Title: Mistletoe
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry/Ginny
Prompt: Mistletoe
Word Count: 476
Rating: PG-13
Summary:Mistletoe makes for a very fun Christmas at Hogwarts.
The thing with mistletoe at Hogwarts was that it appeared in the most unexpected moments. Maybe it was the Founders idea of a joke, but for as long as anyone could remember mistletoe would be out of sight when you wanted it, and then, when you least expected it, it would be hanging just on top of your head. Usually when you were talking to the one person you’d never thought to kiss.
Yes, Ginny thought this magical mistletoe was probably someone’s idea of a Christmas joke. And knowing her luck, mistletoe would probably appear over her head as soon as she managed to have a few words with Harry. This was exactly the reason why she’d started avoiding him ever since Neville had proven that this magical mistletoe had a knack for mischief, as his rather embarrassing incident with Lavender, had proved.
As much as she was dreading the sight of green these days, it seemed like Hermione was constantly on the lookout for it. Strangely enough, she never seemed to go anywhere without Ron these days, and Ginny wondered for a fleeting second if Hermione’s lame attempts at concealing her real intentions were actually working.
Moments later, she was left to wonder about ‘stupid gits’, and ‘insufferable know-it-alls”, as from the other side of the hallway she caught Hermione and Ron, standing below the mistletoe. Time seemed to stand still, and then, Ron leaped out of the way and Hermione, poor Hermione, sped past Ginny muttering a few choice words.
“Ron, you IDIOT!” Ginny bellowed at him as she rounded on the offender, barely noticing Harry’s bemused smile at his side. “WHAT in the WORLD is wrong with YOU? Did Mum drop you a few too many times when you were a baby?” She felt really angry all the sudden at her discovery that, as lame as Hermione’s attempts at cover-up had seemed to her, Ron still hadn’t noticed.
“WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST KISS THE GIRL, YOU DOLT?”
She was beyond angry now. It was almost like she was the one on the receiving end of such male ignorance. “It’s not so hard, you know,” she continued because Ron wasn’t even fighting back, and that bothered her. “All you have to do, is this,” she was saying, and then she found herself turning to the person next to Ron, and before her mind could comprehend that it was Harry, she was kissing him, and then she knew, without a doubt, that this was him, this was Harry, and this wasn’t the way to solve things.
Seconds later, she found herself running along the same route as Hermione had taken minutes before, while behind her two dumbfounded boys gaped at each other, equal expressions of bewilderment on their faces.