Pulling Pigtails
I hug my cloak tighter around my shoulders with one hand and with the other, I rummage around in my pockets for my cigarette's; Muggle brand, Marlboro Red.
It's been a few years since Harry Potter had destroyed the Dark Lord, leaving the Wizarding world in a great sense of peace and happiness. Of course, there were still those who attempt to better the deceased wizard; but that's what people like me are around for. In training Aurors; Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter were rumoured to have joined up too, they're they whole reason I had joined in the first place. I haven't been able to spot them yet to thank them.
I fumble with the packet; pushing the cancer stick past my lips and I light it.
I breathe deep, inhaling the taste fully before sighing it out, eyes closed to savour the horrible habit.
A great gust of wind blows through me, bringing the scent of mint and cinnamon with it.
'Look who it is,' an amused, husky voice reaches my ears and I open my eyes to see red hair and blue eyes. 'Draco Malfoy, I heard you were in the Ministry,' he smirks kindly at me and I return it as he leans against the wall beside me, our shoulders brushing together gently.
'Hey, Weasley, I heard the same thing about you and Potter,' I hold up my cigarette, offering it to him; he smirks and shakes his head.
'Didn't know you smoke.'
I shrug. 'Picked it up,' my eyes take him in; he hasn't changed much, got a bit taller, less freckles, nice body; but, he's always been fit –
'To be honest,' my eyes drag back up to his now blushing face. 'I knew you were in the Ministry… I've been kind of avoiding people, you know, to get my head around a few things.'
'Yeah? Like what?' I shiver and tug at my cloak again.
'Well, for one thing… you know how I hated your guts in school?' I nod. 'Well, according to Hermione – we broke up because of this, by the way – I was pulling pigtails.'
I blink. 'I don't think I understand,' I take another drag and he blushes more.
'Uh, it's what little kids – mostly boys – do… 'pull pigtails', to get attention… from people they – er – like… '
It's my turn to blush.
'Really?' he fidgets slightly. 'So, it's called pulling pigtails, huh?'
He shrugs. 'Something like that… '
'So?' he looks up. 'Were you pulling pigtails?' his ears turn pink and I flick the butt of my cigarette.
He mutters something and avoids my eyes; I smirk and wrap my fingers around his.
'Cause I was,' his eyes dart up to meet mine; his jaw dropping.
'You – me – I – what?' I laugh.
'Oh, by the way, thank-you, and thank Potter, too when you see him next… for saving me from Voldemort.'
I pull my fingers away from his and head back inside; leaving the smell of mint and cinnamon and confused mutterings behind.
Maybe I'll be able to do more than just pull Ronald Weasley's pigtails, now that we're older.
A/N
I've been kind of obsessing over Ronald lately if you couldn't tell by all the one-shots featuring him. XD
I used to pull pigtails when I was younger… what am I talking about? I still do pull pigtails. XD It's such an interesting style of flirting. =P Loads of fun.
Hope you guys like it! R&R please?