they absolutely could never acknowledge that she was pretty.
The darker boy tripped her in the hall, causing her to fall nose-first into the book she had been reading. The lighter boy snickered as he watched the display.
Both boys fell silent as she stood up, rounding on them.
"What the hell?" Ginny demanded, poking Blaise in the chest with her index finger. "Could the two of you be more immature?" She poked Draco next. "Honestly, find a hobby. Go touch yourselves in the boys' lavatory for all I care, but stop being so bloody childish."
She picked up her book and stalked away, huffing haughtily and leaving two stunned Slytherins in her wake.
One thing that could be said for little Ginny Weasley was that her hair was the colour of fire, and her personality was equally matched.