Temper, Temper

Disclaimer: This disclaimer is for the entire story: I own none of it and I never will. Now I shall go cry.

Author's Note: Here it is, folks! The first chapter of my long-awaited Blaise/Ginny fic::cue dramatic music:: Ahem… anyway, hope you enjoy it. Updates probably won't be as frequent as Fairy Stone, but I'll try. Real life is a meddlesome thing, you know. Please review!

Chapter 1: The Bad-Tempered Pixie

"When are we going to start quidditch practice?" asked Blaise, pushing his empty plate away from him.

Draco finished chewing his mouthful of pancakes and swallowed before answering, "Within the next two weeks. I want to finish tweaking the schedule, make sure everyone can meet on the same nights."

Blaise smirked at his friend, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure it's not because Gryffindor should be starting up within the next two weeks and you just want to schedule our practices right after Potter's so you can insult him even more than usual?"

"Well, that's only a minor factor, an amusing one no less."

Blaise placed a mock serious look on his face, "Now, Draco. Being in our seventh year and all, don't you think it's time we put these petty rivalries aside?"

"Of course, mate! And when I've finished declaring myself Potty's new best friend, I'll have some fat frizzy-haired babies with mudblood Granger while I'm at it."

Blaise burst out laughing while Draco wore an amused smirk. His next sentence was interrupted as Ron Weasley came running into the Great Hall like a crazed troll was hot on his tail. Harry and Hermione, who were sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table, immediately jumped to their feet.

"Ron! What is it? What's the matter?" Hermione practically shrieked.

Ron was having a difficult time answering her though, seeing how he was bent over holding a stitch in his side. Harry looked as if he was ready to grab his wand and stepped forward, grasping his redheaded friend on the shoulder. "What is it, mate?"

Draco leaned across the table watching eagerly. Blaise was seated across from him and twisted around in his seat, also watching with interest.

"Maybe the Weasel-King has finally figured out how poor he actually is!" Draco snickered, earning a chuckle from his raven-haired companion.

Finally, able to stand upright once more Ron rushed up to Harry, grabbing the front of his uniformed shirt, practically begging, "Save me!"

"From what?" Harry asked in panic.

"RONALD WEASLEY!"

All eyes in the hall, which were previously fixed upon the famous Harry Potter and his sidekick, now whipped around towards the entrance of the hall.

There, small fists clenched at her sides and fiery red hair falling wildly around her shoulders, stood a very irate Ginny Weasley.

"I am going to kill you!" Ginny growled frighteningly, actually causing a few of the near by Hufflepuffs to shrink back into their seats.

"Oh! This just keeps getting better and better," Blaise whispered, eyes transfixed by the pixie-like girl standing before them.

Ron gave a frightened squeak before shoving Harry in front of him and looking out around his shoulder at his furious sister. Of course this was rather amusing to look upon, seeing as Ron towered over Harry by a good five inches and towered over his petite sister by almost a foot.

"Now, Ginny..." he said.

"Don't you 'now Ginny' me, you bloody prat!" Ginny hissed, making her way over to Harry, Hermione and her very intimidated brother, Ron.

Draco looked around the Great Hall quickly and had to stifle his laughter. All eyes were fixed firmly upon the Weasel siblings. Some students were even standing on their seats so they could get a better view. Even Colin Creevey was enraptured - snapping away on his bloody camera.

"Why don't we move a bit closer?" suggested Blaise.

"I don't think now is quite the time to be flinging insults at some Gryffs, Blaise. Not when weasel girl is in such a temper," replied Draco.

"Well, I am Head Boy, so I should intervene sooner or later."

Draco shot an evil smirk over at the Gryffindors before turning back to Blaise, "And seeing as I'm a prefect, I guess I should intervene as well."

Blaise nodded, rising to his feet, Draco did the same. Neither boy had their robes with them, the garments no longer being a daily requirement, so they straightened out their shirts—flicking away invisible lint—then made their way over to the scene.

Hermione stood up a bit straighter, puffing her chest out before demanding, "Ginny! Stop it this instant! You're a prefect and a sixth year for Merlin's sake!"

Ginny turned a mean glare to the girl. "Stick a quill in it, 'Mione! This is none of your business."

Hermione went red in the cheeks, her stance deflating, as she took a step back from the shorter girl.

Harry, being the hero that he is, stepped up, holding his hands up to Ginny in a "surrender" fashion. "Now listen Gin, I'm sure whatever he did, Ron didn't mean to make you angry."

Color rising in her cheeks, Ginny stomped her foot, pointing an accusatory finger at her brother. "He bloody well threatened to kill Seamus for asking me out to Hogsmeade!"

Ron of course, chose that moment to open his moronic mouth in defense of himself, "Well it's not like Seamus is the first bloke I've threatened for asking you out, Ginny! Stop making such a fuss about it!"

"Not the first bloke...what do you mean not the first bloke!" Ginny sputtered. Her eyes widened in realization before she gave a shriek of fury and pulled out her wand, aiming it at Ron.

"Ginny! Put your wand away!" Harry cried, starting to look frightened of the redheaded girl.

By now, Blaise and Draco had sidled up to the amusing spectacle, earning front row seats. They were only a few feet behind Ginny but no one was paying them any attention.

"I have to say, even though I'm Head Boy I'm still a Slytherin and I really wouldn't mind seeing weasel girl hex her own brother!" snickered Blaise, watching on in delight.

"Yes, well, like we said: we'll intervene sooner or later," smirked Draco.

Ginny took a menacing step towards her brother and in turn towards Harry.

"Move out of my way, Harry!" she growled. Harry put on a brave face, crossing his arms defiantly over his chest. "I mean it, Potter! Voldemort has nothing on me, now get out of my way!"

Harry stood, staring at Ginny for a moment, his brave face faltering, before turning to look at his best friend. "Sorry, mate. I think this is a family matter." He quickly moved away, a helpless frown on his face, while Ron stared after him in horror.

"Some best friend you are!" the redhead cried. Harry just shrugged his shoulders, looking regretful. Ron's attention was brought back to the girl before him as she took yet another step towards him, wand held firmly in her hand. "Now, Ginny. My darling, darling sister... who's your favorite brother?"

"Charlie," Ginny answered without missing a beat. Ron quickly paled, his freckles standing out almost grotesquely upon his face. "If you want to act like a rat, dearest brother, then I think you should look the part." Ginny grinned evilly, raising her wand towards her brother's face.

Seeing as the weasel girl was about to hex her brother into an actual rodent, Blaise decided to step forward, Draco by his side. He could just imagine the verbal thrashing he would get from McGonagall if she found out Blaise stood by and did nothing while a student hexed another student. "Alright weasel girl, as much as I'm enjoying the show, it's time for the closing of the curtain," the handsome Head Boy spoke up.

Ginny spun around at the sound of Blaise's voice and Ron gave a shaky sigh of relief. "Bugger off, Zabini!" Ginny growled at the Slytherin.

"Honestly, pet. What kind of Head Boy would I be if I stood by and let you hex your pathetic brother?" said Blaise, giving her a charming smile.

"Hey!" cried Ron, insulted.

"Are you slow on the uptake, Zabini? I said BUGGER OFF!" sneered Ginny, turning around to face her brother and raising her wand once more.

Blaise gave an annoyed sigh before walking over to the youngest Weasley and snatching the wand from her hand.

Ginny spun around, rushing towards Blaise and trying to grab her wand back. Smirking in amusement, he held the wand well over her head and well out of her reach. Giving another growl at not being able to reach her wand, Ginny did the next best thing. She kicked Zabini in the shin.

Blaise gave a yelp of pain and grabbed his leg, hopping around cursing the redhead.

Draco tried unsuccessfully to hide his laughter at the girl's antics. Watching her throw Blaise's smirk back at him, Draco was able to summon her wand, which his fellow Slytherin had dropped when he was… ahem...injured.

Her attention waning on the hopping Head Boy, Ginny went to pick up her wand where she had seen it fall not a moment before, only to stare at the bare stone floor.

"Looking for this?" Draco mocked, holding Ginny's wand in his hand.

Ginny stomped her foot before screaming, "What is it with you meddlesome Slytherins? Give me my bloody wand, you wanker!"

Draco's smirk widened, "As a meddlesome Slytherin prefect, it's my duty to make sure no harm comes upon the students of Hogwarts and I feel that by giving you back possession of your wand harm would definitely befall the Weasel-King over there."

Ginny gave a shriek of frustration and would have dove at the snarky ferret if Blaise didn't hop in her way. Feeling a hand drop on her shoulder, Ginny, knowing who it was, closed her eyes and began silently counting to ten.

"Ginny, you're acting just a little immature," Ron said, trying to sound like the wise-older-brother-type.

Ginny's eyes popped open at the same time she repeated his words, "Immature?" Ron's hand immediately fell away from her shoulder as Ginny tensed.

Suddenly, before anyone realized what she was doing, Ginny spun around and struck out at her older brother, punching him in the nose.

"AH! Bwoody hell! I tink you bwoke ma nose!" Ron hollered, falling to the floor.

"Oh I'm so sorry! How very immature of me!" Ginny hissed. "I'm sick of you always sticking that huge freckled nose of yours into my business!"

"What is the meaning of this?" bellowed a new voice. Everyone spun around to see a very angry and very red in the face Professor Snape standing in the doorway of the Great Hall.

"Don't worry professor, I have things under control!" Blaise spoke up, still rubbing his pained shin. He was almost positive he would have a bruise in the morning.

Snape raised an oily eyebrow. "Maybe, Mister Zabini, I would believe that if I hadn't witnessed you, just a moment ago, hopping around like some idiotic Hufflepuff!"

Blaise scowled at his Head of House, folding his arms across his chest and pouting petulantly.

Snape turned to Ginny and Ron. "What is going on here?"

"She bwoke ma nose!" sputtered Ron, holding a hand up to his bloody face and pointing fervently at Ginny with the other.

Snape turned his icy glare to Ginny. "Is this true, Miss Weasley?"

Giving her brother another glare for being a tattle-tale, Ginny turned back to her potions master, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. "He deserved it."

"Be that as it may, Miss Weasley, violence is not acceptable." Snape turned an icy glower to Ron, "No matter how deserving the individual may be." He turned back to Ginny with a dark sneer. "Of course I would expect no less from a bunch of Gryffindors! Fifty points from Gryffindor and you have a week's worth of detention with me, starting tonight!" Snape gave one last sneer at the surrounding students before storming from the hall, black robes billowing out behind him.

"Well, this has been the most amusing morning I've had in a while," chirped Blaise, reaching for Ginny's wand that Draco was holding out to him.

Hermione gave him an annoyed glare before turning to Ron and helping him to his feet. "Come on, Harry. Let's take Ron to see Madame Pomfrey." Harry nodded, helping a whiny Ron out of the Great Hall, Hermione's voice lecturing them the whole time.

"That was quite a punch you threw, carrot top," said Draco, smirking at the feisty Gryffindor.

"Bite me, you git!" Ginny said before turning to Blaise and sticking her hand out for her wand.

Blaise smirked down at her, holding her wand just out of her reach. "I think you should apologize to Draco for such vulgar language and then apologize to me for bruising my shin."

"And I think you should also bite me," replied Ginny.

"No apology, no wand."

"Well, I could always..." started Ginny.

"Always what?"

Blaise's smirk vanished as he gave a shout of pain. Ginny had kicked him - this time in the other shin. Blaise hopped around cursing. Finally losing his balance he toppled over. Ginny smiled sweetly down at him before retrieving her wand. "Why thank you, Zabini. I must say, you make a brilliant Head Boy! Cheers!" she sang before skipping out of the Great Hall.

Blaise stared after her, a dark scowl fixed on his face.

Draco smirked down at his friend, "Well, you have to admit, she's a feisty one."

Blaise looked up to his friend before a smile quirked at the corner of his lips.

"Feisty or no, I think we'll be watching over weasel girl's detentions this week."