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Enchanted Mistletoe.
It had all happened when she had gotten caught under an enchanted mistletoe.
Tonks had been walking back from the bathroom when she had tripped over that bloody umbrella stand which always managed to get in her way. She had sworn, stumbled and collided with the floor. She stayed sprawled on her back with her eyes closed for a minute, grateful that no-one had seen her fall. It was when she opened her eyes did she finally notice it, the mistletoe placed as high as the eye could see.
She'd bet a dozen galleons that it was Fred and George who had done this, probably in the hopes of catching Harry and Ron beneath it. However, due to extreme bad luck, she had tripped beneath it without anyone beside her. And now, she had the embarrassing task of waiting for someone to pass and kiss her, even if it was just a little kiss.
Though, the odds of someone to pass within the hour were slim. Everybody was stuck in the kitchen in an Order meeting where she should have been. She certainly wasn't game enough to call out for the twins to come help her, let alone all the other teenagers. And so, Tonks sat up and waited.
She reached into her pocket to grab her wand, briefly wondering if she could do something small to tell Charlie to help her. However, when she tried, it seemed that the twins managed to disable the use of all spells. Buggeration.
It was roughly forty minutes into extreme boredom when the kitchen door creaked open. Tonks looked up in hope that it wasn't Mundungus Fletcher... it turned out to be Snape. He never had liked her, especially in Hogwarts. Weren't people supposed to get more mature when they grew older? Surely he'd be old enough now to forget her blowing up his classroom.
"Wotcher, Sevviekins!"
That probably wasn't the best thing to say. He was now glaring at her. She sent him a smile she hoped was alluring. Apparently not. Well, she could always turn her hair greasy for him - either that, or very dry. She could even transform her nose to look like his.
"Did you just call me 'Sevviekins'?" Snape drawled, lip curling up in contempt.
Tonks cleared her throat and attempted to look as innocent as possible. "No, sir. Certainly not." The sarcasm that leaked through her words probably wasn't the best thing to happen.
Severus continued to stare at her in dislike before he went to speak, "Because if you did..."
Tonks blocked him out for the most part, thinking about ways to kill herself. Pillows were always a good option. She didn't even realise she had spoke as she blurted out, "Kiss me!"
"I beg your pardon? I think not," Snape sneered before he swept down the hall, black robes billowing out after him.
"Tonks?" a confused voice sounded behind her.
She turned her head to see Remus. She grinned brightly, "Remus! Care to help a good mate out?"
"Why... how?"
Tonks pointed upwards to the mistletoe.
"Oh. Is that why you wanted Severus to kiss you then?" Remus sounded amused.
"I had no choice," Tonks objected, still grinning. "So, help me?"
Remus looked uncomfortable. "Sirius would kill me."
"Sirius won't know," Tonks returned easily. "Are you really going to leave me standing here all day?"
"You're sitting."
"Touche."
Remus shook his head as he stepped towards her, trapping himself as well. "I doubt you know what that word means," he chuckled before he leaned in and swept his lips over hers in a chaste kiss.
This is the best bloody Christmas ever.
