Author's Note: So, I've been noticing that some people have been writing stories for Christmas and decided to give it a try. Part of me wants to add a second chapter but I don't know yet. Let me know what you think or if I should. :)

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all. I only own this plot.

They were walking side by side in companionable silence as they finished up their rounds on the seventh floor when they got faced with an unexpected dilemma. She stopped in her tracks as her eyes flew to the ceiling, causing Draco to send her a questioning look.

"Oh no," she murmured.

"What?"

He turned his head to see what the problem was and saw that a bit of mistletoe had decided to spring itself from the ceiling above them. He raised an eyebrow and turned to look back at her.

"Oh," he said. "Well…let's get this over with."

"What?" she squeaked.

"You heard me. Get over here."

"But-we don't have to…do it. Just-ignore it." She then began to continue walking down the hallway but was stopped when he grabbed one of her arms and pulled her back.

He scoffed and said, "Granger, it's just a kiss. Not a bloody execution."

Before she had time to think, his lips landed on hers and she froze. His lips were unexpectedly soft and warm and kept moving insistently over hers, trying to pry her mouth open. When she still didn't respond, he bit her lower lip, causing her to jump with a gasp. He then slipped his tongue into her mouth, coupling with hers gently as one of his hands went into her hair and the other to her waist, pulling her close.

She sighed then ,and started to move her hands to his hair. Their kissing began to get more demanding and Draco groaned in approval, his hold on her tightening as he brought both hands around her waist.

Wow, she thought to herself. So this is what kissing Malfoy is like-wait. What am I doing? I'm kissing...Malfoy!

She then moved her hands to his chest and began to push against him gently, trying to break their kiss. When he finally relented, both of them were panting for air and Malfoy still held her close by her waist. He rested his forehead on hers with his eyes closed.

"Malfoy?" she breathed.

"Yes?" he panted.

"What...was that?"

"Well…this is what one would call a kiss, Granger." He smirked at her then.

She rolled her eyes and said, "No, I meant. What was that? You didn't have to kiss me, you know."

He opened his eyes then and began to move one of his hands to her cheek as he gazed into her.

"I know," he replied, "but I wanted to."

She stared at him. He wanted to?

"But…" she sputtered, "I'm a 'Mudblood'. I'm 'filthy' according to you. Why would you want to?"

He sighed then, and lowered his head again to kiss her gently before answering.

"Hermione, you of all people should know that I don't really mean what I say." He then released her and began to walk down the hallway again without looking back.

She stared after him, bewildered by what had just occurred.

Did he just call me Hermione?

A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS! :)