AN: It looks like a crack!fic, but is it? :D
P.S. - I hope you like it, just an early Christmas present to everyone!
This had to be, by far, the weirdest Christmas in Wizarding history.
To begin with the Burrow was packed to the seams with people.
Ron and the Christmas tree were both drunk and singing Christmas carols. Yes, the Christmas tree was drunk and singing, please don't ask.
Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom were going from mistletoe to mistletoe and poking it with sticks to look for Nargles.
Dumbledore and McGonagall were snogging by the fire. Enough said.
Harry and Ginny were decorating the drunk and singing Ron with tinsel and tree ornaments.
Fred and George were spiking the already extremely alcoholic eggnog.
Professor Snape was trying to hide from Professor Trelawney, who wanted 'a little sugar from her sugar'.
Really that was just the beginning of what was going on.
For instance, I'm stuck under the mistletoe with none other than Lord Freakin Voldemort. Magical mistletoe. As in we can't go until we kiss. I, Hermione Granger, am in trouble.
Especially since Voldemort has just re-applied chapstick for the seventh time.
Lucius is holding a camera waiting to take a picture of the 'happy moment' while Bellatrix glares at me in jealousy.
Was that Peter Pettigrew trying to make out with my cat? Poor Crookshanks.
I watched as Voldemort finally grew tired of waiting and puckered up his lips, leaning down to kiss me.
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Gasping for air Hermione woke up glistening in a fine sheen of sweat.
That was the last time she would go to bed watching the Christmas Movie Marathon drunk off of eggnog and stufffed with candy.