I decided to stretch my writing legs a bit. Snippet, for Christmas. This is a little one-shot involving our favorite book-worm and someone she wasn't expecting to kiss under the mistletoe. Yes there are differences from DH. I know I am a brat, but I cannot stand it that certain people that didn't live through to the end.
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The Burrow was loud and obnoxious at this time of year. Fred and George were hollering about, Ron and Harry were drinking firewhiskey and Ginny was sitting next to Hermione, who had a book in her hand. Hermione did go back to Hogwarts for her final year so she was enjoying the mundane tasks that were taken from her last year. It felt like it had been decades since she could smile for everything that haunted her.
"Mione, please tell me we are going to enjoy this time away from studies?" She groaned at the woman with her nose in a book.
Hermione shifted her gaze on the redhead who took time away from her boyfriend to sit with her. "What would you like to do? Sit and stare at Harry all night?" Hermione retorted with a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Better than making eyes at Ron," she retorted and Hermione flushed.
Truth was Ron was about as intelligent as a nail and for a small sliver of time she thought different. "Let's go," the witch growled to Ginny.
Ginny rushed out through the hallway leading to the kitchen and Hermione followed begrudgingly. Remus was coming in the door at the time and they met each other under the arch. He smiled at her and her cheeks reddened. Her former professor smelt of earth and fresh air; things that she missed when he was gone. His eyes were full of mirth even though tidings had been sad. The wizard was left with a newborn and no wife. Hermione's heart went out for him.
"Happy Christmas, Hermione." He uttered and tried to move away from the arch.
Fear gripped her as she struggled to move but to no avail. Hermione for a split second thought back for a spell that would release them before Fred and George chortled. Remus was blushing by the time she realized what exactly held them captive; bloody hell, it was a mistletoe.
"Oh, well-um I suppose then?" Remus sputtered and Hermione turned scarlet.
She sighed deeply and nodded. "We will never hear the end of this one," she told him and he agreed.
He took her cheeks in his strong hands and right before his lips brushed hers, she licked them despite her trepidation. His lips were soft and gentle which only made Hermione fall into the kiss. Touching the tip of his lips with her tongue he welcomed the taste of her foreign flavor when his returned the kindness.
When they pulled away Hermione bite her lip and took off after a very giggly Ginny. The young men looked at the older wizard with curiosity and envy. How did he get Hermione Granger to blush so deeply?
"I may be a werewolf but I am still a marauder, gentlemen." Remus retorted to their silent questions.
They all went into an upheaval of laughter and merriment, but the werewolf looked down the hallway. Hoping, maybe just maybe he might have a happy Christmas after all.