harry : i seem to have the best luck! every time i run into draco, there just happens to be a sprig of mistletoe above us.
hermione, amused : how many times have you kissed?
harry, proudly : 327 times so far!
hermione : when’s the wedding?
pansy, reading a book : honestly, draco. you could have just said you liked him. he would have probably kissed you without the greenery.
draco, freaking out and trying to figure out how to reverse the ‘mistletoe spell’ : this is NOT the time for your lectures, pansy! christmas is nearly over and i can’t figure out how to make it go away!