Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form does Clause own Harry Potter and Co. She owns only the plot, 10 of which belongs to her sister, Phaerie.

The Pros and Cons of Mistletoe

Chapter 1

Of All the People

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little Weasel," Draco Malfoy drawled while walking out on the grounds, having spotted Ginny Weasley doing the same but looking troubled.

"Not now Mal-ferret. I'm not exactly in the mood," she bit back. She had been outside trying to calm down, ignoring the bitter winter air. She had just been in an argument with Harry about her hexing other students in the halls. She'd been doing it a lot lately, getting numerous points taken away from Gryffindor in the process, and people were starting to get upset about it. Harry felt she should stop not only because of house points but also because someone she had recently hexed might sneak up on her and try to take revenge. She knew Harry was doing it for her own good, but she had enough brothers playing the overprotective brother role as it was.

"What, did Potty turn you down again? You really should learn to try for someone who might take you seriously. Of course, almost anyone is better than Potter," he said with one of his usual smirks.

"Sod off, you bloody wanker. Like I said, I'm not in the mood to listen to you babble about those better than yourself," she said flatly. She knew he was just trying to annoy her, and she didn't feel like insulting him until he gave up in defeat and left her alone.

"Ooh! So he told you to move on then, did he?" Malfoy taunted, his tone letting Ginny know that he was enjoying this way too much.

"No, actually. I'm already over him, have been for a while, and he knows it just as well as I do."

She was telling the truth, too. She was tired of people still thinking that she was madly in love with Harry when it was never really that serious to begin with. It was merely a simple crush. A simple crush that bordered on obsession just after he saved her life in her first year, but just a crush none the less. She walked off, hoping he would go about his own business, but no, of course not, it was just one of those days.

"That's not what I hear," he continued, following her, "I heard you were in the loo the other day crying and ranting about how Potty would never understand how you felt and how you'd never have a chance with him."

That was too much. He had no idea what had really happened. She had been in the loo crying, yeah, but not about about Harry. He was way too much like a brother to her.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to tell Malfoy off, "You know Mal-ferret, you've got a lot to learn. First off, when I tell you to bugger off, you'd better oblidge because failure to do so will land you with a hex that'll take more than a nurse to fix it. Second, next time you want to bug someone about some little incident, you do best to get you're facts straight first. I wasn't in there going on about Potter, I was talking about someone else. Third, Harry's more like a brother to me, so I'm not 'madly in love with him.' Just because I had a little crush on him a few yars back doesn't mean anything now. So there, are you happy? Now you can stop spreading rubbish around the school about how ridiculous it is that I used to have a crush on Harry and keep you bloody mouth shut!" she fumed, stalking off towards the castle.

Draco stood there for an instance, a bit surprised that she had spoken to him like that, before running to catch up to her. At the door to the Entrance Hall, she stopped again and faced him, highly annoyed that he was still following her.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" she asked as her small fingers curled into fists.

"Well, let's see. One, you're the sister of my nemisis, so it's like an unspoken law that I have to bother you. And two, this is really fun," he said while smirking.

"I should've guessed," she sighed. "Look Malfoy, why don't' you just go play the whole annoying prat role for someone else who can tolerate it at the moment because I'm about two insults away from throwing hexes to disfigure that pretty little face of yours. Don't tempt, you know I will 'cause I've done it before." She turned to head back up to Gryffindor Tower but couldn't move. Apparantly neither could Malfoy since he'd been about to follow disregarding her threat but couldn't lift a toe.

"What the--," Malfoy began, but he was interrupted by Ginny.

"Look up Mr. Know-it-all," she said, gesturing towards the top of the doorway.

"Mistletoe? So what? It's never made anyone stop before. What's the catch?" he added after eyeing her and noting that she looked quite smug being able to prove he was in the wrong.

"Hmm…let's think, yeah? We're at Hogwarts. It's December. We're under mistletoe and can't move. I wonder? It's enchanted, you git!" she told him crossly before continuing, "The thing that worries me is that I got a letter from Fred and George saying that they were working on mistletoe that actually made you kiss the other person. So, unless I'm wrong, this probably came form their shop and someone put it here to catch unsuspecting victims."

"So you're saying that we—" he started slowly as realization dawned on him.

"That we have to kiss one another in order to move? Yes," she finished snappily.

"Oh, this is just great," he said with a disgusted expression, though Ginyn thought she saw the slightest hint of a smirk hidden in it.

"Tell me about it. Of all the people…" she shot back exasperatedly.

"What, you'd rather be here with someone else?" he asked with a small smirk.

"Anyone else, as a matter of fact. Except for those two cronies of yours, Crabbe and Goyle. And Dumbledore," she added with a shudder.

"Funny Weasel. Because you see, half the girls in this school would give just about anything to in your place right about now," he retorted rather pompously.

"Maybe, but I bet at least half of those girls are complete nitwits and the other half are desperate. Fortunately, I'm not one of them," she said, crossing her arms and trying to think of a way out of her current situation.

"So, are you going to kiss me or am I going to have to kiss you?" he sounded slightly curious, a little hopeful, and completely amused.

"There will be no kissing!" she told him indignantly, "Now shush. I have to think." Her eyes went sort of distant as she spoke and was engulfed in thought about something Fred and George might use as a second way out when she suddenly felt a little tingle start at her lips and move through her body.

Malfoy had evidently gotten tired of her wasting their time thinking and decided to just kiss her. For a moment, she was merely surprised that he had kissed her (it was a quite nice kiss, she admitted reluctantly), then her brain kicked back into gear and she returned to her senses. She reached up gave him a firm, though not her strongest, shove in the chest. Caught off guard, he took a step back to regain his balance.

They both stood there, appalled and in silence, for a few moments. Draco had a look of mild disgust at having kissed a Weasley, but Ginny sensed that it was masking another reaction. She herself was blushing terribly. Suddenly, her face went from red to green (in true Christmas spirit!). Holding her hand to her mouth, she ran for the girls bathroom.

Con of Mistletoe: Side-effects may include nausea.

B/N: Clause's beta, Phaerie, here! So, you're liking it so far, right? I am! "I'm lovin' it!" Yeah, that took a while to type…I should stop reading fics while trying to type them. '

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