A/N: Yeah, in the last chapter I realized that having Snape helping to organize the whole thing was a little OOC....just a little. By the way, I don't know why he did that...it doesn't really matter. Sorry about the bold and italics mishaps. (Not that anyone's reading this anyway...)
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Hermione stared at Malfoy, horrified. He was staring at Snape with a disgusted expression on his face.
he sneered. Kiss that....that Mudblood? (At this the crowd of Gryffindors shifted angrily and Ron and Harry lunged forward, but were restrained by Dean and Seamus.) You must be joking.No, I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. Those are the rules, Snape said without emotion. So...on the lips, both of you.
Hermione closed her eyes, unable to believe this was happening. It was exactly what she had hoped against. Out of all the boys in the school, she had to get caught under the mistletoe with this particular one.
She gritted her teeth and opened her eyes. She and Malfoy glared at each other, then, Hermione's insides crawling, he leaned towards her and pecked her on the lips with his. The kiss (if it could be called that) lasted not even half a second, but if Harry had chosen to look at Ron at that particular moment, he would have seen him looking very pained and red in the face indeed.
The couple turned away, each wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. Hermione made her way back toward Harry and Ron, picked up her bag, and the trio walked away.
Oh, God, that was so disgusting, Hermione moaned vehemently. I never, ever want to do that again....oh, God...
Ron touched her on the shoulder, and Hermione felt a flush of heat at the touch. Hey, it's okay, he said.
Hermione smiled up at him.
Ron blushed and looked away.
Suddenly, Professor McGonagall stepped in front of them in the crowded hallway and called, Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley, halt if you please!
Hermione, for the second time in five minutes, looked upwards and saw mistletoe.
She froze. She was under the mistletoe. With Ron. She looked at him. He had gone white, but now was beginning to blush.
McGonagall, with a hint of a trace of a tiny smile on her face, said, Well, I think you know what you're supposed to do by now. Go ahead, then.
A crowd of students stood in a circle around Ron and Hermione, who were looking at each other silently. Most of them were aware of the obvious chemistry between the two, and there were smiles all around.
Hermione took a deep breath and smiled at Ron. She just had time for another breath before he bent down to kiss her.
His lips were warm, and their warmth spread through Hermione like a blazing fire. Her arms went up around his neck and she kissed him back. Neither of them was aware of the cheering coming from the students around them. Finally, the kiss broke, but neither of them wanted it to end. And so they stood there together, kissing, the ice finally broken by a little bit of mistletoe.