A/N: Slightly late, but here you go! Not especially related to the prompt, but ah well.
Prompt #3: 7/11/17
347 words, according to Google docs.
Ginerva Weasley was not like her brothers. Well, at least not like the Weasel in Draco's year. He didn't really know about the other twenty-three. She was just different. And that's what made her interesting.
He noticed her when her bright red hair whipped him in the face during breakfast - a decidedly unpleasant wake-up call.
Ah, who was he kidding? It was pleasant, to say the least. Her hair smelled like cinnamon - like her freckles, he thought distractedly. The sun reflected off the crimson strands, gold highlights appearing every-so-often. The color was beautiful (although he would rather die than admit it), its brilliant hue standing out among the crowd. It was soft too, almost gliding against his cheek as she walked by. She threw a cheeky grin over her shoulder, as if knowing what he was thinking.
He plastered a sneer on to his face, staring at Weasley's retreating back. Had to keep up appearances, after all. Pansy, who was sitting next to him, was looking at her too.
"Bint," she muttered, although not unkindly. Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "What?" she snapped defensively. Draco sighed, shaking his head.
"Nothing." His eyes were drawn once again to Weasley's hair, which was now taunting him as she sat at the Gryffindor table. Come and get me, it seemed to say. If you dare.
"Not yet," he muttered darkly. "Not yet." He forced himself to concentrate on his food once more.
"ARGHHHH!" He exploded for the third time that day as Weasley's hair insisted on making brief, torturous contact with his face. He whirled around in his seat, nearly knocking his books off the table in the process. Another grin. "Ta, ferret!"
He did not just notice how her shapely behind swayed with her hair.
"Ughhhh…" He buried his head in his arms, which currently resided on the library table. He was growing soft - ogling at a Weasley! It was positively mortifying. There were so many other shapely behinds in the castle - why her?
He had no idea, but it definitely had something to do with the hair.