Mistletoe.
I watched it glimmer above me and turned to face who destiny has chosen to place me with.
The stunned silver eyes of the one and only Draco Malfoy shone back at me.
I bit my lip and wrinkled my nose.
He smiled, showing off his perfect teeth, and I stopped remembering he was an enemy.
I stopped remembering he was evil.
I stopped remembering that he tortured me and my friends from first year and up.
I only knew that he was cute, and he was in prime kissing position.
Then, I turned red.
"What, Granger? Afraid of kissing a real man?" he asked snidely, smoothing back his hair.
"Where is he?" I replied coldly. "I only see a bratty little Slytherin."
"Oh, ha ha ha, Granger," he said. "Are you going to do it or not?"
So I grabbed his shirt and pressed my lips to his in the briefest of kisses.
His smooth scent was intoxicating.
But when I pulled away, I found Malfoy bringing me closer, as we slipped into the world of blissful oblivion.
"Um, 'Mione?" I tore myself away and saw Harry, thunderstruck.
"Mistletoe," I said faintly as I nestled into Draco's mouth once more.
Cute? Not? Overdone?
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