To The Fourth Black Sister :D Merry Christmas, everyone!
Narcissa Black had just gotten up from the bench on the Slytherin table where she had just finished enjoying the Hogwarts Christmas feast. She had barely made a move towards the exit to the Entrance Hall and found herself surrounded by male students of all years. But there weren't so many people staying for Christmas! Oh, yeah, when they all decide to crowd up around a single person, it seemed like the whole school was there.
Before she had time to wonder what in the name of Merlin was going on, someone yelled an excited a 'she's finally under the mistletoe' to another person. She was doomed. Oh, well…every present comes with strings, isn't that right? Being the most desired girl in school had its tricky parts.
Narcissa had a hard time fighting the boys away, slapping their hands off her and even hitting some of them with her elbow, but she finally managed to get to her Common Room, leaving her fans only to dream of her silky blond hair and mystical blue eyes.
But, no, not even when everyone was still at the Great Hall could she enjoy some peace and quiet. There, sitting on a couch, reading a book and looking extremely disinterested in it, was Lucius Malfoy, smirking at her arrival. She glared at him and made to go up to her dormitory, but had to stop due to a certain soft pale hand grabbing her arm at a strategic point of her path.
"You're under the mistletoe, you know."
"Shut up."
"No, you shut up," he kissed her red lips to make sure they would remain closed.
But open they were in less than a minute, and both their tongues were fiercely fighting for control over the other's. When she was lost among smoking, passionate kisses, satisfied moans and gasps and hands where they shouldn't be, instead of dirty idiotic schoolboys – as if Lucius wasn't one as well - , the mistletoe didn't seem to be such a bad thing.