A/N: So, we're ready to get into the actual story of Mischief Mistletoe. Seeing as how it's a Christmas story, updates should be very quick, and the story quite short. So read and enjoy! :) ~Carlee, aka SilverDragonsFlame

Disclaimer: If I was JK Rowling, and I owned Draco, well, I wouldn't spend so much time on FF.net, getting my D/G fix from all the other wonderful authors on here, who also, coincidentally, don't own Harry Potter...Wow, I fit in!

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Mischief Mistletoe - Chapter One

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Ginny Weasley quickly gulped down her second glass of pumpkin juice, hoping it would cool the hot flush she could feel on her cheeks. Dammit, but that was the third time this week Dra-er, Malfoy had caught her looking at him!

The red still on the rise (she could feel it spreading to her ears, which was the absolute worst thing about being a redhead with fairskin), she grabbed Hermione's drink and tried to down that one too. Only it got caught in her throat about halfway down, causing her to almost cough up a lung trying to free her airway.

Of course, Ron's incessant pounding on her back wasn't helping matters either. Was he trying to kill her? Finally getting enough of her voice back, she growled, "Stop already! As if I don't have enough bruises on my back from Quidditch practice this week!"

She could tell she'd spoken too harshly too him when his eyebrows disappeared into the fringe of hair covering his forehead. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she apologized quickly, telling him she was fine now.

Ron still looked unsure. "You sure, Gin? And if those bloody beaters are being too hard on you at practice, you should have let me know!"

Ginny grabbed onto one of his arms, noticed Hermione holding down the other and smiled gratefully at the other girl. "Ron, you'll do no such thing. I joined the Quidditch team because I wanted to, and you can't go after Kirke and Sloper just for doing their job. If they weren't hitting the bludgers towards us, you'd be all over them."

Looking to Harry for a bit of help, she nodded when he added, "She's right, Ron. Just last week, you were getting on Sloper's case for NOT hitting it towards Natalie MacDonald cause he was sweet on her, and you got on Kirke's case a month ago for going soft on Vicky Frobisher."

Harry sounded so logical whenever he was trying to calm Ron down. Honestly, why couldn't she have kept that crush on him? He was so much more appropriate than.well.than anyone else in the school. Ron tried to tug his arm free, bringing Ginny back to the problem at hand. Right.focus. "And honestly Ron, if they WEREN'T trying to beat me to death with the bludgers, you'd still be after them, thinking they were sweet on ME! They can't win, so SIT DOWN!!"

With a last little effort, she tugged him back into his seat, grateful that the clueless, overprotective git had decided to lay off for a bit. Lord, if he ever sensed who she really liked.well, Hell's bells, there wouldn't be enough left after the wizard's duel to bury either Ron or Dra-er, her mystery crush.

Great, now she as even trying to lie to herself. As if that would fix the bloody problem. And did she honestly want the problem to just go away? If she wasn't lying to herself, she would admit that even after being caught daydreaming at him, she still sat facing the Slytherin table. It wasn't exactly the brightest idea, but it was one of the few times she was able to see him without Hermione-the-nosy or Ron-the-clueless noticing. Harry, thankfully, sat across from Ron, unable to see exactly where she was staring off at. Or who.

Screeching from above warned her of the imminent arrival of the owl post, and of the imminent danger to her now-cold porridge, and only a quick shove with her wrist saved her breakfast. Not that it was worth saving, she mused as the owl dropped the box in front of her. She recognized Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes official delivery owl, Morcades, and was immediately wary of the small, cutely wrapped package. Absentmindedly giving the owl a bit of a treat and stroking its downy head, she pushed the package into the center of the table with the very tip of her finger.

Luckily, Errol's crashing into Ron's bowl of porridge (even after he had moved it a safe distance) distracted the rest of the Gryffindor table from her dangerous package. She watched quietly and waited patiently for Ron to finish reading the letter from their mum.

Looking up at Ginny, he shrugged. "Mum says we're to stay here over the Christmas holidays. Too dangerous to really go anywhere, and at least here, we'll be with Harry and Hermione."

Ginny gave a nonchalant shrug, while her inner, sarcastic voice was given new material with THAT statement. You mean YOU'LL be with Harry and Hermione. No doubt on your latest efforts to save the Wizarding world from a threat no one else knows about. Yeah-huh. I'll just hang out in the Gryffindor common room. Have fun by myself. Maybe even take a trip to the library. FUN!

Telling her inner voice to hush up, and trying to distract herself from the dismal truth it had spoken, she reached warily for the letter on top of the brightly wrapped box. Opening it slowly (she'd learned her lesson long, long ago in dealing with Fred and George), she found nothing but a letter. Still wary of explosive devices hidden somewhere in the letter, she pulled it out slowly and began reading, aware of the rest of Gryffindor table waiting to find out what had come for Ginny from Weasley's Whizarding Wheezes.

Dear Ginny, In the effort of keeping our summer assistant busy and well paid through the winter, we have sent you the latest merchandise from the store, Mischief Misteltoe. Let us know how it works so we can get it out in time for the holidays! ~Fred and George

Ginny rolled her eyes. There was only a week left before all the students left and holiday shopping was already quite underway. What they hoped to accomplish at this late date. Well, maybe it would work if it was a REALLY good gag. Who knew?

Carefully opening the box, she gave a start when something flew out of it, moving almost as fast as a snitch! It was actually only a twig of mistletoe but it was hovering in the air like a snitch, almost as if it was teasing the students, giving it a quick fleeting glimpse of itself before flying off, up above the tables. After letting the whole school see it, it was out the door, disappearing to who knows where.

"Okay, so it's flying mistletoe. What else does it do, Ginny?" Hermione asked, going into practical sleuth mode.

Ginny groaned and buried her face in her hands. Bloody hell, what had she just let loose? "I have no idea," she admitted, scared to even ponder what else it might do.

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Alrighty then! Hope this Christmas story is making you smile! Happy holidays! The first chapter is up, ready to be read and reviewed. There's a really cute little button, somewhere below this message (hint, hint). *Uses most enticing voice* Hit it and find out what happens!!! *blows kisses to wonderful reviewers*

Anaa basee (thank you very much!!!) to my first reviewers, SpiderSquirrel and Hermione30!!! *Sends out much love to these two inspiring souls*