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Trapped Under the Mistletoe

Harry Potter had faced down dragons, fought Death Eaters, and defeated Voldemort, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer panic that overcame him every time Draco Malfoy walked into a room during the holiday season.

It had started innocently enough. Hogwarts, in true festive spirit, had enchanted the castle with decorations for Christmas, including dozens of magical mistletoe sprigs that hung strategically in doorways and corridors. And it wasn't just any mistletoe-this particular mistletoe had a twist: it trapped you underneath it with another person until you kissed.

And Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world, had found himself harboring an embarrassing, secret hope that he and Draco Malfoy would get stuck under one of them.

He knew it was ridiculous. He knew it was absolutely insane. But ever since they had returned for their eighth year, Harry couldn't stop thinking about Draco. Their animosity had faded, replaced with something that felt... charged. It wasn't quite friendship, but it wasn't hatred either. And somewhere along the line, Harry had found himself staring a little too long at Draco's sharp jawline, the way his silver eyes glittered in the low light, and Merlin help him, the way his lips curled into a smirk.

So, yes, Harry Potter wanted to kiss Draco Malfoy. Badly.

The only problem? He couldn't get himself to stay in the same room with Draco long enough for the enchanted mistletoe to work its magic.

Every time Draco was near, Harry turned into a complete mess-jumpy, stammering, and unable to hold a coherent conversation. It wasn't just nerves; it was like Draco's very presence short-circuited Harry's brain, and all he could think about was kissing him. But the second the thought entered his mind, Harry would panic and find an excuse to leave.

Which was why, even though he wanted nothing more than to be caught under the mistletoe with Draco, he kept ruining every opportunity.

It was late afternoon, and the castle was quiet, with most students either in the common rooms or studying in the library. Harry had been wandering the halls, hoping to "accidentally" bump into Draco, when he spotted him coming down the corridor, his silver-blond hair glinting in the soft glow of the enchanted holiday lights.

This was it. This was Harry's chance.

The mistletoe! There had to be mistletoe somewhere nearby. Harry quickly glanced around, his heart leaping as he spotted a sprig of the enchanted greenery hanging just a few feet away. If he could just get Draco to walk under it with him...

Draco was getting closer, his expression unreadable as usual, though his eyes flicked to Harry with mild interest. Harry's stomach flipped, and he felt his palms start to sweat. Why was this so hard?

"Potter," Draco greeted him with a nod, his voice cool but not unkind.

"Malfoy," Harry replied, trying-and failing-to keep his voice steady. He took a step toward the mistletoe, his heart pounding. Just get under the mistletoe. Don't think about it. Don't think about the fact that you want to kiss him. Just act normal.

"Out for a stroll?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah! Just... walking," Harry stammered, mentally kicking himself. He took another step, trying to nonchalantly position himself under the mistletoe. Draco followed him, his gaze flicking up to where Harry was looking.

And there it was-the enchanted mistletoe, hovering right above them.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. This was it! The mistletoe would trap them, and they'd have to kiss. All Harry had to do was stay calm and-

Suddenly, Harry panicked.

The reality of the situation hit him like a Bludger. Kiss Draco? Right here, right now? What if Draco hated it? What if he laughed at Harry? What if Harry completely messed it up?