Mistletoe
Mistletoe is so annoying, Harry growled mentally, pushing his way through waves of girls. Each one held a bunch of mistletoes above their head, brandishing it triumphantly as they puckered up for the chosen one.
"Out of the way!" Harry shouted, looking pleaded up at the head table. But McGonagall simply smiled at him smugly, mouthing 'Transfigurations homework'. Harry glared at her and shoved another girl out of the wave, sending her toppling over the Hufflepuff table. He winced guiltily, but another Ravenclaw came to take her place, and the feeling mysteriously vanished.
He looked around, but no bushy head of hair in sight. Why did it feel like all the females in the world were gathered around him, except for the one he actually wanted? Well, he steeled himself, sometimes you have to work for the prize.