"You're the biggest idiot I've ever heard the opportunity to meet."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at her fellow, Head Boy, Draco Malfoy. "What exactly do you mean, Malfoy?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Did you not see Terry with the flowers?"
Hermione nodded, unsure where this was heading. "Yes... and what of it?"
"What did you tell him when you saw the flowers?" Draco asked, pointing to the big bouquet of roses that Terry was walking away with in his hands. Draco and her were heading towards the Great Hall to make sure everything was ready for the upcoming ball.
"That the girl he was going to give the flowers to is lucky?" Hermione responded. She crossed her arms expectantly. "I fail to see your point."
"Are you daft?" Draco shook his head. "The girl he was going to give it to was you."
Hermione colored slightly. "No, I don't think so."
"Please, he was all ready to ask you to the winter dance before you shot him down," Draco replied, smirking at Hermione's obliviousness.
Hermione stood shocked. "No, I didn't mean to. But Terry's just a friend!"
Draco laughed as she fretted over the matter. "See? How many times do you think you've broke someone's heart by your careless comments?"
Hermione walked on wordlessly, going over the matter in her head. She walked until she was pushed back suddenly. "Ow! Wai-what?"
Draco laughed. "What did I tell you? Biggest idiot I know. You let me walk you right over to the mistletoe."
Hermione looked up and sure enough there was a bundle of mistletoe hanging over their heads. "Malfoy!"
He brought Hermione closer until she was wrapped around in his arms and smirked.
"Just stop thinking and kiss me."