Fairy Lights and Mistletoe (Hermione x reader)

Fairy Lights and Mistletoe

Happy holidays everybody! And enjoy this Christmas themed Hermione x Reader!

"Candygram," You say cheerfully as you slide into the chair next to Hermione.

A member of the Golden trio and your not so secret crush since year one, she was seated in the library studying frantically. She looked up at the sound of your voice with mild annoyance.

"Ron and Harry told me I'd find you here, I brought you a hot chocolate," You slid a mug carefully towards her and she took it gratefully.

"Thanks, [y/n]," She said before taking a sip and turning back to her books.

You huffed in frustration and leaned forward, "So, have you heard the news?"

"What news?"

"You know, the Yule Ball, first time without a Triwizard Tournament!"

"Oh that," Hermione shook her head, "I'm not going."

"What?" you shouted, causing several people to turn and shoosh you. You ducked down sheepishly and whispered, "What do you mean you're not going?"

Hermione looked up and frowned, "Keep your voice down, will you? I'm not going because I've got work to do. Madame Pomfrey wouldn't let me out of bed all week while I had the flu and I need to catch up."

Your rolled your eyes and scoffed, "If there's anyone who doesn't need to catch up after being sick it's you, you're brilliant anyway. I'm sure it's nothing that can't wait."

Hermione sighed and pushed her chair out, "If you don't leave me alone, I'm going up to my room."

You pouted, "Aww, don't be like that, I was just hoping you'd go to the ball with me that's all. It would be the best Christmas present a girl could ask for."

"Fine," She relented, a half smile on her lips, "If you let me study now, I'll go to the ball with you, okay?"

"Yay!" You cheered leaping to your feet and another chorus of shushing rang out. "Sorry," You whispered then smiled giddily, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

"You're the best Hermione, does this mean we're finally going on a date?"

Hermione laughed, "Yes [y/n], you've got a date to the dance, now shoo."

You clapped and gave her a quick hug before running off excitedly, "Good luck with your studying! I can't wait for the ball!"

A week later, the ball was upon you and you were about to lose your mind. You were at the ball before Hermione had gotten there and minutes had gone by with no sign of the studious girl. 

Harry and Ron had been by to reassure you that she would be there soon but you were starting to get impatient. Then, at last, there she was.

She took your breath away.

Hermione was wearing a gorgeous [favourite/colour] dress that seemed to flutter in an invisible breeze. She looked like a goddess.

You walked up to her shyly and took her by the hand, "You look beautiful," you say smiling brightly.

She blushed slightly and smiled back, "Thanks, so do you."

This made you glow and you pulled her towards the dance floor, "Come, let's have some fun!"

As the band began a new song, the two of you began to dance. You moved in perfect synchronisation. It was a sight to behold and everything you had dreamed of. But it was missing one thing, a touch of Christmas.

As the ball drew to a close you started slowly guiding Hermione to the door, hoping she wouldn't notice. However, being the clever person that she is, she picked up on it rather quickly. "Where are we going?"

You cleared your throat, "Well umm, the ball is almost over and I wanted to uh, show you something."

She looked at you suspiciously for a moment then shrugged, "Alright, your ideas are usually fun, let's go."

She thought your ideas were fun? You suppressed an excited grin and led her out to an empty corridor. Once you'd gotten here, you began to wander, your eyes scanning the ceilings.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, laughing a little at how silly you looked.

"I'm just uh, oh there, come on," you'd found what you were looking for. You started humming [your favourite Christmas song] and slow dancing with Hermione, gradually making your way over to where you were looking earlier.

Soon you were right where you'd planned, underneath the mistletoe. You pointed up, a hopeful look in your eyes.

Hermione followed your gaze and blushed. "Really? Talk about cheesy."

You opened your mouth to stammer out a reply but Hermione cut you off with a finger to your lips. "Don't talk," she said rolling her eyes, but her smile gave away her enjoyment of the situation. "I take it back, it's not cheesy, it's cute."

Before you could even think of a reply, she was kissing you. You melted into it with one single thought running through your head, 'Merry Christmas to me'.