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Day Seven
On The Seventh Day of Christmas, ? Gave to Me… Seven Christmas Kisses
The first one was unexpected to say the least. It came when Sirius was leaving a particularly boring Potions lesson. There was a flash of Mistletoe, a smooching sound, and then a feminine giggle. He was left in a bit of a daze.
"James," Sirius started, still completely unawares, "did you see that?"
Chuckling, James simply said, "It's Christmas Siri!"
The second one was wet. Even for a kiss, which Sirius thought were wet anyway, this one left it's mark. A second flash of Mistletoe preceeded the event, just as he was rounding a corner to go to the Quidditch pitch. He wheeled around wildly, trying to spy the culprit, but as before there was nobody to be seen. He wouldn't put it past the Slytherins to try and spell him, making his holidays unbearable, and he had to admit that if it was the Snakes, it was a good way to do it.
The third and fourth happened simultaneously, in the Great Hall. Sirius was tucking into a brilliant lunch. A sprig of mistletoe dropped onto his plate and he received two pecks on the cheeks. What in Merlin's name was going on? He swivelled round with a feeling of severe Deja Vu, and tried spying the culprit. Again there was nothing. The people around him were seemingly oblivious to this repeated action of festive amorousness.
It was late in the day, and Sirius was tired. He had endured another two 'attacks' as he had come to think of them. They had both come from nowhere, and again a sprig of mistletoe had appeared out of nowhere. He had asked James if he knew where his Invisibility Cloak was, but that was safe at the Potter family home.
He was about to enter the Gryffindor common room, when he heard a giggle from a side corridor. It was the same feminine giggling he had heard the first time this mystery kisser had struck. He crept along, keeping flat against the wall. He was about to peer round the corner when a translucent hand appeared, with a...
"Mistletoe! Aha!" He shouted, throwing himself onto the plant. He grabbed it, but his hand went through the arm holding it. "Huh?"
"Merry Christmas Sirius Black!" Moaning Myrtle giggled, giving him a seventh, and very sloppy, kiss.
