#magic mistletoe

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episode 125: magic mistletoe 🎄✨🌿

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Fursona and Yandere (I made the fursona up for this prompt, my persona is usually cynocephalic, not anthro. Also the Yandere character is from an adult anime so keep that in mind if you're gonna look it up...)

Niche Interest and Creepypasta (What if I did school revision and art at the same time? could be)

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Magic Mistletoe

Christmas Advent Challenge: Dramione

Chapter 1

Lowering her fork back into her dish, Hermione stared exasperatedly at her two companions. How is it that the 'Brightest Witch of Her Age' settled for such boneheaded friends? As she glowered up at them as Harry stupidly peered at Ron and chuckled as pureed peas dribbled from his mouth; they infuriated her!

Just before entering the Great Hall for dinner the three had been discussing their upcoming escapades and its potential resolutions and now they’re just ignoring what’s happened. Naturally the boys hadn't listened to reason and had belittled Hermione's logic which had resulted in this woeful situation. She raised her fork to her mouth and observed Ron nudging Harry with a smirk on his face.

It had always been those two together and then her. She couldn't help but feel that she always came second to them. She was neither Harry nor Ron's best friend and it was times such as this where she felt alone. It took her back to primary school and her first year. She accepted it on the most part, but it would always haunt her mind with an unsettling niggle.

'That's it. I've had it. I'm gone!' With one last lingeringly, disgruntled glare she dropped her fork, rose and strode away.

Meanwhile, Draco was having similar difficultly. The festivity of the season had put him in an amicably content mood. However, all hopes of a pleasant meal were dashed as a crowd descended around him. Growling, his fork fell from its embrace and he turned to the clutching hand next to him. Simpering by his side, holding him like a lost child, eyes hungry in wanton seduction, was Pansy. ‘How she manages to juxtapose herself like that I’ll never know.’ Childish yet a temptress, it sent shivers of disgust along his spine. He inwardly groaned. He wasn't interested and her inescapable attitude made him feel unable to play. Ever. With anyone. Across from them Crabbe and Goyle heaved themselves downwards, sitting heavily and began piling their plates as though on auto-pilot. On Draco's right, across from one another, Nott and Zambini were placed, nodding demurely.

As quick wit remarks and dumb laughter filled the airspace around him, Pansy stroked his leg. Another joke. Laughter on cue. Fondling resumed. Why was his company always smug, stupid or obsessive? Where was the originality? As his temper mounted he shrugged a manicured claw away. It double-backed and scooted closer.

'Damn.'

He looked over at Theo and Blaise with helpless eyes. "Help!" He mouthed desperately. They looked at each other and then back at Draco, identical smug faces allowing him to anticipate their exact reaction. With a simultaneous shake of their heads he lost hope. He turned to his dunderhead followers with the aim of distracting himself with their conversation.

To no success. Preoccupied with their food they gave off monotonal grunts and carried on their fashion. He turned to the girl beside him and gave up. Any light of escaping had disappeared as if Pansy were a candle snuff. Ensnared in her grip his eyes wandered the Hall. His gaze snagged on Hermione as he caught her staring stonily at her friends. He chuckled, 'What have the Wonder Boys done this time?'

"Draco, darling, ...pay me attention." Her eyes followed his before she continued, "That Mudblood doesn't deserve to be under your gaze Draco."

"And you do?" Draco questioned, whipping his head around to glare at her.

Pansy tittered shocked, "Well yes darling! I am, after all, your-"

"Nothing. You're my nothing," he announced. Those around him stared as he rose and stalked away, no one noticing the Gryffindor with the same target.

She marched defiantly towards the Hall's doors when she saw him approaching. She half-smiled to herself before curling her lip and preparing for battle. 'He looks handsome with his hair all tousled like that. Just an observation.' She was routing for a witty comeback in case he tried anything but still picked up her already hurried pace. Evidently, great minds think alike as Draco too hurried along. She moved under the archway, without incident, and simultaneously with the Slytherin. Except neither could fully pass through as the threshold seemingly had them 'stuck'.

'Great,' Hermione noted sourly. What was the probability that she'd escape unharmed? - unlikely, most likely. She struggled against the forces keeping her in place and she turned to Draco with the intent of demanding her release. Only, he looked as confused as she felt... She peered over her shoulder and saw that the population of the Hall were unaware of their current situation. Phew, although she wished that Harry and Ron would take a second to notice her. 'The irony,' bitterness crept into her thoughts but she pushed it away. She needed to focus. She turned to Draco, summoned the most pleasant smile she could manage before hissing, "Let me go. Right now!"

He had the audacity to look shocked and sneered, "Funny, I was about to say the same thing. Goddammit Granger, you just had to get me stuck, didn't you?!' He was not in the mood for these shenanigans and his stomach was still reeling from the distress settled there. His head was spinning for potential escape routes; Pansy raising an alarm and pulling him away from the 'mudblood' and into her arms was the best and worst he had. In light of this he chose to stare Hermione down and bully her into releasing him.

Panic shone from his eyes, mirroring her own as she held his gaze. Half as a dare, half for comfort. A giggle of awareness rose throughout the Hall and before one could breathe 'Merlin' every eye was upon them, watching them look desperately at the other.

A cocky Ravenclaw declares, "Guys, it's a Magic Mistletoe!" before collapsing in hysterics. Everyone turned back to the caught couple and were sent into fits of laughter upon viewing the look of horror reflected between Hermione and Draco. Hermione glared at Ron. He was leaning against Harry, tears seeping over his red, scrunched cheeks. Pansy shrieked in disgust causing Draco to think that at least some good may come out of this predicament.

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hey! do you have any jikook HP AUs recs? with slytherin jm and ravenclaw jk, i need like a long list of it, especially ones with dark themed plots, but anything you think is good!

yo yo yo yo @inchellect wus poppin

I’m gonna focus more on the Slytherin JM + Ravenclaw JK aspect, rather than the plot, but these are all good ones:

Harry Potter AU + Slytherin Jimin + Ravenclaw Jungkook

Old Fics

obliviscere + yesteryear’s Charms + call it magic, call it true (Three separate fics, part of the same ask)

New Fics

we’re not broken just bent by calipha (One-shot, E, 16K, Jungkook is an auror and Jimin the son of a dark wizard, enemies to lovers, angst with a happy ending)

Magic Mistletoe by dopper (One-shot, T, 4.4K, Jungkook and Jimin keep getting stuck under the mistletoe together)

Hope you like these!

[backoftheroomandnotbelonging]

Magic Mistletoe

Christmas Advent Challenge: Dramione

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Draco observed Hermione blushing red; he would've wept with laughter if her discomfort hadn't also been his. He lingered on the copper highlights shining in her hair before looking around, eyes skipping over his audience, for a solution. The spectators of the Hall were held captivated by the scene under the archway. News seemed to have spread quickly as the school ghosts were floating through the walls and settling among the students for the show.

Hermione groaned helplessly while seeking answers on Draco's face. It dawned on her that whether he knew what was going on or not, he hadn't anticipated getting stuck. Especially with her. Her attention shifted and focussed on the High Table. 'Surely the teachers can help? They simply cannot allow this to happen. It's barbaric!' Indeed, both Snape and McGonagoll were frantic: swapping their worried looks from the two teenagers to the Headmaster. The Headmaster who was observing the scene, hands interlinked and self-assured that no intervention was required.

"We could blow it up."

Hermione turned her head, eyebrow cocked, "You're not serious... Your go to reaction is to blow the damn doorway up? Yeah, wise."

"Do you have a better idea?" Draco inquired, patiently awaiting her response.

She drunk him in, searching for the meaning behind his words. She knew, that he knew, she was smart but never would she have believed he'd ask her opinion on a matter in public. "We're stuck, right?" Draco nodded subtly, "Almost locked...would you say?" Her eyes would've twinkled if the situation hadn't been so devastating.

Draco raised his gaze from the floor between them and studied her, "Granger, you're good for something, I guess. See why those idiots," he motioned towards Harry and Ron, "keep you around."

Hermione's eyes darkened and her voice grew clipped, "Let's just get out of here." She turned as best she could despite the force of the mistletoe seeming to attract her to Draco, and slipped her wand from her pocket. Directing the tip towards the offending plant she murmured, "Alohomora." Nothing. Flickering resentment settled in her heart, downtrodden but more determined to escape the snatches of this magic than ever. "Alohomora!" She exclaimed with finality; nothing. Behind her she heard a snicker, she turned ready to chew out her fellow prisoner only to feel jerked towards his chest. Now, barely inches away from touching, her breath catches. She peers up at him and watches the molten swirls in his eyes. Intensity like she has never seen before lay behind the fear lacing his stare.

Draco felt her chest brush against his, the soft curves of her form seeping warmth through his shirt causing a rippling shudder to fill his taut body. Her sharp intake of air causing the hollowing relief of his. Opposites. Opposing. Magnetising. Her gaze pierced him and his defences fell: fear clouded his body and the strength of his conviction shone through to her. Never had he felt so connected in a single moment, yet here he was with the girl he'd learned to detest. "I don't think it worked."

"What gave you that idea?" She spoke wryly with a hint of a smile upon her lips.

"I'll confess I'm not prepared for this situation," she peered soberly at him from underneath her lashes. "I'm not sure what else I can do without perhaps causing havoc."

Draco faltered through his words, "Always fancied myself some havoc."

She scowled with lip corners quirked before turning from Draco as he released a breath. She reckoned he didn't know he'd been holding it as his shoulders sagged from the exhale. Summoning all her strength, both physical and magical, she forced a step between them before tilting her chin to examine the plant. She knew mistletoe, she'd planted it around the house with her mother at Christmas, knew of its intention. She surveyed the Hall. The audience still avidly watching them stared. She found her two closest friends, neither howling now. Both serious to see her condemned to her fate, 'If only they knew.' Ron, rather red in the face and not from mirth, seemed to hover just above his seat as though he wanted to intervene but was unsure as to how. 'That's why they have me around' she thought peevishly, 'Mouths agape and no clue what to do, bless.' Conducting a quick scan of the teachers' table realised her assumption that no authoritative power would aid them. Their respective Head of Houses had quieted and now perched in their chairs fretting over the potential disaster the scenario may result in. She searched for that obnoxious Ravenclaw and once sure of their attention, lifted her lips into a smirk.

As she spun back to her partner the forces between them tugged her closer again – chests definitely brushing with each inhalation and exhalation now.

Draco looked down at the petite girl resting against him and felt content. 'At least I'm forced to kiss a girl of equal intellectual measure.' He tossed a look over his shoulder: Pansy staring agape, had leant over the table as if reaching forward to him. A smile worked his way upon his face and shaking his shoulders turned back to Hermione. There was no use denying her beauty anymore, it might calm him for when they finally act and free themselves.

"Goodness, call yourself a witch? For the 'Brightest Witch of Our Age' you're quite, well, useless. You think I'm going to kiss you? Nah-uh. No way!" He watched the doubt fall upon her profile.

Hermione felt cold, taunted and bristled. 'He's no better than me yet he thinks he can degrade me like this?' She coolly looked upon him, watching vulnerability slither onto his face as she held his stare. She wouldn't back down. She was tired of her friends, sick of facades and hearing the strings of insults leaving Malfoy's mouth. She'd do what had to be done. She wouldn't break.

Determination slashed through her eyes. Hands clenched and jaw set. Draco cowered inside, was she going to sock him again?

Grim resolve seemed to spark from her hair. Looking into his eyes she softened, 'He really does have beautiful eyes.’ She straightened her slouched posture and drew in a breath. Grabbing the knot of Draco's tie, she tugged his head so her lips pressed against his. Her other arm ran up his limp arm before curling around his shoulders and neck, pulling his chest into hers.

[backoftheroomandnotbelonging]

Magic Mistletoe

Christmas Advent Challenge

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

As the drum of passion reduced its beat in her brain, Hermione’s senses were left soaring. Despite still being surrounded and overwhelmed by Draco, she didn’t fail to notice the silver sparks falling around them. She rose her head, breath heaving against Draco’s cheek and noses brushing, to look at the ceiling. Her eyes snagged and halted at the sight of the softness swaying in his eyes; once again feeling the breath knock from her lungs and the hammering desire to attach her lips to his.

He read her expression with ease and breathed a subtle laugh, but it too halted as he felt warm fingers hook under his chin. His Adam’s Apple bobbed. The skin in contact tingled and the dip between his collarbones throbbed; she could’ve done anything and he would have blindly allowed it. So overwhelmed with feeling that his rationality felt wrapped in a warm blanket, lazy. He tipped his head back, eyes following hers as she peered past him. Around them silver, almost white, sparks flittered - never touching nor harming them. They originated and fizzled from the glowing, glittering stems of the mistletoe, which was now shrinking back as it dissipated into flakes of light. Draco lowered his gaze to Hermione as she simultaneously lowered her hand to flatten against his chest. Tension filled his shoulders as he swam in the fear in her eyes: now there was no magical binding forcing their hand. Now, they were free to act as they wished, respond and correct this scene, as they wished.

Hermione felt Draco inhale deeply: the expansion of his ribcage pushed against her and helped her grasp with reality. He turned his face and assessed the audience in the Great Hall and Hermione followed a second later, ready to brave the storm. Her gaze desperately swept along the Gryffindor table for her best friends. Along the way she witnessed many a student stunned and rooted to their bench and others with laughter bubbling from them for her embarrassment. Ron had firmly planted himself back on the bench and was glowering, knuckles white around the knife he was holding. Hermione risked a look back to Draco before realising that Ron’s glare was intended for her. Guilt, shame and anger pitted itself inside her. He had always belittled and mocked her, laughed in her face as she faced personal adversity and now, they were here. Once she would’ve thought that his teasing and anger was jealousy, grasping for any shred of hope that his volatility wasn’t solely her personality’s fault, but she was wiser now and had learnt that some hope never should’ve been allowed. Her hard stare inspired him to loosen the murderous grip on his cutlery but hardened fury still hollowed his eyes. She scanned Harry’s posture and her mounting anxiety lessened as she ascertained the bewilderment on his features, ‘They’re both stubborn but if I could just explain then-‘ Her thought process was interrupted by a wail.

‘It seemed,’ Draco mused as he watched the Slytherin table, ‘that Pansy had to be physically restrained.’ As though Pansy could hear Draco she shrieked and wrestled against Blaise who, try as he might, was attempting to settle her back on her chair. Draco smirked as he imagined whatever Nott has hissed across the table that got her to settle down. The colour draining from her face and her quick acceptance of his instruction made Draco wonder to what extent of her wrath would he suffer. He supposed that whether or not anything happened, he could always hold Pansy’s disgracefully unladylike behaviour against her as a way to turn down her advances. His gaze fluttered back to Hermione as she furrowed her brow deciphering the reactions and repercussions her friends were bound to ambush her with. He softened. Glancing once again upon his housemates he found Crabbe and Goyle immersed in their meals (he doubted they’d ever strayed) and Blaise and Nott smirking. He mentally rolled his eyes as his lips began to quirk, ‘The sods have known all along! Well at least I’ll have some ranks for when the snakes close in.’

The slouch of his chest alarmed her. Her head began to swivel to meet his, yet her eyes stumbled upon a glittering exchange upon the Heads’ Table. Dumbledore, eyes twinkling more so than usual, shifted to withdraw several gold coins. Puzzled, she followed them as he proceeded to unceremoniously plant them Madame Pomfrey’s outstretched palm. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as mortification seeped through her. She had been so careful, on all the occasions – never once had Madame Promfrey seen them, she had made sure of it. A grave realisation heaved in her stomach as she frantically thought back to all the scuffles and mishaps that had resulted in their sacredly worrisome moments behind the curtains of the infirmary.

Draco had also seen the bet being paid and, for a millisecond, assessed the whole situation as a set up. Dismissing the notion, a grin stretched across his face as his shoulders shook and his eyes glazed over. The recognition of being caught out would’ve stoked an anger within him but he found himself too enthralled in the woman beside him to care. He watched as Hermione resettled her eyes upon him. His amusement grew as he watched her mouth contort from a shocked circle into a replica grin. The uncertainty faded from her eyes as they also filled with the same unspeakable emotion that welled in his. Apparent opposites had found common ground and attachment in each other. Hermione fed off Draco’s energy and, seeing that he wasn’t tense or surly, lifted her hopes and spirits. So they soared, carrying each other higher, while the Hall had settled again to watch the interaction, biding for the tension to reach its peak.

“I suppose they know now,” smirked Draco, once he had regained control of his emotions enough to change his expression.

Hermione dropped her head onto his shoulder and breathed out a giggle. The weight of her settled against the crook of his neck never ceased the sprawl of his smirk. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks and neck, only cooling when Draco’s colder fingertips brushed her curls from her shoulder. She peeked from his shirt as her heart raced at the gesture. He rolled his neck, dropping his face to pepper kisses along her cheekbone and she grasped at his shirt collar. Heat rushed back to her, magnetising her, as she sucked in a breath. Simple, domestic gestures – something neither had experienced or been open in seeking before – filled their soul with such purity and light that they, wrapped in each other’s arms, were content.

It was common knowledge to anyone in the wizarding world that Hogwarts was the safest place: a trustworthy place, a place that held many secrets. Some of which had lasted centuries, others had never really been secret at all. But ultimately, no matter its nature or importance, Hogwarts and the very magic woven between the stones decided when those secrets came to light.

Today, Hermione and Draco’s time ran out. Or...had it just begun?

[backoftheroomandnotbelonging]

Magic Mistletoe

Christmas Advent Challenge

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Goosebumps and fire followed her trail under his shirt. Warmth clouded his mind and the scene around him hazed away. His eyelids fluttered shut on their own accord leaving no hope for any further reciprocation. His limbs felt like lead despite the weightless euphoria he felt; his mind was so intoxicated that all thought and reflex had left him. There was something invigorating about this experience that he’d never felt before – he lay himself open, bare, in front of the entire student body, faculty and fellow prisoner. He didn’t notice the feel of her lips until they had left his. They had the ability to make him feel invincible and yet he’d never felt more vulnerable. He could envision the soft pink of their shape against his during the kiss and the gentle friction between them won out over any excessively lipsticked snog.

Hermione drew away, disappointment flowing through her veins. She understood that this wasn’t an ideal situation for either of them to be in but had she been so disgusting that he couldn’t reciprocate? Feeling crestfallen she raised her gaze past Malfoy towards the height of the arch. ‘Naturally. Mistletoe requires a kiss, so magic infused mistletoe has to be a step above and require the enchantment and willing action of two people in order to dissolve.’ A seed of hate planted itself in her stomach and she lurched away from her partner, dropping her gaze to the floor, trying to compose herself. Tears of shame gathered in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. Refusing to look anywhere aside from her shoes, and decidedly away from her audience, she stuttered out a breath. She felt broken and precarious.

Draco blinked to clear the remnants of the previous few moments from his head. Sensing Hermione lowering her head he raised his. Opposites. Securing his gaze on the plant in question he glowered. Its distinct appearance in the doorway meant the charm hadn’t ‘unstuck’ them yet. He knew the longer they were in this position the more suspicions and insecurity will be raised. Tilting his chin to capture Hermione’s lips again his nose pressed against the crown of her head. The scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils and settled his mounting unease. Sensing the tension in her shoulders, he hovered his hand among the creases of her shirt before settling his palm in the dip of her waist. Heat flowed between them exchanging energy and support to the other. It was, to Draco, as though they were magnetically attracted to one another and the very thought of him not holding her waist caused a spike in his blood pressure. He watched in bemusement as her hair whipped around her face and the pupils framed by hazel widened.

Her eyebrow arched, questioning; but the liquid fire accumulating in her blood made her hesitate. She knew he needed to kiss her and when he did, she needed to kiss back but she was mortified and wanted nothing more to escape and curl up in front of a fire with a good book. ‘But wouldn’t it be more comforting to read a book by firelight with this man’s chest against your back?’ Her mouth snapped shut at the absurdity of the thought, but the corners peaked with subtle pleasure. The quirks of Draco’s smile twisted into his smirk before dipping his head until his face, lips, were hovering a fraction from hers. His hands were making her lose track of rational thought: one offering weight and steady warmth, the other caressing mindless patterns on the back of her hip. The dizzying fizzle of his fingertips streamed electricity into her, but the intensity of his eyes steadied her. The look they shared was so heavy, so charged, so meaningful that without conscious thought Hermione slid her palms to cradle Malfoy’s skull. A glistening flash of his canines and Hermione’s chagrin shifted into eager nervous energy as from the slight smile emerged a grin.

“Let’s give this another go, shall we?” Draco breathes as he cements his fingers at the base of Hermione’s spine and tugs her abruptly towards him. In a second, every possible inch of their bodies was against the other and necks had been stretched to meet. The collision of their lips extracted murmurs of reaction from both parties, but Hermione’s muffled whimper fuelled Draco’s imagination and he knew he’d not leave this experience unaffected.

Breathless. Tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, warmth rushed through her always originating from him. Every sense was overwhelmed by him: there was nothing but him. The blood thundering in her ears surely synchronised with the intense pounding of his heart. And the aroma of him. Ink, cologne and wind from high altitudes. The kiss, much like the adrenaline, slowed as the couple fell comfortable in the other’s embrace. The lazy slant of their lips stoked the fire in her chest and the mumbling approval he graced her with was so pure and ardent that Hermione’s mind scrambled to collect every detail of this encounter into her flushing mind. Suddenly fearing that they’d part and whatever emotion that had overcome them would dissipate, her tongue ventured to tentatively poke Malfoy’s bottom lip; the slightest part of his lips and she journeyed to prolong the kiss.

The audacious movement rendered Draco stunned and shivers caressed his spine, everything shared between them perfectly encapsulated in this brief moment. In response to the renewed vigour he snaked and entwined his hands into her locks, knotting her curls between his knuckles, securing her position against him. When her tongue pushed to explore another crevice of his mouth, he tugged the base of the strands eliciting a quirk in her lips through the kiss. He chuckled and the sudden clash of teeth should’ve ruined the moment but only increased the desperate reach for the other in the forbidden opportunity. She moaned and he swears the sound is seared into the very essence of his body, his bones, forever. Vibrations resonated between their lips and their reaction was one worthy of a chiding.

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