"Weasley, you son of a bitch," she snarls. Charlie Weasley has to be to most smug bastard she's ever met. "Do you mind telling me how you managed to get us into this mess?"
"Whatever do you mean, Dora?" He asks, looking innocently down at her. "I was just walking to the Kitchens, you got us stuck under the miseltoe."
"You practically dragged me underneath it!" She gives the miseltoe a glare here, as if she's placing the blame on it. Which she should, because the miseltoe won't let them go. Stupid miseltoe.
"I did not!" "You did s-" But that's really all she can manage, because Charlie's mouth in on hers, and why the hell is she kissing him back?!
He pulls away, smirking. "Not half bad, Dora," he says before he walks away, leaving her standing in the middle of the corridor, dumbstruck.
"CHARLIE WEASLEY, YOU BASTARD!" she calls after him. She's halfway sure she can hear his laughter as he walks away.