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I put down my cup on the counter, reaching for the jug with my mom's special hot chocolate. Suddenly I sense his presence behind me. I quickly put down the jug before I look at him. He smiles a bit shyly, and I smile back hesitantly.
"Just… er… getting some more cookies." He mumbles, reaching closer to me to get to the cookie jar. I hold my breath and hope he doesn't notice my blush. But he's blushing too, which makes me feel very courageous all of a sudden.
"You know, we're standing right underneath that branch of mistletoe." I look up at the small twig I saw Fred and George put up earlier and his eyes follow mine. I wait until he's looking back at me before adding: "So either you kiss me now or you go back to the living room, because if you're still standing there when I've refilled my hot chocolate, I'll kiss you." I glance up at him innocently, but a seductive tone creeps into my voice as I utter the last words. "And I don't mean an innocent peck on the cheek either." I turn back to my mug quickly so I don't have to see his face. Why did I say that? He'll run for sure now. But I can still feel him behind me.
The mug is filled to just past half of it, not to the brim as I usually do. If he's still standing there, I don't want it to slosh over the edges. I put away the jug carefully, closing my eyes and biting my lip as I silently wish he'll be there when I turn around. And on the other hand I'm terrified of it. The jug hits the shelf and I open my eyes. My face relaxes. I pick up my cup and turn around. He's still standing there, looking at me with an indecipherable expression. I turn half around, setting down my mug again, before looking back at him. He hasn't moved. We stand frozen like that for a second, just locking eyes. Then I lift one eyebrow in a silent question. Is he sure? A moment; then he inclines his head very slightly. I almost missed it.
I reach out my hand nervously, cupping his cheek and brushing my thumb tenderly over a spot just beside his lip. His eyes still captivate me. A split second thrill of panic flashes through me, before I inch closer to him and softly press my lips to his. I feel my heart explode and become whole in the same moment, but before I know it, it's over, and I break the kiss. My eyes, which have fluttered closed in the bare moment of our kiss remain firmly shut as I relive the moment a thousand times in my mind. Then they open and I look into the shocked eyes of one Harry Potter. I almost freak out and my eyes open wide in shock. What if he didn't want this? What if he didn't think I'd actually kiss him? What if- But his eyes soften and he smiles slightly. I smile back relieved. Then I half-turn again, pick up my chocolate mug and walk back to the living room, where the rest of my family sits, talking animatedly. I flop down on a couch and sip from my chocolate. Harry sits down next to me and puts his arm around me. We share a secret smile and I scoot closer to him. I think I'm still smiling. Hermoine seems to have noticed something, because she gives me a quick wink from the other couch where she's leaning into Ron, before avidly starting a discussion with my dad about muggle versus magic. I think they're talking about watches. I contently lean my head against Harry's chest. I don't think I'll be able to stop smiling any time soon.
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