Disclaimer: I don't own it and you don't either, otherwise we wouldn't be here.

AN: Yay! My first chapter fic! It has a plot and everything. That's actually kind-of scary, considering I'm the one who wrote it…There are a lot of fics on this site where magical mistletoe is mistletoe that two people have to kiss under so I thought I'd do something different (but with my luck this has also been done a million times before.)

"It's foolproof," Fred said, grinning like a maniac.

George was doing the same.

"Thank Merlin," Ginny said, eyeing the two of them.

"But…what does magical mistletoe do?" Harry said. "Force whoever's caught under it to kiss?"

"Of course not, how unromantic!" Ginny said.

"Not to mention unembarrassing," Fred said. "If you HAVE to kiss, it's awkward, sure, but you can blame the mistletoe and continue to hide any secret burning passions you may or may not have. And there's also too much of a chance that you'll be too mortified to ever look at each other again, which isn't exactly the result we're looking for."

"Other than the fact that unembarrassing isn't a word, Fred is right," Ginny said. "If that was what magical mistletoe did it would be too risky to use and of no help to us at all. No, what magical mistletoe does is call the two people in the room who want to kiss each other most. They're drawn to it, they can't help it."

"Yeah, so you and Ginny should stay out of the room to be on the safe side," George said. "Why don't you take a nice moonlit stroll, instead?"

He waggled his eye brows suggestively.

Harry felt heat rising in his cheeks. Ginny glared at her brother looking a bit pink herself. Voldemort may have been gone but the two of them still weren't sure where they stood, yet…

"All we have to do," Fred said, "is plant it and watch the show. They'll both wander over to it and then realize what it is and what it means. All their feelings will have to come out. And…we'll be able to blackmail them for the rest of their lives."

"But don't you think this is a little…unethical?" Harry said, and they all turned to look at him. "And I mean other than just the blackmail part. Don't you think that maybe we should just let them work out there issues for themselves?"

The three siblings stared at him.

"Of course we should," Fred said, as if it were obvious.

"But that doesn't mean we're going to," George said.

"Harry, it's for their own good," Ginny said. "Just look at what happened last year. Their relationship can't take too much more strain. If we leave them alone they might get their act together eventually, but they might also do something stupid and lose this chance forever."

Harry hesitated, then nodded, "Let's do this."

Little did they know someone was listening to their every word. And when they hung the mistletoe this person was one step behind them. Waiting and watching with gears turning in his own head, and a wand burning a hole in his pocket…

Hermione felt odd. She'd been feeling odd all night. Sort of…dreamy, like…she didn't know. Maybe the twins had spiked the punch…

She made her way through dance floor, not really sure where she was going, and why she couldn't get a certain face out of her head…and the face was out of her head, for the simple reason that he was right in front of her own face. How had they come so close to colliding without noticing? And then she saw it.

Right between then, a sprig of mistletoe. And not just any mistletoe, she'd read about that warm, golden glow in books…that was…and that meant…and he must know, too…she felt sick. They made eye contact. He looked just as terrified as she did.

"Look whose under the mistletoe!" came a familiar voice.

She looked up to see the twins grinning at her. Now everyone was staring. It was a celebration party, Voldemort was finally gone and it seemed almost everyone they knew was gathered in that room. From McGonagall to Lupin to Seamus to Neville to Krum to Nearly Headless Nick…they were all staring at her…and she couldn't take it.

She ran.

AN: Meh, not very good. The next chapter will be better…Especially if I get a lot of reviews (hint, hint.) Constructive criticism is always good and flames make me grateful for all the things I've been blessed for that others aren't so fortunate as to have (such as brains.)