It all started in my first year; although, I didn't really realize it at the time. The first time I saw him, we were in the Great Hall waiting to get sorted.
He was standing alone quietly, as was I. The boy was of average height and he was quite handsome, with dark brown hair, olive-colored skin and warm, yet piercing almost-black eyes.
When Professor McGonagall called upon Blaise Zabini, the boy that had caught my eye, walked towards the sorting hat. He walked proud, his face indifferent, yet his eyes sparkled with excitement.
He sat gracefully on the little stool, and the sorting hat was placed upon his head. I had read all about the different houses; and then, on the train, I was told little details that weren't in the books.
When the hat screamed: 'Slytherin', I couldn't help but think, that maybe that house wasn't as bad as everyone said. At least, I hoped.
When I became friends with Harry and Ron, I heard more stories and rumors of the Slytherin House. All common sense told me that it was a House of evil (there was enough proof), yet instinct told me different.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, the teachers decorated the school. It was breath-taking. There were unmelting icicles and small glowing fairies all over. All of the suits of armor wore Father Christmas hats and they were charmed to sing carols. And then, there was the mistletoe.
It was everywhere. And it was the magical kind. If anyone walked under the mistletoe, they were stuck until someone came along and kissed them.
I was taking a shortcut to the library, when suddenly I couldn't move. I was so focussed on getting to my destination, it took a few moments to realize the reason I couldn't move.
The shortcut that I took was an abandoned corridor, and with all the people I knew, no one used it. It was twenty minutes before anyone came along. It was Him. The One who I was so curious about. Blaise Zabini.
His eyes never left mine, as he slowly made his way towards me. Blaise set his bag on the floor and looked around.
"How long have you been here?" It was the first time I heard his voice, and it was pretty; soft and smooth, I would have loved to hear him sing.
When I told him, he seemed kind of thoughtful. "Do you want me to go and get someone, or would you mind---umm... prefer my help." Blaise blushed and looked down at his shoes.
He wasn't close enough to the mistletoe to be stuck with me, so he could've gone to ask someone for their help, but I was already embarrassed as it was. "Could you, I mean-- Would you help me?"
I could feel my face turn pink as he stepped forward. Blaise's lips were soft, and he tasted like vanilla. That first kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was perfect. We were released from the spell and we looked at each.
By an unspoken agreement, we both went our separate ways, without speaking one word. For the rest of that year, I couldn't look at him without turning a lovely shade of pink. And by the looks of it, he couldn't look at me without blushing either.
Well, this is my Christmas story for the year. Oh, and bare in mind that I wrote this almost a year ago. I hope you liked it. Yes, I do realize my title is extremely corny... but, I felt that it fit. Anyway, Merry Christmas! And to all the people who don't celebrate Christmas... Happy Holidays!