Hermione Granger was lecturing,
As she did this time every year.
"You boys need to study!
Finals are almost here!"
But when she turned her back,
The boys snuck away.
They had a dirty secret,
But secret it wouldn't stay.
"Ron, someone could see us!"
Harry giggled as they kissed.
"No one will see,
Besides, we won't be missed!"
So the boys went on kissing.
Ron pushing a little too far,
Harry pushed him off,
Mumbling about his scar.
They should've locked the door,
But in their haste didn't bother.
So as they were about to leave,
"Going somewhere, Potter?"
There stood Professor Snape,
Mad as an be.
"Yes, actually, Professor,
We were just about to leave."
"Stay right where you are,
If you don't want to be expelled.
Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley,
I'm getting McGonagall!"
With that, Snape left,
Scowling as he did.
"There he goes again!
Treating me like a kid!"
"Oh, Harry," Ron sighed,
Trying to scoop the boy into his arms,
"Snape will come around,
Everyone falls for your charm!"
"We've really done it now,
Don't you see it, Ron!
This isn't a joke!
All hope is gone!
"They'll all find out,
Malfoy, Parkinson, Nott.
We'll be outcasts!
Laughing stocks!
"Hermione will never forgive us,
'The Daily Prophet' will never leave me alone!"
Snape entered the room with,
"Yes, Potter will fall from his throne."
Both heads snapped up
To the door with hurry.
There stood Snape and McGonagall,
Her face red with fury.
"What is this I hear?
Of you two!
Shagging in public!
What is wrong with you?"
McGonagall spat,
Wagging her finger at each boy.
Neither teacher noticed,
A sneaky, Slytherin Malfoy.
Draco watched as the boys
Got a lecture and detention,
All the while plotting
On how to get Potter's attention.
It shouldn't take much,
To steal him from a Weasley.
With all that red hair,
His job should be easy.
A few days later,
Draco was lying in wait,
Potter would come any minute,
And this was fate.
The mistletoe was rigged,
Draco couldn't miss.
This was tradition,
All he had to do was kiss.
There was Potter at last,
Coming down the hall,
He was almost to the spot,
Now Draco had to stall.
"Oi! Potter! Right here!"
Draco licked his lips as he paused.
"Christmas is coming,
Do you believe in Santa Clause?"
"Do I believe in Santa?
At this age?"
Potter stopped,
Looking red with rage.
"That is what I asked,
Or can you not hear?"
Draco was getting antsy,
Waiting for mistletoe to appear.
He waited and waited,
And finally it was there,
Right over that mop,
The Gryffindor calls hair.
So Draco leaned in,
And Harry stood his ground.
Their lips pressed together,
Until both heard a sound.
There was Ron Weasley,
His hair as red as his face.
Draco thought to himself,
"Maybe this wasn't the place."
"Ron, it's not what it looks like!"
"Yes it very much was!"
"Stay out of this Malfoy!"
The two boys said as one.
"I knew you liked him Harry!"
"I do not, Ron!"
"That's why you called out his name!"
Now Draco had won.
Draco backed away,
Content with his win.
He'd leave them alone,
Until he wanted to play again.