Ordinary Days (Harry Potter x Fem!Reader)

mistletoe || ☃️

requested by: Colonel_Waffles

Winter holidays were fast approaching, and to get into the festivities, a few Gryffindor students took it upon themselves to decorate the common room. Tinsel was strung around the fireplace mantle, enchanted lanterns floated near the ceiling, and tabletops and desks were lined with holly. That was not all, for one cheeky student took a sprig of mistletoe and enchanted it to appear above students' heads at random.

It had a penchant for showing up at the most inopportune of moments. (Y/N) began to fear spending time in the common room after it appeared over her and Ginny when they were discussing Quidditch. Harry and Ron wouldn't let them live it down for days.

From then on, (Y/N) wouldn't speak to anyone unless it was outside of the common room. Anytime Dean would catch her on his way out, she would insist that they spoke on the way to breakfast. If Lavender had a question about Ron's whereabouts, (Y/N) wouldn't answer her until they were safely in the hallway, away from any lurking mistletoe.

Harry, however, was doing everything he could to get her back into the common room. He would forget things and ask her to go with him to get them. He would talk of new decorations she needed to see. He would pretend to misplace things right before they would leave for class and ask for her help finding them.

(Y/N) would play along every time, but they still had yet to fall victim to the unfortunately timed mistletoe.

It was late one December night. The fireplace crackled and popped, warming the otherwise chilly air. Harry and (Y/N) sat at a table trying their best to finish up Snape's latest essay before their last day of classes. Everyone had long gone to bed. Hermione finished her essay days ago and Ron, who hadn't even begun his, opted to take the zero, so they were left to figure everything out on their own.

(Y/N) was beginning to grow tired, and with three paragraphs left to write, quite irritated at Snape for his inconsiderate sense of timing. All the other professors had final assignments due days ago, but he'd given them one extra for what (Y/N) thought was just so they wouldn't have too much fun.

She looked up to check the time, but instead met Harry's eyes. He was quick to turn back to his parchment in hopes that she hadn't caught him staring. It was too late, of course.

(Y/N) smiled, for she thought it was sweet, and she set down her quill. "How's your essay coming?"

Harry looked up again, and even in the dim firelight, she could see his pink cheeks. "I gave up ages ago," He admitted. "I'm just trying to make it look full."

"I'm almost tempted to do the same thing," (Y/N) said.

She glanced at the clock. It was a quarter past midnight. Their first class would be at 8:30 the next morning, but (Y/N) knew Hermione would have her up and heading down to breakfast by 7:00, just so she wouldn't have to talk to Lavender first thing. She had to decide which she cared about more: her grade in Defense Against the Dark Arts, or getting a decent night's rest.

"Hey," Said Harry. "(Y/N)?"

"Hm,"

"What would you say if there was mistletoe above you?"

(Y/N) looked up, feeling her pulse jump, but there was nothing there. She looked above Harry next, but there was still no mistletoe in sight.

"What are you on about?" She questioned.

"What would you say?" Harry asked again.

(Y/N) studied him for a moment, and then, finally catching on, she said, "Hypothetically?"

"Oh, yeah," Harry nodded. "Completely hypothetical."

She felt herself smile. (Y/N) took a moment to pretend to think. "I'd tell you to kiss me." She answered. "And you would...?"

"Well, hypothetically," Harry got out of his seat and walked around to where (Y/N) was sitting. Taking her hand in his, he pulled her to her feet and came in close. "I would have to. It's mistletoe rules."

Harry's face was so close to her's in the dim firelight that she could smell something sweet on him. (Y/N)'s face burned, and her eyes moved from his own to his lips as she leaned in closer. (Y/N) realized the sweet smell was the chocolate frogs they'd been sharing. She wondered if he could sense it on her, too, and then he kissed her.

His lips moved delicately against her own, but surer than kisses past. His fingers gently brushed her cheek as they moved to get tangled in her hair. (Y/N) leaned into his touch and gripped the soft fabric of his sweater to bring him closer. As she did so, his breath caught, and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile against his lips before she kissed him again.

She thought about the likelihood of another Gryffindor student waking up and coming down to the common room. What would she and Harry do? It would be very obvious what they were up to. But (Y/N) could only entertain the thought for a moment, for Harry was very gifted at distracting her. He moved his other arm around her waist to keep her close and his cold fingers momentarily brushed her skin. Her heart leapt.

Then, just as softly as he kissed her, Harry pulled away. (Y/N) wished he had kissed her longer, but they were someplace where anyone could come in on them at any given moment. Not to mention, they both had essays that needed to be finished.

Harry moved his hand out of her hair and gently tucked the misplaced strands behind her ear, grinning like mad. He pressed one more quick kiss to her lips.

Before they could move away from each other, they heard a gentle crackling above them. They looked up to see a tiny sprig of mistletoe growing right above their heads.

(Y/N) smiled, turning her gaze upon Harry. "Kiss me," she told him.

Harry, with the most pleased grin (Y/N) had ever seen from him, leaned in once more. "I love mistletoe," he said.

And then he pressed his lips to hers.