More ficness!
Title: Much Mistletoeing
Rating: PGish?
Summary: Zach/Daph - There'll be much mistletoeing and hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near - It's the most wonderful time of the year!
Author's Notes: Here you go,
_____faith! :) MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
Daphne Greengrass was sick of watching Zacharias Smith from afar. Sure, she enjoyed the rush she got when she secretly spied on him taking off his shirt in the middle of a Hufflepuff versus Slytherin Quidditch game, and yes, she enjoyed watching him joke around and talk with his friends in the Great Hall when he didn't think anyone was watching. These were enjoyable hobbies of hers and she cherished them. But eventually, it got to the point where she wanted to be the one who was taking off Zach's shirt, and she wanted to be the one he was laughing with when he thought no one was watching. But then she'd remember - she was a Slytherin, and Hufflepuffs were off-limits. It would be disrespectful to her House and her family if she even imagined herself with someone from such an unworthy background.
But bloody hell, he was so fit. It just wasn't fair!
"You could always just get really trashed and snog him or something. If anyone caught you, you could just blame it on your alcohol consumption," Tracey Davis, the one friend Daphne had shared her dirty secrets with, said. "I mean, that's what I would do."
"That's too simple," Daphne replied. "And besides, I'd have to get trashed and deliberately look for Smith to snog - he wouldn't be at a Slytherin party."
Tracey nodded solemnly and returned to her fashion magazine. Nearly seconds later, she "A-Ha!"-ed quite loudly, nearly giving Daphne a heart attack.
"What? What is it?" Daphne asked.
Tracey grinned sneakily. "Mistletoe."
Daphne stared. "What?"
"Mistletoe!" She repeated. "Mis-tle-toe! It's perfect! It's nearly Christmas anyway, so it won't look too obvious, and it's an easy excuse to snog him!"
The girls stayed up late into the night, planning out how Daphne would accidentally-on-purpose bump into Zacharias...
....
"So let's go over this one more time. You'll leave potions right before he does, you'll drop all your books and make a big scene about picking them up, he'll help you get them..."
Daphne nodded, applying her dark red lipstick, properly titled "You-Can-Make-Him-Want-You."
"Then, I'll be on the staircase and I'll lower the Mistletoe, you'll snog, and then all your Christmas wishes will be answered!"
Daphne rose an eyebrow.
Tracey shrugged. "Or something like that, I don't know. The point is: You'll finally get that snog you've been dying for." The bell rang, and Daphne grinned. "Go, Daphne! And make sure you're out of the class before he is!"
...
The class went by exceptionally slow - she took no notes except for the doodles on the side of her parchment, and when she was called on in class, had no idea whatsoever about what they were talking about. Twenty house points were taken away, but she didn't really care - she was too nervous and excited about the prospect of kissing Zacharias Smith. She glanced over at him subconsciously, wondering what he was doing, and was shocked to see him glancing over at her as well. They both looked at each other with nervous, widened eyes, and quickly looked back at their parchments.
How strange, Daphne thought to herself, but tried not to think too much of it.
...
What seemed to be nearly five years later, the bell rang, signaling the end of class. Daphne clearly had no concept of time, and was unprepared to leave the class before Zacharias. She gathered up her things quickly, nearly tripping over her schoolbag on her way out the door in a desperate attempt to get to the corridor, and was aggravated when she saw Zacharias nearly halfway down the hall already. She grumbled and took off her slightly-heeled shoes -- despite the fact that they were prohibited to wear during school hours, she was in absolute love with them and refused to wear anything else to the classes she had with fit boys -- and began running down the corridor.
Now, the plan was to get in front of him, drop her bags, make a big deal out of picking them up, and get him to help her. However, this was apparently unnecessary, because she clearly had not mastered the art of running with shoes, books, and a schoolbag in her hands. She tripped over something -- a first year, maybe -- and went pummeling into Zacharias, saving her the trouble of acting.
"Ouch!" he yelled; she was on top of him, and her elbow was in a very uncomfortable place for him.
"Oh Merlin!" she squealed, both horrified and excited over this new turn of events. "I'm so sorry!"
Zacharias cringed and nodded. Daphne had not yet moved, and while she figured she probably should, she rather enjoyed the feeling of his robes underneath her body. You're going to hell for this, she told herself. Although she had done things ten thousand times more horrible and sinful than laying on a boy after accidentally crashing into him in a crowded corridor, the facts were that this boy was a Hufflepuff, she was a Slytherin, and she was enjoying this entirely too much. This sin trumped any other sin she could ever think to commit.
"So, I'm er-"
"Daphne," Zacharias said. "I know."
Daphne blinked. "You do?"
"You're well-known around here," he said, rolling his eyes. "Don't act so surprised that I know who you are. You probably don't even know my first na-"
"Zacharias," she answered curtly, suddenly annoyed by him. "Zacharias Smith. And I'd like to get up now, thank you," she said, as if he were keeping her down without her permission.
"You can get up anytime you like, no one's asking you to stay," he replied rudely.
She was speechless -- here she was, this attractive, beautiful, alluring girl, laying on top of an equally attractive boy who certainly did not deserve her attention, and he seemed annoyed by her! Didn't he know how lucky was? Didn't he know how many boys wanted to be in the exact position he was in? He clearly didn't deserve her --
Pop.
"What was that?" Daphne asked, glaring down at him accusingly.
Zacharias grinned cheekily.
"What? What? What is it?"
He shrugged. "Look up, won't you?"
She glanced up and saw magical mistletoe dangling above their heads. Upon closer inspection, she saw someone running past them on the staircase nearest to them. Daphne had nearly forgotten about the task at hand, and she wasn't entirely sure if she was happy to see the mistletoe there -- he was still fit, and she still wanted to kiss him, but he was being a total arse!
He smirked. "Well?" he asked, closing his eyes and puckering his lips.
She scowled: for someone so attractive, he was such a git! He didn't deserve her kiss! She licked her lips, hoping to make her lipstick wetter and stickier, and leaned into his face. He smiled expectantly, and she wanted to wipe his arrogant smile off his face. She decided to bypass his lips and instead planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek. She grinned when he made a disgusted face and she silently put on a spell on the lipstick stain: he couldn't wipe it off; it would stay that way until he washed it off with soap and water, which would be difficult to do before dinner.
He grumbled as she elbowed him once again, purposefully this time, and picked up her things without his help. She then skipped down the corridor, feeling very good about herself.
...
Later that evening in the Great Hall, Tracey apologized to Daphne.
"What're you saying you're sorry for?" Daphne asked.
Tracey frowned. "For not doing the whole mistletoe thing. I had to stay after class, because McGonnagal caught me passing notes to Theodore, and then of course Theo had to give me this long speech about the Horrors of Passing Notes and Getting Caught, which of course led to an argument, and then we obviously had to snog to get rid of our pent-up aggression, and --"
"What do you mean you couldn't do the mistletoe thing? But weren't you the one who put the mistletoe over our heads?"
Tracey crossed her arms. "No, I just told you, I wasn't able to. What are you talking about?"
Daphne was silent as she tried to figure out what, exactly, was going on.
A few tables away, Ernie Macmillan nudged Zacharias.
"Hey, Smith," he said, stealing a piece of bread off his friend's plate. "So... how'd it go?"
Zacharias smiled. "You were brilliant. She just surprised me, is all."
Ernie rose an eyebrow. "Surprised you how?"
He looked around and then turned his face to show Ernie his right cheek, which still had the lipstick stain. Ernie burst out laughing.
"How come you haven't taken it off yet?"
Zacharias glanced over at Daphne's table, and smirked when he saw her looking at him from the corner of her eye. She quickly looked away and became extremely (and falsely) interested in a conversation with Pansy.
"I don't know, mate," he replied, still watching the brunette. "It's kind of like a badge of honour, isn't it?"
Ernie laughed again. "You're such a pouf."
Zacharias shrugged. "It is the most wonderful time of the year, Ernie. And I plan on making it as wonderful as possible." He turned to his friend again and lowered his voice. "So let's plan how we're going to spike her hot chocolate..."