Mistletoe.
Hermione Granger despised mistletoe.
Unfortunately for her, mistletoe was a Hogwarts tradition. And it wasn't just any mistletoe, it was magic mistletoe. Isn't that just wonderful? And what makes it magical, you ask? Well, if you end up under the mistletoe with someone of your sexual preference, you won't be able to move away from that spot until you and the other unfortunate soul you're stuck with snog for a random amount of time (the longest she'd seen this year was thirty minutes). Isn't that just divine? Hermione certainly thought so.
She'd been lucky the last four years; she'd avoided the mistletoe like the plague. She hadn't been so lucky this year, however.
Standing directly in front of Hermione at the current moment was none other than Fred Weasley. Their arms were fully functional, but their legs were completely immobile.
Fred looked as awkward as she felt; it was slightly humiliating standing in the middle of the Great Hall, hundreds of eyes on them, waiting to see them kiss.
This was all his fault. She had only confronted Fred to yell at him for his newest joke candy testing on first years. Now she was being forced to snog him in front of the majority of the school.
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" they all chanted, causing Hermione to turn crimson. Even DUMBLEDORE was chanting along!
Fred shrugged awkwardly. "Shall we?" he asked, shying away at her glare.
She quickly placed her lips on his, ignoring the cheers of the crowd, waiting for her legs to regain mobility.
Seconds turned into minutes, and Fred began getting a bit more into the kiss. Hermione, still furious, tried to resist, but she was unsuccessful. She, you could say, lost control, and began kissing back, running her fingers through his hair. Neither of them noticed when their legs regained movement, until Ron tapped Fred on the shoulder.
"Are you bloody done yet?" he exclaimed. "We're trying to eat!"
Hermione and Fred broke apart, and she realized she had wrapped her legs around his waist. She quickly leaped back, stumbling a bit on the landing. She ran her fingers through her hair madly, trying to erase the fact that she had just snogged Fred Weasley. Her face matched Fred's hair as Ron stared at them, bewildered.
Humiliated, Hermione ran all the way back to the dorm, trying to ignore Fred's grin of satisfaction.
As she thought about it, Hermione realized there were worst people to be stuck in that situation with.
Maybe mistletoe wasn't so bad, after all.
I guess this week is a "write as many Fremione oneshots as you can" kind of week. But what's wrong with that? Let me know what you think!