Just a little Hermione/Ginny sweetness for the holidays.
If Hermione had known the power of mistletoe at Christmas time, she would have used it a lot earlier than this just to nab Ginny. I mean, the idea was really a simple one, too simple, and yet, Hermione's wit somehow managed to over look it.
Up until recently, mistletoe was a decoration that was avoided at Christmas. Students protested time and time again, but Filch absolutely refused to have something so ridiculous as mistletoe hanging up around his beloved Hogwarts. Everyone knew however, that he was just a bitter man who never had anyone to love him. The students certainly weren't bitter and weren't always out looking for love. They just wanted some mistletoe, mistletoe equaled kisses. Kisses are Christmas were something rather special.
Finally, by some sort of special graces, the ban was lifted and Filch then had to allow the mistletoe to grace the doorways of his beloved Hogwarts.
Everywhere you walked, students were gathered under mistletoe stealing quick kisses. Much to Hermione's surprise, a few gay couples were stealing kisses as well. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. There is just something magical about Christmas. The lights, the new fallen snow, the togetherness, peacefulness, and the love that people share during Christmas.
Hermione however, made sure to steer clear of the mistletoe whenever guys where hanging around. She had her eyes set on one kiss from one person, and they were never around. In the rare moments when she was around, she was always focused on something else besides Hermione and that's not what she wanted.
The days began to pass quickly. The opportunity for a kiss, any kind of kiss from the red head was slowly slipping between her fingers. Frustrated, but not giving up, Hermione waited and waited some more.
Hermione, ever being the insomniac that she is, couldn't sleep and wandered around the Gryffindor common room late one night, pacing back and forth willing her mind to shut up, just so she could grab a few brief hours of sleep. The sound of footsteps on the stairs was nothing to her, she heard them, but choose to ignore them. Giving up on the pacing to lull her to sleep, she plopped down in front of the fire place. Leaning back, she rested her head against the back of the chair. Closing her eyes, she finally began to relax.
Within a few moments, she got that feeling, the one that signaled someone was standing in front of her, and then came the feeling that she was being watched. Slowly opening her eyes, she looked up to see a smirking Ginny standing above her, one arm behind her back, the other stretched out in front of her, hand over Hermione's head. "Ginny, what ever are you doing?"
"Oh, just something." She said.
Hermione looked up to see her holding a small sprig of mistletoe. "Ginny," was the only thing she managed to say.
She never responded. She leaned in placing a slow, sensual kiss upon the brunette's lips. The hand holding the mistletoe dropped to Hermione's side, the one that was once hidden behind her back was now tangled in her hair.
Mistletoe really holds more power than Hermione thought.