A Gift for articcat621: Under the Mistletoe, Hermione/Charlie
Author: flipflop_diva
Recipient: articcat621
Title: Under The Mistletoe
Pairing: Hermione/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count/Art Medium: 2,500 exactly
Summary: The Weasleys’ annual Christmas party promises to be full of mistletoe and ample opportunity for Hermione to finally share her first kiss with Charlie. That is, if she can ever stop accidentally snogging other people first.
Author's Notes: Based on this most amazing prompt from articcat621: All Character A wants is Character B to kiss them under the mistletoe. Unfortunately, they keep getting caught with the wrong people. Hilarious and awkward times ensue. I hope you like it; I had a ton of fun writing it! And also, a huge thank you to the mods for hosting one of my favorite holiday fests! And to everyone reading, happy holidays!
Hermione checked her hair in the mirror one last time, fixed a spot of lipstick where it had smudged a little and told herself to stop being such a prat, it was only a Christmas party, and she had been to the Weasleys’ place plenty of times so there was no reason to get all worked up.
She pulled her cloak on and felt her heart hammering in her chest. Her stomach felt like it was tangled in knots. She almost didn’t want to look at her own hand to see if it was shaking.
She was being ridiculous, she knew that. It was just a Christmas party with all their friends.
Except it wasn’t. Or hopefully it wasn’t. Or maybe it really just was. She wasn’t sure, and that was the worst part.
Ginny had assured her almost a thousand times in the past few months that Charlie Weasley was indeed flirting with her and did indeed fancy her and that Hermione wasn’t imagining it, but Hermione still was having a bit of a hard believing it.
He had been all over the world and done some of the most incredible things. What could he see in a girl like her?
But they had been talking. A lot. More than a lot. They had been spending hours together, discussing books and politics and art. Charlie was so knowledgeable on so many things, and when he told her stories of working with the dragons, she could have listened for days.
Still, in all the time they had been spending together since he was home on a sabbatical, they had never once even done anything to remotely suggest that they weren’t just becoming good friends. They never touched, nor even accidentally brushed each other’s hands when they talked. They never had a moment where they stared into each other’s eyes and then glanced at the other’s lips.
Hermione had thought about it - of course, she had thought about it, more times than she could count - but she was having so much fun and if he didn’t feel anything for her, she didn’t want to ruin in.
Except Ginny insisted. And now Hermione was going to a Christmas party where there was going to be mistletoe everywhere and, as Ginny called it, “a perfect opportunity” for the truth to come out.
But what if the truth was he just wanted to be her friend?
Hermione shook her head and scowled at herself in the mirror. She was being so stupid. If he didn’t like her in that way, the world would continue spinning and she would be just fine. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get a date if she wanted, and there were a lot of guys out there. He was just one guy. And this would be one kiss. It wasn’t a big deal.
She grabbed her purse and prepared herself to Apparate. She felt like she might throw up.
This was such a big deal.
--
There was mistletoe everywhere. That’s what Ginny had said was the plan. And by everywhere, Hermione saw that Ginny had really meant everywhere. It was hanging in door frames and floating over the butterbeer bowl, and there was so much in the area that had been set aside for dancing, Hermione wasn’t sure how anyone out there wasn’t just snogging non-stop.
It was almost an obstacle course getting to the food. She sidestepped Harry and Draco going at it, Neville and Luna who seemed completely oblivious to anyone else and Ron and Pansy who were a few seconds away from tearing each other’s clothes off.
From the other side of the room, Ginny gave her a thumbs up and a huge grin, and Hermione smiled in return, trying to show she was thankful for all this help and not overwhelmed by what was actually happening.
She hadn’t seen Charlie anywhere yet - perhaps he was still getting ready? - but she figured she would grab some food and take it to some area not infested by mistletoe and wait there until she saw him.
Yes, that seemed a quite reasonable plan.
The food looked delicious. Molly had obviously outdone herself. Hermione was helping herself to some roast turkey, roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding when she felt a tap on the shoulder.
She turned around, a smile on her face, expecting to see Charlie but instead coming face to face with George Weasley.
“George,” she said. “Hi.”
George grinned and pointed upward. Suddenly feeling her pulse quicken, Hermione lifted her head and felt her heart drop like a rock. Like a fool, she had been standing underneath the mistletoe and hadn’t even known it.
“Oh,” she said, feeling a bit flustered. “I’m sorry. I’ll just move over.”
But George was shaking his head. “It’s tradition,” he said, and then before she could think, he was leaning toward her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Happy Christmas, Hermione,” he whispered into her ear before pulling back. Hermione felt her face flood with warmth.
“Happy Christmas, George,” she said, quickly stepping out from under the mistletoe. George turned around and headed off, and Hermione’s mouth dropped open in horror.
Standing right behind where George had just been was the man she had been hoping to see. For a moment, she thought maybe he hadn’t seen her and George, but as soon as their eyes met, he shook his head and laughed.
“You and George under the mistletoe, huh?” he said, a twinkle in his eye.
Hermione felt her face get even hotter. She wondered if she could dive under the food table.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I was just … and he was … and it wasn’t …”
Charlie’s laugh interrupted her. “You don’t need to apologize, Hermione,” he said. “You weren’t doing anything wrong, were you? It’s a party. You should enjoy yourself.”
“I … But I …”
“I’ll see you around okay?” He grinned at her again, shook his head, still laughing a little, and then disappeared.
Hermione closed her eyes. She wanted to die. Or cry. This was not how this was supposed to go.
She forced herself to take a breath and opened her eyes back up. No, she was not going to feel sorry for herself. The party was just starting. She had lots of time to end up under the mistletoe with Charlie. And if she didn’t, because he didn’t want to, that was okay too. She was at least going to eat good food and consume good beverages and have a good time.
With her mind made up, she turned back to the food table and filled her plate with heaping portions, and then, being sure to avoid the mistletoe all above her, she headed off to find a seat at a table and to eat her meal.
-
Hermione was feeling better, if a little overly full. The food had tasted as delicious as it looked, the butterbeer was creamy and sweet, and the company at her table - mostly a group of her former housemates - was full of cheer and laughter.
She was so busy listening to Lee Jordan’s tale of chasing his pet kneazle through the streets of London in the middle of a crowd of shopping Muggles that she stopped paying attention to the mistletoe that were floating overhead - in addition to all the ones that stayed in place, Ginny had enchanted a bunch of them to float around the party, stopping above unsuspecting couples.
That is, until George, who was seated across from her and Lee, suddenly hooted with laughter.
“Oh, Hermione!” he said. “I think that mistletoe likes you.”
The laughter dying on her lips as her heart filled with dread, Hermione tipped her backward and almost cursed at the mistletoe dancing about a foot above her. She dropped her head back to its normal position and gave a small shrug in Lee’s direction.
“It really is fine to ignore it,” she said.
“Ignore mistletoe over the head of one of the most beautiful women in the room?” Lee gasped in mock horror and placed his hand over his heart, as if in shock. “How could I?”
For the second time that day, Hermione felt her cheeks flood with colour.
“Really,” she insisted, “it’s okay.”
“Really,” Lee said back. “I don’t mind.”
“Kiss!” George shouted from across the table. “Kiss, kiss!” echoed the others, and once again Hermione wanted to borrow Harry’s invisibility cloak and disappear from the party forever.
But instead, she grinned at Lee like it was no big deal and leaned forward. He met her halfway.
He was a good kisser. Soft lips, firm against hers, no slobber in the way. He kissed her for a few seconds and then pulled back with a smile.
“Well, that was fun,” he said.
“It sure looked like fun,” came a voice.
Hermione whirled around and felt the blood drain from her face. Charlie stood there, just inches away, smiling at her, but this time his smile didn’t look quite as amused as the first time.
She stared at him, trying to figure out what to say.
“Right time, right place,” Lee told him. “Stick around and it could happen for you.”
Charlie’s eyes met Hermione’s for a quick moment. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ve got to get a refill.” He held up his empty glass, nodded in the direction of the beverage table, and then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd.
Hermione jumped to her feet.
“See you around,” she said hastily to Lee, George and everyone else, before hurrying away crowd after Charlie. If she could just catch up to him and explain, maybe he would understand, and they could find their own mistletoe.
She hurried toward the drink table where Charlie had indicated he had been going, but she didn’t see him anywhere. She turned around in a circle trying to see him between all the couples talking and snogging, but it was dark in the house and she couldn’t make him out anywhere.
She was starting to panic. What if he left? What if she didn’t find him? What if she couldn’t explain?
She made another lap around the room, and then, there, out of the corner of her eye, a familiar figure, talking to Molly Weasley.
Hermione let out a sigh and started to make her way across the room, but all of a sudden Seamus Finnigan was standing in front of her.
“Hi, Hermione,” he said, and pointed upward.
Hermione almost growled. “Not another mistletoe,” she muttered, but the look on Seamus’ face was one of crushing disappointment.
“Oh,” he said. “It’s okay. Maybe someone else …”
Hermione took a breath to calm herself. Where were her manners? This was all in good fun, right?
“Oh, Seamus,” she said, and she leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Happy Christmas.”
He beamed at her. “Happy Christmas, Hermione!”
He bounced off happily. She turned to look where Charlie had been standing with his mother, but of course he was gone. She almost stamped her foot in frustration.
She hurried over to Molly.
“Have you seen Charlie?” she asked, trying to pretend she hadn’t just been watching for him.
“I think he might have gone outside, dear.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley.” Hermione smiled at her gratefully and headed toward the door.
Outside was almost as dark as inside and even more crowded, if that were possible. It was like everyone they had ever gone to school with, and more, were all here, eating and drinking and laughing and snogging, but where was the one person she wanted to see?
She stood on her toes to try to see over everyone’s heads. How was one red-headed guy so hard to find?
“Looking for a certain someone?” came a voice beside her.
She turned around to give Ginny a frustrated look. “I’ve snogged three people under your mistletoe, and none have been him.”
“Oh, look at you, Hermione Granger,” Ginny teased.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“It would be funnier if a certain someone hadn’t seen me snogging all three of those people.”
“Oh.” Ginny’s eyes widened. “Ohhhh.” And then she grinned. “I have an idea,” she said.
“What?”
Ginny lifted her chin and pointed upward. Hermione didn’t have to look to know what was floating above their heads.
“Is this a joke?” she said.
“He’s watching you,” Ginny said. And then she slung her arms around Hermione, one hand gripping the back of Hermione’s neck and pulling her down toward her lips.
For a second, Hermione thought about pushing her away, but what did it matter? If she couldn’t kiss Charlie, she might as well kiss her next favourite Weasley.
Their lips had barely touched when a voice sounded beside them.
“Making the rounds, I see?” There was a teasing note in his voice, but both Hermione and Ginny sprang apart.
It was Ginny who spoke first. “Are you jealous, dear brother?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not the one who’s been pouting all day,” she said.
“I’m definitely not pouting.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Do you even know why there is so much mistletoe at this party?”
“I don’t know,” Charlie said. “Because snogging and Christmas are two of your favourite things?”
Ginny rolled her eyes again. “Yes,” she said. “But no. This is for you, you goof. And her.” She pointed to Hermione.
“What?” Charlie stared at his sister, then looked at Hermione.
“You want … me … to kiss you ... under the mistletoe?” he managed.
Hermione was sure she was as red as Ginny and Charlie’s hair, but she somehow made her head bob up and down.
“Oh,” Charlie said.
Hermione expected her face to burst into flames. She felt tears start to spring to her eyes.
“It’s not a …” she started.
“I’d love to kiss you under the mistletoe,” he said.
Hermione thought she heard wrong. “What?”
“Is that okay?” he said.
“Why are you even asking?” Ginny said.
Hermione nodded. “Yes. Oh, Merlin, yes.”
Ginny moved out of the way. Charlie took her spot, reaching out his hands and taking Hermione’s into his own. They stood there, staring at each other. Time slowed down. Everything else at the party - the noise, the crowd, Ginny - it all disappeared. And then Charlie leaned forward, his arms sliding around Hermione, and hers were around his neck, and they were moving closer and closer together, and then, there … their lips met and fireworks went off and Hermione melted into his touch.
Every kiss she had ever had paled in comparison to the feel of Charlie’s lips moving over hers, to his hands holding her to him, to the feeling in her belly as her whole body lit on fire.
There had never been a more perfect kiss under the mistletoe, and if Hermione had her way, they were going to keep kissing under every strand of mistletoe at the party.
A happy Christmas indeed.
Recipient: articcat621
Title: Under The Mistletoe
Pairing: Hermione/Charlie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count/Art Medium: 2,500 exactly
Summary: The Weasleys’ annual Christmas party promises to be full of mistletoe and ample opportunity for Hermione to finally share her first kiss with Charlie. That is, if she can ever stop accidentally snogging other people first.
Author's Notes: Based on this most amazing prompt from articcat621: All Character A wants is Character B to kiss them under the mistletoe. Unfortunately, they keep getting caught with the wrong people. Hilarious and awkward times ensue. I hope you like it; I had a ton of fun writing it! And also, a huge thank you to the mods for hosting one of my favorite holiday fests! And to everyone reading, happy holidays!
Hermione checked her hair in the mirror one last time, fixed a spot of lipstick where it had smudged a little and told herself to stop being such a prat, it was only a Christmas party, and she had been to the Weasleys’ place plenty of times so there was no reason to get all worked up.
She pulled her cloak on and felt her heart hammering in her chest. Her stomach felt like it was tangled in knots. She almost didn’t want to look at her own hand to see if it was shaking.
She was being ridiculous, she knew that. It was just a Christmas party with all their friends.
Except it wasn’t. Or hopefully it wasn’t. Or maybe it really just was. She wasn’t sure, and that was the worst part.
Ginny had assured her almost a thousand times in the past few months that Charlie Weasley was indeed flirting with her and did indeed fancy her and that Hermione wasn’t imagining it, but Hermione still was having a bit of a hard believing it.
He had been all over the world and done some of the most incredible things. What could he see in a girl like her?
But they had been talking. A lot. More than a lot. They had been spending hours together, discussing books and politics and art. Charlie was so knowledgeable on so many things, and when he told her stories of working with the dragons, she could have listened for days.
Still, in all the time they had been spending together since he was home on a sabbatical, they had never once even done anything to remotely suggest that they weren’t just becoming good friends. They never touched, nor even accidentally brushed each other’s hands when they talked. They never had a moment where they stared into each other’s eyes and then glanced at the other’s lips.
Hermione had thought about it - of course, she had thought about it, more times than she could count - but she was having so much fun and if he didn’t feel anything for her, she didn’t want to ruin in.
Except Ginny insisted. And now Hermione was going to a Christmas party where there was going to be mistletoe everywhere and, as Ginny called it, “a perfect opportunity” for the truth to come out.
But what if the truth was he just wanted to be her friend?
Hermione shook her head and scowled at herself in the mirror. She was being so stupid. If he didn’t like her in that way, the world would continue spinning and she would be just fine. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get a date if she wanted, and there were a lot of guys out there. He was just one guy. And this would be one kiss. It wasn’t a big deal.
She grabbed her purse and prepared herself to Apparate. She felt like she might throw up.
This was such a big deal.
--
There was mistletoe everywhere. That’s what Ginny had said was the plan. And by everywhere, Hermione saw that Ginny had really meant everywhere. It was hanging in door frames and floating over the butterbeer bowl, and there was so much in the area that had been set aside for dancing, Hermione wasn’t sure how anyone out there wasn’t just snogging non-stop.
It was almost an obstacle course getting to the food. She sidestepped Harry and Draco going at it, Neville and Luna who seemed completely oblivious to anyone else and Ron and Pansy who were a few seconds away from tearing each other’s clothes off.
From the other side of the room, Ginny gave her a thumbs up and a huge grin, and Hermione smiled in return, trying to show she was thankful for all this help and not overwhelmed by what was actually happening.
She hadn’t seen Charlie anywhere yet - perhaps he was still getting ready? - but she figured she would grab some food and take it to some area not infested by mistletoe and wait there until she saw him.
Yes, that seemed a quite reasonable plan.
The food looked delicious. Molly had obviously outdone herself. Hermione was helping herself to some roast turkey, roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding when she felt a tap on the shoulder.
She turned around, a smile on her face, expecting to see Charlie but instead coming face to face with George Weasley.
“George,” she said. “Hi.”
George grinned and pointed upward. Suddenly feeling her pulse quicken, Hermione lifted her head and felt her heart drop like a rock. Like a fool, she had been standing underneath the mistletoe and hadn’t even known it.
“Oh,” she said, feeling a bit flustered. “I’m sorry. I’ll just move over.”
But George was shaking his head. “It’s tradition,” he said, and then before she could think, he was leaning toward her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
“Happy Christmas, Hermione,” he whispered into her ear before pulling back. Hermione felt her face flood with warmth.
“Happy Christmas, George,” she said, quickly stepping out from under the mistletoe. George turned around and headed off, and Hermione’s mouth dropped open in horror.
Standing right behind where George had just been was the man she had been hoping to see. For a moment, she thought maybe he hadn’t seen her and George, but as soon as their eyes met, he shook his head and laughed.
“You and George under the mistletoe, huh?” he said, a twinkle in his eye.
Hermione felt her face get even hotter. She wondered if she could dive under the food table.
“Oh, no,” she said. “I was just … and he was … and it wasn’t …”
Charlie’s laugh interrupted her. “You don’t need to apologize, Hermione,” he said. “You weren’t doing anything wrong, were you? It’s a party. You should enjoy yourself.”
“I … But I …”
“I’ll see you around okay?” He grinned at her again, shook his head, still laughing a little, and then disappeared.
Hermione closed her eyes. She wanted to die. Or cry. This was not how this was supposed to go.
She forced herself to take a breath and opened her eyes back up. No, she was not going to feel sorry for herself. The party was just starting. She had lots of time to end up under the mistletoe with Charlie. And if she didn’t, because he didn’t want to, that was okay too. She was at least going to eat good food and consume good beverages and have a good time.
With her mind made up, she turned back to the food table and filled her plate with heaping portions, and then, being sure to avoid the mistletoe all above her, she headed off to find a seat at a table and to eat her meal.
-
Hermione was feeling better, if a little overly full. The food had tasted as delicious as it looked, the butterbeer was creamy and sweet, and the company at her table - mostly a group of her former housemates - was full of cheer and laughter.
She was so busy listening to Lee Jordan’s tale of chasing his pet kneazle through the streets of London in the middle of a crowd of shopping Muggles that she stopped paying attention to the mistletoe that were floating overhead - in addition to all the ones that stayed in place, Ginny had enchanted a bunch of them to float around the party, stopping above unsuspecting couples.
That is, until George, who was seated across from her and Lee, suddenly hooted with laughter.
“Oh, Hermione!” he said. “I think that mistletoe likes you.”
The laughter dying on her lips as her heart filled with dread, Hermione tipped her backward and almost cursed at the mistletoe dancing about a foot above her. She dropped her head back to its normal position and gave a small shrug in Lee’s direction.
“It really is fine to ignore it,” she said.
“Ignore mistletoe over the head of one of the most beautiful women in the room?” Lee gasped in mock horror and placed his hand over his heart, as if in shock. “How could I?”
For the second time that day, Hermione felt her cheeks flood with colour.
“Really,” she insisted, “it’s okay.”
“Really,” Lee said back. “I don’t mind.”
“Kiss!” George shouted from across the table. “Kiss, kiss!” echoed the others, and once again Hermione wanted to borrow Harry’s invisibility cloak and disappear from the party forever.
But instead, she grinned at Lee like it was no big deal and leaned forward. He met her halfway.
He was a good kisser. Soft lips, firm against hers, no slobber in the way. He kissed her for a few seconds and then pulled back with a smile.
“Well, that was fun,” he said.
“It sure looked like fun,” came a voice.
Hermione whirled around and felt the blood drain from her face. Charlie stood there, just inches away, smiling at her, but this time his smile didn’t look quite as amused as the first time.
She stared at him, trying to figure out what to say.
“Right time, right place,” Lee told him. “Stick around and it could happen for you.”
Charlie’s eyes met Hermione’s for a quick moment. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’ve got to get a refill.” He held up his empty glass, nodded in the direction of the beverage table, and then he was gone, disappearing into the crowd.
Hermione jumped to her feet.
“See you around,” she said hastily to Lee, George and everyone else, before hurrying away crowd after Charlie. If she could just catch up to him and explain, maybe he would understand, and they could find their own mistletoe.
She hurried toward the drink table where Charlie had indicated he had been going, but she didn’t see him anywhere. She turned around in a circle trying to see him between all the couples talking and snogging, but it was dark in the house and she couldn’t make him out anywhere.
She was starting to panic. What if he left? What if she didn’t find him? What if she couldn’t explain?
She made another lap around the room, and then, there, out of the corner of her eye, a familiar figure, talking to Molly Weasley.
Hermione let out a sigh and started to make her way across the room, but all of a sudden Seamus Finnigan was standing in front of her.
“Hi, Hermione,” he said, and pointed upward.
Hermione almost growled. “Not another mistletoe,” she muttered, but the look on Seamus’ face was one of crushing disappointment.
“Oh,” he said. “It’s okay. Maybe someone else …”
Hermione took a breath to calm herself. Where were her manners? This was all in good fun, right?
“Oh, Seamus,” she said, and she leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Happy Christmas.”
He beamed at her. “Happy Christmas, Hermione!”
He bounced off happily. She turned to look where Charlie had been standing with his mother, but of course he was gone. She almost stamped her foot in frustration.
She hurried over to Molly.
“Have you seen Charlie?” she asked, trying to pretend she hadn’t just been watching for him.
“I think he might have gone outside, dear.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Weasley.” Hermione smiled at her gratefully and headed toward the door.
Outside was almost as dark as inside and even more crowded, if that were possible. It was like everyone they had ever gone to school with, and more, were all here, eating and drinking and laughing and snogging, but where was the one person she wanted to see?
She stood on her toes to try to see over everyone’s heads. How was one red-headed guy so hard to find?
“Looking for a certain someone?” came a voice beside her.
She turned around to give Ginny a frustrated look. “I’ve snogged three people under your mistletoe, and none have been him.”
“Oh, look at you, Hermione Granger,” Ginny teased.
“It’s not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“It would be funnier if a certain someone hadn’t seen me snogging all three of those people.”
“Oh.” Ginny’s eyes widened. “Ohhhh.” And then she grinned. “I have an idea,” she said.
“What?”
Ginny lifted her chin and pointed upward. Hermione didn’t have to look to know what was floating above their heads.
“Is this a joke?” she said.
“He’s watching you,” Ginny said. And then she slung her arms around Hermione, one hand gripping the back of Hermione’s neck and pulling her down toward her lips.
For a second, Hermione thought about pushing her away, but what did it matter? If she couldn’t kiss Charlie, she might as well kiss her next favourite Weasley.
Their lips had barely touched when a voice sounded beside them.
“Making the rounds, I see?” There was a teasing note in his voice, but both Hermione and Ginny sprang apart.
It was Ginny who spoke first. “Are you jealous, dear brother?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not the one who’s been pouting all day,” she said.
“I’m definitely not pouting.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Do you even know why there is so much mistletoe at this party?”
“I don’t know,” Charlie said. “Because snogging and Christmas are two of your favourite things?”
Ginny rolled her eyes again. “Yes,” she said. “But no. This is for you, you goof. And her.” She pointed to Hermione.
“What?” Charlie stared at his sister, then looked at Hermione.
“You want … me … to kiss you ... under the mistletoe?” he managed.
Hermione was sure she was as red as Ginny and Charlie’s hair, but she somehow made her head bob up and down.
“Oh,” Charlie said.
Hermione expected her face to burst into flames. She felt tears start to spring to her eyes.
“It’s not a …” she started.
“I’d love to kiss you under the mistletoe,” he said.
Hermione thought she heard wrong. “What?”
“Is that okay?” he said.
“Why are you even asking?” Ginny said.
Hermione nodded. “Yes. Oh, Merlin, yes.”
Ginny moved out of the way. Charlie took her spot, reaching out his hands and taking Hermione’s into his own. They stood there, staring at each other. Time slowed down. Everything else at the party - the noise, the crowd, Ginny - it all disappeared. And then Charlie leaned forward, his arms sliding around Hermione, and hers were around his neck, and they were moving closer and closer together, and then, there … their lips met and fireworks went off and Hermione melted into his touch.
Every kiss she had ever had paled in comparison to the feel of Charlie’s lips moving over hers, to his hands holding her to him, to the feeling in her belly as her whole body lit on fire.
There had never been a more perfect kiss under the mistletoe, and if Hermione had her way, they were going to keep kissing under every strand of mistletoe at the party.
A happy Christmas indeed.