AN: This is a short one-shot between McGonagall and Draco. I have been asked to do a Christmas themed story. I have also been asked to do a McGonagall/ Draco fanfiction. So I thought I would knock out two birds with one stone. Here is, A Yule-tide Mishap.
It was that time of year at Hogwarts. Christmas was just around the corner and even Professor McGonagall was in a festive mood. She was walking down the North Corridor, when she accidentally bumped into Draco Malfoy. "Watch were you are going, Draco." She said, with a smile. "Sorry, Professor. Uh oh." Draco said looking up at the stern woman. "What is the matter, Draco?" She asked, in all seriousness. "Look up, Professor." The blond boy said with a gulp. So, the professor looked up, and there was mistletoe above her head. "No." She said, and looked down silently cursing herself. I should have known she thought to herself. Then things got dramatically worse from there. "Hey! Draco's got McGonagall under the mistletoe." One girl said. Everyone gathered around the two at hearing that Draco had to kiss McGonagall. Then Snape joined in. "Come on, Minnie. You got to, it's yule-tide rules. Don't disappoint Draco, after all it is his first kiss, with a professor." He chimed, with an evil grin. She blushed, and by now the entire school surrounded the two. "Professor, don't do it!" Hermione shouted, disgusted. Draco then, blushed and swept the blushing beauty into a kiss. She didn't know what to do. She was shocked for a brief moment, but closed her eyes and kissed back. There were gasps in the crowd, and it made McGonagall smile. Snapes jaw dropped to the floor, and Hermione had the same reaction. They pulled away, and continued to blush. "Well, boy, how was it?" Snape laughed, which was odd for the grim professor. "Professor McGonagall… I have the pleasure to say, you have been the best snog I've ever endured." He smiled. "Well, you were… excellent as well, Draco." She smiled. Every one thought little of this kiss, but things erupted when the year after his graduation, on Christmas, nonetheless he got down on one knee and proposed. "Professor Minerva McGonagall, will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?" He asked, hopeful. He was dining with the school in the grand hall, along with everyone else. There were gasps in the crowd and Albus' mouth dropped. "Yes." She said, and he swept her into a kiss. They were married New Years Day, at exactly midnight, and everyone cheered. After the mother son dance, and the just hitched dance, Ron approached Minerva. "May I have this dance? For old times sake." He said smiling, and she took his hand. "Remember, put your right hand—" She started smiling. "On your waist, I remember." He finished. They danced, and Draco and Minerva lived a happy marriage.