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By lunchtime an extremely irritable Filch had been dispatched by Professor McGonagall to allow students to enter the dining hall one by one until the perturbing plant could be removed.

All of Professor's Flitwick's classes had been cancelled so that he might be able to find a way to remove the mistletoe. Only, every time he tried to do so, his spell bounced off of it and his face became covered with red lipstick marks. The professor looked somewhat sheepish as he rubbed at the red marks on his face with his handkerchief and positively blushed when George asked him if he had been having a good day.

Hermione was still no where to be seen.

"I cannot believe that git Malfoy" Ron spat angrily as he speared his second serving of beef roast at lunch.

"Just wait, Harry, just you wait till I-"

"I'm waiting" Harry sighed under his breath just as Ginny sat down next to them.

Ron had been bashing Malfoy all morning and although Harry fully agreed with him on the finer points of his argument, after the third straight hour the topic of Malfoy was becoming altogether rather tiresome.

"I've just been to see Hermione" Ginny sighed, as she helped herself to some food.

"How is she?" Ron asked "Is she in the hospital wing?"

"Ron," Ginny snickered, "They don't send people to the hospital wing just because they have been snogged by someone."

Harry looked up at Ginny and they both turned away quickly so Ron wouldn't see them blush. Harry thought just how many people people would be in the hospital wing if that was true.

"Yeah, but if you were snogged by Malfoy, then…" Harry and Ginny both blocked out the rest of Ron's tirade.

"She's still really upset though," said Ginny, her face drooping noticeably.

"I couldn't convince her to come down for lunch. And she didn't have breakfast either." She added as the bell for afternoon classes rang.

Hermione was pacing the floor of her dormitory for probably the hundredth time since breakfast. She just couldn't sit still. She didn't know what to do with herself. Ginny had come by inbetween every morning class but Hermione wouldn't let her in, even though she pleaded at the door for Hermione to talk to her.

Hermione supposed that Ginny thought she was upset about Malfoy kissing her. And she was annoyed about that- but that wasn't really what had upset her.

Hermione threw herself down on her bed and stared up at the canopy made of burgundy fabric.

The mistletoe had forced Malfoy and her to kiss but Hermione was pretty sure that it hadn't forced Malfoy to stick his tongue into her mouth.

Why did he do it? He hates me!

But Hermione couldn't forget how, how…how sweet, yes, and compassionate, and, yes, and even passionate Malfoy had looked when they were staring into each other's eyes.

No one else knew. Everyone had seen them kiss but no own else had seen the subtle flick with which Malfoy had propelled his tounge into her mouth, changing their relationship, albeit one of animosity and hatred, forever.

Her own words from earlier that morning came back to haunt her:

I'm sure the mistletoe just acts to enhance or enlarge any pre-existing emotions, it doesn't have the power to create entirely new ones.

She knew she wasn't wrong. Right afterwards she had looked up in her notes and simple love potions and charms like the one she was sure gave the mistletoe its power worked off of pre-existing emotions, no matter how repressed.

She pushed thoughts like that out of her head.

"But Malfoy hates me and I hate him!" Hermione said aloud in order to make sense of the entire situation.

That was what was really bothering her. That was why nothing Ginny could say could help her; after that kiss, that amazing kiss, Malfoy had pulled away with superiority, with disgust, with hatred.

Hermione heard the bell for afternoon classes ring in the distance and began to pace the floor again.

There was no use going to class today, only to hear catcalls, and spend the entire time wondering…wondering about that kiss, and about the ever-increasingly mysterious nature of that boy, that boy who she felt she had met for the very first time under the mistletoe.

Okay, so I know nothing much happened in this chappie but I promise the next one will be really action-packed, hint, hint.

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