Just a really really short ficlet I wrote for my friend Manda. I usually don't write femmeslash, but when I do, it's for a friend. This isn't the best piece I've ever written - only took twenty minutes, but it was fun to write some fluff.

JK Rowling owns everything and I own nothing.

The music was blaring, causing Hermione's eardrums to throb painfully with every drumbeat. She needed to leave. Staying would mean either contracting a nasty migraine, or having Cormac snog her to death. She was not too keen on either scenario, particularly the latter. Setting down her empty glass on a table, she caught sight of her reflection in an abandoned spoon and gawked at the damage Cormac had managed to cause to her hair. Curls were jutting out at odd angles and stray hairs were flying everywhere, giving off the impression that she had been electrocuted moments earlier.

Hermione frantically tried to make her hair look presentable. Anybody who was watching from a distance would think she was swatting away an annoying fly. After running her hands through her hair one last time for good measure, she strode quickly to the door, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, but failing due to her hurried gate.

Five more steps to go and she was free. Two more steps and she could escape the torture that is Slughorn's Christmas party. One more step and…

"Excuse me, Hermione?"

Bugger.

It was Luna Lovegood, radish earrings and all. She wore her trademark dreamy smile plastered upon her face.

Without warning, without reason, without thought, Luna pressed her lips to Hermione's and encircled her arms around the taller girls neck. Hermione's back stiffened and she felt herself go rigid as Luna began to suck on her lower lip. Before she could push Luna away, Luna pulled back and grinned. Her eyes flickered to the ceiling for a split second, then fixed back upon Hermione. "Happy Christmas, Hermione," she said absentmindedly, then turned to rejoin the party without another word.

Hermione stood, dumfounded. Where the bloody hell did that come from? She looked up at the ceiling just as Luna had, and found her answer.

Mistletoe.

She unconsciously placed a finger to her lips where Luna's had lingered just seconds earlier and let out a small chuckle. Loony as she may be, that girl was starting to grow on Hermione.

Thanks for reading. Reviewers will get the virtual snack of their choice. Constructive crit reviewers will get two virtual snacks of their choice.

- Dana