It's a little late for a Christmas story, I know. But I wrote it months ago and finally decided to post it.
"I can't believe you're dragging me to this stupid party, Harry," Hermione grumbled as she struggled to pull on her boots. "You know I like spending Christmas Eve at home with the television."
"It's time you meet someone new, Hermione. Your television can't be your boyfriend forever," he sighed.
"With those great holiday movies? It can certainly try!"
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The party was a hustle and bustle of old classmates and ugly Christmas sweaters. Hermione hated it. Socialising had never been her strong point and it seemed like every female in the room was wearing some version of a slutty Santa dress. Perhaps the blue she was wearing was not the best choice.
Harry soon left her to find Ginny, and she was left alone in the middle of too many people she did not wish to see. It was too late that she realised Harry had left her under mistletoe, for someone had already approached her with a smirk on his face.
"Nice mistletoe you're standing under, Granger."
"Fuck the mistletoe, Malfoy. You're not kissing me."
He grinned. "Would you really defy tradition on Christmas Eve?"
She rolled her eyes.
"Just one kiss, it won't hurt."
She scowled at him before quickly reaching up and pecking him on the lips, then took a generous step away from both the man and the wreath.
He simply took a step forward. "You know, I'm sure you don't really like these parties. Do you wanna go back to my place and watch Christmas movies?"
Hermione looked around her and back at Malfoy. Seven years they'd been friends since the war, and she still found his kindness a little strange. But compared to the shithole she was in right now, he was the better option. So, she shrugged and said, "Sure."