Lily Luna Potter had thought she was going to hate being Head Girl, but that was before she realised that Lysander Scamander would be joining her as Head Boy.
Lysander Scamander was not considered attractive at all by most in the school, but Lily thought he was breath-taking. His pale hair flopped in his strong, bold, wide eyes, his lips curled into the dreamiest of wistful smiles and he spoke of the world as if it were heaven.
Lily was compulsively raking her fingers through her hair, fluffing it and checking that it was straight, when of course it was, as she'd inherited her mother's beautiful hair. Her eyes flitted around her as she looked for Lysander, but he was nowhere to be seen. She knew he'd be late—he always was—but she was always early.
She waited, and waited.
And he didn't turn up.
But then:
"Hey, Lily!" said a bright voice from behind her.
Lily almost screamed, but managed to clamp a hand over her mouth. Swerving around on her heels, she saw Lysander standing close behind her.
"How did you get there?" she demanded.
"I walked. Shall we get going then?" he said.
Lily blushed, but hid it by rushing forward.
"It's cruel that they made us patrol on Christmas Eve," she said.
"Well, there's always the Christmas prank. They think that we'll actually be able to catch the trouble-maker." Lysander linked his fingers behind his head and smiled at the ceiling.
Lily followed his eyes. "Hey, what are you—?" There, dangling down by an invisible thread, was, "Mistletoe."
Lysander's face crumpled. "I bet it's swarming with Nargles."
Lily gazed at him, amazed. He stared back.
"What?" he asked.
That did it for Lily. She lunged forward, wrapped her arms around his neck and crushed her mouth to his.
And you know what?
He kissed her back.