I hate Mistletoes…, right?
Hermione Granger rushed down the corridor, barely missing a very bewildred and confused McGonagall…
"Ten points from Gryffindor!", she cried after the running girl with wild untameable brown hair.
But Hermione didn't care, she was late for her very first detention with Snape down in the dungeons.
"Daft old bat", she cursed as she wormed her way through practically the whole student body in a hallway. Since she wanted to know why they were all looking so amused she turned her head back to catch the action.
Oh, just Harry stuck under mistletoe with Pansy Parkinson.
Wait a minute… HARRY STUCK UNDER MISTLETOE WITH PARKINSON???!!!
Now she had completely stopped walking, bad move, because one second later someone came crashing into her.
"Watch where you're going Granger", snarled a arrogant voice, "I know my magnetic attraction has got you firmly pulled to me, but no need to get aggressive."
Hermione fumed, the day just keeps getting better.
"Well sorry that you had to land on your beautiful pureblood ass Malfoy."
"Why thank you dear, I know my ass is a pretty site, just only a shame that's it's not quite reserved for you", he smirked.
By this time she was too embarrassed to fight back, so she just decided to leave, only to find she couldn't walk more than one meter away from him.
"What the hell? ", she cried to her great her great annoyance.
Looking up she whined: "Mistletoe!"
Somehow Dumbledore had found this idea of cursing mistletoes absolutely amusing.
He looked at it as a funny Christmas prank to let boys publicly molest girls, because that just happened to be in the same place at the same time.
It made all the females (except for Luna who thought kissing healed boys from Grobotts) feel so ashamed they would love to let the castle's cold stone floors open up and swallow them whole.
"Yeah, that would be a good idea", Hermione though, "and I'll just wander aroud in Filch's murky basements for all eternity."
But Hermione was a clever girl, knowing that would never happen anyway.
Problem was, she wasn't allowed to go until she had kissed Malfoy.
"I swear they'll hear from my lawyer after this, talk about abusing liberty."
Hermione looked up. Malfoy hadn't spoken for a long time already.
Harry and Parkinson had freed themselves. When Pansy had kissed him, she had scrunched up her nose and made a painful face. She had somehow even managed to look pitiful.
Now everyone was gathered around them, even Snape was behind Hermione.
"Well get on with it, or you'll be standing here all night", Snape snarled.
"Best we get it behind us Granger", Malfoy said. Amd with that he came one step towards her.
"Don't you dare ki…-- mmph", Hermione was interrupted by Malfoy who crashed his lips onto her's.
Even though the kiss was forced and lasted only a second, she could still feel the passion behind it. Like a gigantic firework show.
She had never had a kiss like this before.
Suddenly she was jerked back into reality when Malfoy pushed her away.
"I hate mistletoes!", he roared and spat on the floor, but hermione just stood still.
When everyone was gone she added: "…right?"
She wasn't so sure anymore. Hermione just hoped that one day she would live up to his standards and become a good friend of his, or perphaps more?
It wasn't a french kiss or a love letter, but this was definitely a start.
