"Magical Mistletoe," he said softly looking up.
She looked up as well and blushed. Above them was a sprig of mistletoe. A red mist around it confirmed that it was indeed magical.
"Now Miss Granger, what are the properties of magical mistletoe?"
He was mocking her. She knew it but as she looked into his gray eyes she saw something. Warmth that urged her to say something.
"Magical Mistletoe is a rare plant which appears only when two people who have strong feelings for one another are underneath it." She paused not sure whether to continue or not. "Feelings such as…" She hesitated as his face came closer and her eyes fluttered shut.
"Love," she whispered just before his lips landed on hers.
The kiss was sweet and passionate. Seven years of love and hate all poured into it. But all too soon he lifted his head. Her arms were around his neck playing with the bottom of his hair, and his arms were around her waist. They stayed like that for sometime just holding each other. Then he spoke.
"I love you Hermione."
His voice was confident but his eyes betrayed him. His eyes, the silver orbs that held so many captivated, were imploring. Begging her to believe him. And she did. She believed him with every fiber of her being.
"I love you too Draco."
