This is hands down my least favourite of the bunch, which serves me right for writing a drabble in less than an hour, but I didn't really know what else to do with the prompt. I hope y'all enjoy it anyway. *laughs*

Round Three

Genre: Comedy

Prompt: A bad hair day

Word count: 1000 words.

Incendiary

Draco tapped his foot impatiently as he waited in line for Filch, The Moronic Squib Extraordinaire, to check each student's permission slips.

He frowned when he glanced up to the clock that stood sentinel over the courtyard. It was already eleven in the morning, and had been waiting far too long already. Draco had important things to do today.

"Crabbe, Goyle." He snapped, and the boys needed no more direction as they barged forward, making space for the three of them to move further up the queue. He sauntered behind them, smirking haughtily at the other students as he went past. The boys weren't the clearest remembralls in the cabinet, but at least they did the few tricks he'd taught them well.

"Watch it, Malfoy!" a feminine voice yelled, and the smirk almost fell from his lips when he whirled around to find Ginny Weasley returning to her spot in the line. He caught himself just in time, and instead raised a single brow at her. "How dare you tell me what to do, Weasley. Remember your place."

Weasley seemed amused by that remark. "Oh, but I do remember my place." She said in an uncharacteristically cool manner, then brushed him aside to resume her position in front of him. Other students seemed to hesitantly take their cue from her, and began to return to their places as though he, Draco Lucius Malfoy, didn't exist. Inconceivable.

He turned back to Crabbe and Goyle. "What are you waiting for?" Draco snapped.

They exchanged a blank look, and Draco wondered not for the first time why he bothered to keep the morons around. "Stop them. Now." He ordered through gritted teeth, and with a shrug the boys barreled forward once again.

The students who had slowly been returning to their spots jumped out of the way again, at least until Ginny Weasley whirled around, wand aimed straight at the trio, and Crabbe and Goyle stopped dead in their tracks. "Don't try to move me, or I'll hex all three of you into next week." She said as she lifted her chin, daring them to test her.

Draco briefly entertained the idea of marching straight up to the insolent girl and telling her exactly what she could do with her hexes, but instantly dashed the idea at the thought of being hit point-blank by a hot headed Weasley. Besides, he had a far more amusing plan.

"Don't listen to that filthy muggle-lover." He said imperiously, and Crabbe and Goyle charged forward once more, like the well-trained animals they were.

Ginny made an irritated noise and set about following through with her threat, and Draco smirked as he pulled out his wand. "Incendio capillatio!" He said, his smirk widening at Ginny's sudden shrieks.

"Malfoy!" She screamed, wide eyed as her hands grabbed at her hair - or rather, where her hair had been moments ago.

"My, Wealsey, you're rather splendid at doing justice to the term 'flaming ginger'." He remarked demurely as he regarded the glowing red flames dancing from her scalp.

"Y-you... you..." She blathered and he lifted his hand to his mouth in a mock-yawn before turning to Crabbe and Goyle, who were slowly rising from the ground.

"Let's go." He snapped, then pushed past Weasley and the other students who seemed to be too stunned to object.

He'd almost made it to Filch, and victory was in sight, when suddenly he was knocked to the ground with the force of a bludger.

"Fix it!" A voice yelled as bony fists reigned down on his back.

"Get her off me!" Draco yelled at his cronies as he tried to put his arms over his head and protect himself, but the hits kept on coming and she somehow managed to twist him onto his back. His head clanged against the cobblestones below when she grabbed his shoulders and shook him forcefully, and he tried to push her off of him to no avail. Her wand was pressed to his throat where his adam's apple bobbed nervously, and her nose was pressed against his she leant so close.

His face grew hot from the heat of the flames flickering above him. "Fix. It. Now." He heard her say, barely audible above the rushing in his ears.

Suddenly the heat vanished, and Ginny was lifted into the air.

"What is the meaning of this?" A voice said, and he turned his head to see McGonagall striding across the courtyard towards them, followed by a frantic looking Filch. Ginny kicked her legs in the air where Hagrid held her off the ground until she realised that her hair had been returned to his usual flaming brilliance. Her reaction was instantaneous as she stopped flailing about and plunged her hands amongst the loose curls with a relieved expression.

"In all my years at this school I have never seen such volatile behaviour, Miss Weasley." McGonagall continued, shooting the girl in question a piercing look.

Ginny in turn threw a venomous glare at Draco. "It was self defense." She said, clenching her fists.

McGonagall turned to Draco. "And Mr Malfoy, I had expected better from you than to play at such dangerous magic."

Draco quickly got to his feet, brushing the dirt from his robes. "Weasley was-"

"That's enough," McGonagall cut him off, and he fell silent with a scowl. "I don't want to hear another word from either of you about who started it."

She turned to Filch, who was now looking positively gleeful. "Argus, neither Mr Malfoy or Miss Weasley are to step foot outside the school grounds today, and they will be serving detention with you every Saturday until the next Hogsmeade weekend. Perhaps they'll have learnt to act like responsible adults by then."

"But-"

"No buts, Mr Malfoy. Whatever it was you had planned can wait."

Draco's jaw dropped, and he fixed Ginny with a seething glare. She'd ruined everything.

"You're going to regret this." He spat at her, before storming off.