"Um, Harry?" Hermione said tentatively.

They were about to go into the feast and Harry had been walking around with the mistletoe above his head for about half an hour…without him noticing it's presence. Had he been Ron she would have kissed him and got rid of it, but this was Harry. She couldn't kiss him, no matter how much she wished to.

"What?" he asked impatiently, looking at her hand which was resting on his arm.

She silently pointed up. His head followed and he paled.

"Go on then. Let's get this over with." He offered his cheek.

She kissed him on the cheek, just as she did with Ron.

The mistletoe didn't vanish as it should have done.

"Uh-oh. Now what?" he asked.

"The mistletoe only waits for True Love's kiss." A voice said in her ear. She looked around. They were alone outside the doors of the great hall.

"Harry, did you hear that?"

"No. What was it?"

"A voice telling me what to do."

"Have you been taking those pills the Weasley twins invented, again?"

"No! And I only took them for a dare."

"You were so funny that day. I think they put cannabis into them."

"I should bloody well hope not! Besides I wasn't that funny. Anyway these voices said something…" she trailed off and then before she could think twice something pushed her forwards into Harry's body and pressed her lips against his.

She didn't mean to kiss him, no matter how much she had wanted to, and believe me when I say that she had wanted to kiss him for a hell of a long time.

Something made her. She didn't know what exactly, and she never found out exactly what.

They enjoyed it however and neither noticed the pink mist that started to swirl around their shoulders and circled their entwined bodies and seeped through the gap between the door and the floor and into the Great Hall.

Dumbledore saw it flooding in and nudged McGonnagal. She looked at it and thought for a moment, before allowing a grin to spread itself on her rather harsh features.

"Who this time?" she said suppressing a laugh.

"Look down there." He pointed to the Gryffindor table where Ron sat looking blankly at the two spare seats next to him. He had been doing so for about ten minutes and they heard Ginny whisper to Dean:

"Why does my brother look even more gormless than usual? Oh, wait, where's Harry and Hermione?"

"And what's that weird pink mist?"

"I have a theory- no, wait…no I don't have a clue about what is going on."

Dumbledore sniggered when he heard this.

"So, Harry and Hermione have finally got together?"

"I wouldn't say that. They would never have had enough guts to do anything about their feelings. So I…gave them a little nudge out of the door."

"Albus! They're Gryffindor's…they don't need guts! And they're not going on a bloody journey!"

"Minerva! Harry may be the bravest boy in my school but he's a bloody coward when it comes to girls. And Hermione may indeed be the smartest witch to ever to have graced the classrooms of this…establishment, but she has yet to notice Harry's thinly veiled stares at her and his attempts to get her to think of him as more than a friend."

"So you charmed them to kiss each other and thereby realize that they have feelings for each other?"

"Better than that, I charmed the mistletoe to not only pick on boys randomly but also to stay above Harry until he is kissed on the lips, preferably by Hermione."

"You're despicable!"

"You wait until Christmas, I've got a really neat trick up my sleeve."

"Oh, god no! Albus Dumbledore you aren't going to mess with those students again!"

"I'm gonna play with the mistletoe some more."

"Over my dead body!"

"If needs be…"