AN
Here is a little something to get all my readers and myself into the Christmas spirit.
I couldn't sleep so I wrote this for the quiet ones weekly challenge, over on LJ. But please keep in mind that it was written at about one o'clock in the morning, so I apologise for any mistakes.
Mistletoe
As soon as Blaise had drunkenly dangled the mistletoe over his and Granger's head, exclaiming, "Come on Draco, I know you've been dying to since fourth year, give the pretty Gryffindor a kiss," he knew he was in trouble.
Granger stood shocked at the sudden interruption. With that look, he was struck with indecision; kiss the girl he had secretly crushed on for the past three years, or, not kiss the girl he had secretly loved for the past two.
Just before he was about to hit his best friend, for behaving in such an embarrassing fashion, the decision was taken out of his hands. Hermione gently cupped his face between her hands and rose onto her tippy-toes to gently press her lips to his.
The kiss was unexpected, to put it bluntly, though welcomed, none the less. And it was everything he had dreamt of, and more. Soft, warm, tender, light, electrifying, time freezing and... and... It was just perfect.
She pulled back, her eyes shining and cheeks flushed. She looked beautiful, with her face less than two inches away. She was smiling shyly up at him from under those thick lashes of hers. "Merry Christmas, Draco," she whispered.
And before her heels had the chance to touch the ground again, he swept her up and took her mouth with his own.
Neither heard the wolf-whistles coming from the drunken Slytherin, waving a sprig of mistletoe around his head.
AN
I may not post until after Christmas now, unless I finish my Xmas Fic-a-thon entry before then. So, I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and hope that Santa brings you everything you want : )
Kylie x