Prompt: Marcus Flint/ Harry James Potter "stalking mistletoe"
Harry felt paranoid. Not the sort of paranoid where there were villainous plots by a dark lord afoot, but rather paranoid because there was someone stalking him. More specifically there was someone ambushing him because they were stalking the migrating mistletoe that was decorating the castle.
"Oh Harry, if someone really is 'ambushing' you then you should tell a professor and they will fix it," Hermione lectured exasperatedly as Harry twitched once more at a loud, unexpected noise. "Honestly, just tell the girl no and she'll get the point. Why are you so anxious about these incidents? You're thirteen and it's not like the other boys wouldn't start stalking the mistletoe themselves in order to get more kisses if they thought of the idea."
Harry coughed awkwardly and mumbled. As Hermione's eyes sharpened and she was about to begin a full interrogation, Harry quickly excused himself and left Gryffindor tower.
"It's not that I don't like the kissing. S'really quite nice but issue is, I'm not being ambushed by a bloody girl! But if I tried to explain that to Hermione, she'd go nutters and everyone would end up hearing about my personal business," Harry muttered, frustrated, as he stalked down the darkened hallways. He walked further and further into shadowed corridors as he pondered his quandary. As he turned around to return to Gryffindor Tower, Harry realized that he couldn't move—he had been trapped by the mistletoe once more.
Cautiously, Harry began to look around him, straining to see if there was anyone lurking in the shadows. After a few moments he relaxed, his stalker/surprise kisser had not appeared. Admittedly, Harry was stuck underneath the mistletoe until just before curfew when the spells go dormant until morning but still, he was completely happy that his shadow person wasn't there.
Yes, very happy; well, okay, maybe he wasn't all that happy but it was because his anonymous stalker never revealed himself. In fact, the stalker was an entirely Slytherin-esque plan—Harry's thoughts were quickly derailed as he was tugged around and kissed. One hand cradled the back of Harry's head as the other pressed Harry closer.
Harry shivered and wrapped his arms around the other's neck and kissed back with all the emotion and frustration that he had. Endless moments later, the two separated. Dropping back down from his toes, Harry stared up at his stalker's face. "Marcus Flint…huh," Harry said bemusedly, before grinning wickedly. "And Hermione didn't believe me when I said that I was being stalked and ambushed under the mistletoe!"
Flint smirked and finally spoke, "Then may I escort you to dinner and prove her wrong? I have it on good authority that there will be a sprig of mistletoe in the main doorway."
Author's Note: Yes, it's a Christmas prompt but hey, it was fun to write.
