A/N – Just something that popped into my head...sorry if the plot line is similar to other stories; there are lots like this. It's a two-shot, and the chapters will still be very short. Book six and book seven are disregarded. Hope you can review!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter.

Chapter 1

Hermione was running through the corridors, late for Transfiguration. She had a big project due, and Hermione had fallen asleep in the common room the night before, practicing.

She was angry at herself for oversleeping, wondering why no one had woken her up, and was cursing McGonagall for giving them a project so close to Christmas, that she wasn't even watching where she was going when she smacked right into someone.

Hermione was knocked backwards to the floor, and her books went flying out of her hands. She gathered them up quickly and stood up, quite red in the face.

"I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking-" she said, flustered, gazing up into the face of the person she'd run into.

Hermione was shocked when she found herself face to face with her long-term enemy.

"Malfoy," she whispered angrily.

"My, my, Granger," he drawled, staring at her embarrassed face, with a satisfied look upon his pale face. "Late for class, are you?"

"Oh, get out of my way," Hermione snarled; she didn't have time for this. She pushed him back, but it was as if there was an invisible wall behind him; he hit something solid and rebounded forward, coming even closer than he was before.

Alarmed, she tried to step around him, but ran into a solid object which she could not see. Panicking slightly, she felt all around her.

Coming into contact with something on all sides of her, Hermione thought she might be going insane. It seemed that she and Draco were trapped in an invisible box.

"Granger, what the bloody hell is happening?" Draco snapped.

Hermione was at loss for words; she'd never heard of something like this. She looked around and saw that they were all alone in the corridor; everyone else was in class.

Trying to find some way out, she glanced up, focusing on a branch of holly with some white berries. Gasping, it hit her: mistletoe.

Groaning, she leaned on the invisible wall and slid down it, burying her face in her hands.

"Granger, what is it?" came Draco's voice from somewhere above her. She didn't answer, and a foot connected with her leg.

"Granger," his voice was more demanding. "What is it?"

"Enchanted mistletoe," was her muffled reply. Finally Hermione looked up into his bewildered face.

"Enchanted mistletoe," she repeated. "When two people, a boy and a girl, meet under it by chance, they are encased in an invisible box, until-"

"They kiss," Draco finished, guessing the rest, looking put out. He seemed to realize what he had just said and took a step backwards. "Hell no!"

"Malfoy, do you think I want to either?" Hermione snapped, angry at his naivety. "Trust me, you're the last person I'd want to- oh, Professor! Professor Sprout!" she yelled across the corridor to the stout Professor who was hurrying off to her class.

Sprout paused and looked back, seeing the two of them.

"Please!" Hermione added urgently. "We need your help!"

Annoyed, Sprout came over to them.

"Yes, Miss Granger? What was so important that you had to yell at me from across the hall? Oh, and please make it quick, I have a class," Sprout said, a touch of impatience in her voice.

Hermione decided to get straight to the point. "Malfoy and I are stuck in this invisible box because of the enchanted mistletoe, but there has to be some way out; we can't kiss, I really don't want to, and..." Hermione trailed off, looking pleadingly at the Professor. "Please," she added.

Sprout looked confused for a moment, and then smiled. "Ah, enchanted mistletoe. There are only two branches in Hogwarts, I believe! How unfortunate that the two of you are stuck..."

"Well can you help us then?" Draco butted in rudely. "I have places to be, and frankly, I don't want to kiss this mudblood."

"Language, Mr Malfoy," Sprout reprimanded him sternly. "There is nothing I can do."

"What?" Hermione's mouth dropped open in horror.

"There is nothing I can do," Sprout repeated. "Or nothing that can be done, actually. This is good magic...not deep, not powerful, but very strong. No spell will undo this; I believe it was cast by Dumbledore himself. It is meant for one reason only, and you will not be free until it is completed."

She looked at the two of them; Hermione who was so white, she looked like she was about to faint, and Draco, who looked like he was being forced to stare at something particularly nasty. A look of sympathy crossed her face.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. Good luck." With no more words, she turned on her heel and left.

"Wait!" Hermione called out desperately, convinced it could not be that simple, yet so complicated. Yet Professor Sprout did not look back.

Hermione turned to Draco, a look of determination on her face.

A/N – Yes, it was short, but it's supposed to be! The next and final chapter will be up soon, I have it all written out. Reviews are greatly appreciated!