I actually managed to post a Christmas themed fanfiction in time for Christmas! I typed it all up and it went live on Christmas Eve and I’m super proud of myself for that. I figured I should share a little preview of Mistletoe Chimes, a one-shot featuring my favorite guilty pleasure pairing of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy getting caught under the mistletoe. I hope you enjoy it! And feel free to request a link to my fanfiction accounts if you’d like to read more!
Hermione was halfway up the stairs when she heard the now all too familiar sound of jingle bells cut through the silence and she closed her eyes in defeat. She’d been the last person left in the Common Room she shared with the Head Boy and the rest of the Prefects which meant that she had to be the victim of the Magical Mistletoe, a recent Weasley Wizard Wheezes invention that had been plaguing the school for weeks.
A quick look over her head confirmed her suspicions. There was the little green plant with the white berries, looking far more innocent than it actually was.
“Damn it, George,” she muttered under her breath before whipping off her robe, Transfiguring it into a nice cushion, and then promptly tossing it on the stair at her feet. At least the enchantment holding the mistletoe, and now her, in place would let her sit down. It just wouldn’t let her go anywhere else until someone kissed her or until four hours passed, whichever happened first. And with the late hour and with all the other Prefects already tucked in their beds it wasn’t likely that she’d be released before the enchantment timed out.
Honestly she was more mad at herself than anything. She’d been meaning to get ahold of George and demand a reversal spell ever since the WWW product had started popping up around the castle after the Hogsmeade trip the weekend before. A trip which had been planned to coincide with the opening of the new WWW branch which had seemed like a good idea at the time. But she hadn’t found a good time to get in touch with the older Weasley and most of her classmates didn’t seem to mind the little plants popping up all over the place.
Hermione had studied the charms a bit but wasn’t completely sure how they worked. She knew that it took four hours or until the person received a kiss from another person (pecks from pets and House-Elves didn’t count.) The mistletoe couldn’t ben planted in a particular place or sent to target a particular student. It just disappeared from your hand and reappeared somewhere else in the castle when it was activated.
The mistletoe also seemed to be sentient in other ways too, with the chatter from the student body saying that it had never appeared anywhere inappropriate or which left the “victim” too stranded. No dorm room, supply closet, or bathroom appearances, at least none that she’d heard of. And the plant had also never popped up over a Professor.
So maybe she did know quite a bit about the enchanted plant. She just didn’t know how to Vanish it.
Hermione sighed and settled down on the cushion she’d created. Resigned to a long night, she yanked open her schoolbag and pulled out a few books, making a mental note to find out how to create a Howler and send it to George as soon as she was released.
She was just glad she didn’t have an early class the next morning because as comfortable as her conjured cushion was, the stairs still wouldn’t be a good place to sleep and she’d barely even get time for a short nap one the spell wore off.
George should be counting his lucky stars because if she’d had an early class or, Merlin forbid, an exam the next morning, he’d be facing far worse than a Howler.