Under the mistletoe, he stood alone reminiscing.

How time changed things. In fifth year he received his very first kiss, from a girl he thought he loved. Of course at fifteen he didn't really know what love was, but he believed in it nonetheless.

It was a wet kiss, unpleasantly wet... The girl was sobbing. Cedric... Even his fondest memories were tainted by Voldemort's evil doings.

All these years later he still dreamt of Cedric's death. Still woke in a cold sweat imagining there was something he could've done to change the outcome of that horrible night.

Enough of that train of thought, he told himself. Bringing up more pleasant memories.

He had married Ginny on Christmas Day and they shared their first kiss as husband and wife under a particularly lovely bunch of mistletoe. A few years later he was informed that he was to be a father under the same bunch of bunch of mistletoe.

Ginny was beautiful when she was pregnant, he smiled to himself. She was always beautiful, even in their advanced age he found her exquisitely perfect in every way. Looking up at the mistletoe lost in memories he didn't hear his wife slowly ambling towards him on her achy arthritic feet. He was slightly startled when she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Smiling he leaned down and kissed his beautiful wife under the mistletoe.