Harry Potter Characters X Reader

19: Mistlefoe

TW: none. Rating: dirty jokes.

I sat with Elaine in Lupin's. Lupin seemed to be in a wonderful mood today, making all of us excited for class.

"What do you think we're doing today?" Elaine asked.

"I'm not sure, but it's going to be fun. After Binns', I can't handle more notes."

"I hear you," she agreed.

The Slytherin five walked in, laughing at something. Their laughs made my ears bleed. At the back was him, so silent and expressionless that he almost seemed like he wasn't part of the group. But he was. Malfoy sat in the very back of our column with Crabbe. Goyle and Nott sat in front of them. And Zabini sat in front them, directly behind me.

"Of course," Elaine muttered, "Something to ruin today."

"Don't pay them any mind." As I whispered to her, a sudden draft caught my hair. Zabini? Strange, he'd never done anything himself. I figured he was 'too cool' to acknowledge the plebs existence. "Did you feel that?"

She shook her head.

"Ventus. It was really, really weak."

"Where at?"

"Hair."

"Huh..."

"Weird."

"Very."

Lupin rose as the last students arrived for class. "Good day, everyone. Tomorrow is officially Christmas season by London standards! For the entirety of the Christmas season, one pair will duel every day. To choose who duels, we have this little thing." He pulled out a few leaves with some berries. "Mistletoe or, under its new title, mistlefoe." He put his wand to it, and the berries traded color with the leaves. "Every day, this little sprig of joy and evil will find a place in the room. The first pair to stand under it will duel."

We all clapped and murmured excitedly.

"Tomorrow will be the first day of Mistlefoe, so be prepared."

As class started, a note folded into a leaf fluttered down beside me on a light breeze of Ventus. I unfolded it to see a cute yet slightly threatening message.

I'd like to meet you under the mistlefoe. Or perhaps the mistletoe.

I tucked it away in my pocket and made a quick mental note to talk to Elaine after class.

***

"I don't understand though," I insisted.

"A boy's trying to flirt with you. End of discussion," Elaine affirmed.

"But it came from behind us, meaning it was one of the five. It has to just be teasing, right?"

"I don't know, but it was probably whoever blew your hair."

"So teasing, right?"

"Did it hurt when he messed with your hair?" she asked.

"No."

"Then it's flirting. When they tease, they hurt, not annoy. Instead of pulling your hair, he was playing with it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she affirmed.

"Then who was it?"

"Don't know."

"Not Malfoy or Crabbe, Nott and Goyle were in the way. And Zabini was in Goyle's way. So either..."

"Nott or Zabini. Who do you hope it is?"