Hello there dear readers! So this little idea popped into my head: What if Hermione was forced into kissing a bunch of different guys by magical mistletoe? I believe, due to her character, it would be incredibly frustrating as situations got more and more ridiculous. Each chapter will be a different boy and suggestions for a specific male are welcome. Critiques are swell as well plus any errors I and my friend overlooked. :) enjoy!

First kiss, a photo, and that blasted mistletoe

There were thirteen days until Christmas, thirteen days of holiday themed madness for Hermione Granger to get through before her mind could focus solely on her studies again. She had so many things to do! A trip down to Hogsmeade was in order to buy presents, and Harry absolutely needed help with his transfiguration essay... And she hadn't finished knitting Dobby a hat yet! Oh, she couldn't leave for the Burrow without doing that! The bushy haired Gryffindor plowed through the corridor, barely acknowledging the portrait of the Fat Lady and if you had asked her five minutes later, she wouldn't have even remembered uttering the password, Bowtruffles.

6th year was really quite stressful for Ms. Granger, though it was only recently that it was starting to show. Between trying to get over her ridiculous crush on Ron, tutoring a few first and second years AND try to out-mark Harry in potions (Really, how on Earth was that boy getting higher marks than her?), she had no free time. Hermione felt like she had been reduced to a frizzy-haired, bookworm bumble-bee, buzzing around Hogwarts castle.

The Gryffindor Common Room was a flurry of red and gold activity. it was no wonder that Hermione wouldn't have noticed Colin Creevey lying on the ground, taking photos of who knows what. "Oh!" Her foot collided with his stomach and she fell head first into the carpet, dragging Colin a foot or two along.

"Oh gosh, I'm sorry Hermione!" The bashful 5th year scrambled to get himself into a standing position as she struggled to get a grip on what just happened. Brown eyes blinked once. Twice. How'd she end up on the floor? Colin, ever the gentleman, reached down and softly pulled Hermione up. She murmured her thanks, and flashed him a small grin. Colin could tell that the female third of the Golden Trio was a bit preoccupied with her thoughts, and he just nodded back. He would have turned and walked back to his former position, if it weren't for the fact that his feet seemed to be glued to the spot. "Oh no."

Her eyes widened and she attempted to lift a foot. No luck. They locked eyes, and Hermione wondered when Colin had gotten so tall. He actually had to look down his nose at her. Together they looked upwards at the ceiling.

Blasted magical mistletoe!

Colin sighed and ran a hand through his sandy hair. "Seems to be of the magical sort... I... well, if you don't want to kiss a 5th year I'd understand. I could get one of my mates to try and charm it away or something..." Hermione bit her lip. He was too bashful for his own good. And it was a common fact that absolutely nothing could get rid of magical mistletoe except what it wanted: a kiss.
"It's fine, Colin. But let's make it quick, I've got an essay to finish."
He gulped. He'd never actually kissed anyone before.

"Uhm-"

Hermione didn't even let the boy start a sentence before tilting his chin toward her and brushing her lips with his. Satisfied that the mistletoe would deem it sufficient, she broke away and took a step back.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He was frozen to the spot, eyes as wide as saucers. How adorable.

"Uh, nope. Not at all." Hermione took a step back and turned towards the girls dormitories, leaving him standing in the middle of the room. By the time he came to his senses she was almost at the top of the stairs. Fumbling for his camera, Colin brought it up to his face and snapped a photo of his first kiss disappearing out of view with an echoing 'Click.'