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Harry’s lips are ever so suddenly occupied, and he grasps for the girl’s shoulder so he doesn’t lose his balance and make a fool of himself.
But as he opens his eyes, he recognizes the bushy hair and the faint freckles on her cheeks.
“Hermione?”
There was a mistletoe hanging above them, that was why she had the incentive to kiss Harry. It was one thing she could say to him, but he knew her to well to know that she was not one to do such things as kiss another because of said foliage dangling above them.
Hermione couldn’t bare to look him in the eyes, as she pulled back somewhat. Her cheeks where a flamed with embarrassment, teeth sinking in her lower lip, when she finally found the courage to meet his brilliant green gaze.
“Mistletoe, Harry. It’s hanging right above our heads. You know you’re suppose to kiss the person you’re with when standing underneath one.”














