For the Oh Christmas Tree 25 drabble collection on NGF
IV – 4th December
VictoireLysander
mistletoe; sky; crimson; daft
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"You have to kiss me, Victoire," Lysander says to his older, almost cousin with a teasing smile on his face. His long, blonde hair has daft streaks of a food colouring crimson in colour because little Lily poured it on him when he wasn't looking.
She blushes and shrugs her shoulders, her eyes locking on the sprigs of mistletoe hovering above their head. It almost blends into the darkening sky, merely a shade or two lighter she decides, and it's the thing she loves about Christmas the most.
It's a silly tradition that they, in the Weasley household, have mistletoe that moves through the air and lands on unsuspecting people, just as it has tonight.
"Go on then," she smiles, her teeth glistening in the darkness and he can't help but laugh.
His lips press to her cheek for a fraction of a second before they're interrupted by the calls of Rose that they're all to go inside for the opening of the pre-Christmas presents that Uncle Charlie sent, so, with a glance back at the sprig of mistletoe already moving on, Victoire walks back to the Burrow, Lysander by her side.
Who knows who the next 'victims' shall be?
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