Her patrol partner having abandoned her, she’d come knocking on the 7th year boys dorm. Braving the possibility of having to speak with Lucius or one of the other unpleasant possibilities, she’d managed to track down Rodolphus and persuade him to keep her company.
They hadn’t exactly been very responsible with their patrolling - too focused on catching up and lost in whatever their conversation was on at the moment to notice anything. They likely would have missed a small herd of third years actually crossing their path, so it should have been surprise when she felt the increasingly familiar tug at her feet that meant they had stumbled into the path of mistletoe.
“Bloody hell,” she said quietly and in a tone her mother would not have approved of, looking above them to see the parasitic symbol of holiday romance. “Is no one on Hogwarts staff bothered by the fact that they’re arranging for underage children to be hooking up in the halls? No one? No one at all?”
Shaking off her irritation at the ridiculous way this school was run, she faced Rod with a sheepish smile. Only a small ball of discomfort sat in her stomach, thinking about where they had been just a year ago. But a year had passed, and so much had changed - including how they felt - so there was no point in making a fuss over it. Standing up on her toes, she pressed her lips to his before she pulled away. Without acknowledging the kiss, she wound her arm through his, she pulled him along the hallway with her. “Now, what were you saying about Hogsmeade next month?”