Merry Christmas Mr. Malfoy (Book 1)

Chapter 9 : The Mistletoe Predicament

The Mistletoe Predicament

"Mistletoe! Mistletoe! Students under the mistletoe!"

"Peeves, I swear, I will set the Baron on you and you will regret ever crossing my path," Draco snarled furiously.

"How? How do you expect to do that you can't move?" Peeves cackled joyfully, hovering and flying around the couple, laughing hysterically. "Ahaha! You can't move! The mistletoe won't let you until you kiss! Kissy-kissy-kissy!"

"I'll send him my bloody Patronus!" Draco shouted, eyes flashing dangerously, moving his gaze from Hermione to the annoying poltergeist.

The poltergeist stopped, pausing beside the couple as he took in Draco's face. Normally the being would not believe a word the blond said, normally he was slow to understand and lacked common sense, but the fury in the blond's eyes made him fear the living being.

"Going now!" he cried, flying off to torture some other poor students in the castle.

Draco let go of Hermione's wrists to rub his face in frustration, fearing what would happen if he dared look above his head. His frustration directed towards the woman before him turned towards the damn poltergeist. The bloody thing had probably been attracted by their argument and had decided to put the damn sprig above their heads.

"Is it really there?" he groaned, fearing the worst.

Hermione's frustration, too, faded just enough for her to worry about what this might mean if the mistletoe were there. Slowly, she tilted her head back and scowled vehemently.

"Unfortunately," she spat.

"Great!" he snarled through his fingers.

"Can't we just ignore it?" she asked.

This made him lower his hands and look at her in shock. Hermione Granger didn't know about the mistletoe spell? Hermione Granger, the witch who knew every single bloody spell in the world, did not know about magical mistletoe?

Well, this certainly was enlightening.

"We can't just walk away," he replied.

"Why not?"

"Don't say it like it's my fault," he snapped. "There's a fucking charm on it! Whenever two people meet under the damn thing, they cannot move from the spot until they kiss."

"Oh..." She looked from him to the mistletoe and back to him before frustration made its way back to her face, twisting her features. "It is your fault!"

"My fault?" he gawked, eyes hardening. "It's your bloody fault you decided to carry this damn tree! If we had just levitated the thing, we wouldn't be in this situation!"

"Ha!" she barked. "If you hadn't spent the whole time bitching, then we wouldn't be here! We would already be back in the Tower and setting it up!"

"If you hadn't let go of the fucking thing, we wouldn't be here!" he shouted, gesturing angrily with his hands.

"Well if you learnt to shut your trap and deal with stuff then I wouldn't have gotten annoyed!" She stabbed him in the chest with her finger.

"If you could learn to control your temper we wouldn't be here!"

"Argh! I can't stand you!"

"And I can't stand you!" He stepped closer, towering over her.

"I refuse to kiss you and your disgusting mouth!"

"Likewise!"

They huffed loudly, spinning on the spot, turning their backs to each other. Hermione crossed her arms angrily over her chest, thinking of various ways to hex the blond into oblivion. Draco shoved his hands into his pockets, muttering a myriad of curses directed towards the brunette.