-Move it further to the right
-If you want to, Malfoy, you climb up- Hermione pushed herself up on tiptoe. The mistletoe wobbled on her head.
Mmm, she should have looked at it better.
-Come on, Granger, don't tell me you can't do better, you always boast about being the best
Hermione stopped and looked down.
Malfoy was staring at her with his head tilted in an odd position. Blonde locks caressed his cheeks.
-Are you looking at my legs, Malfoy?
Draco gasped. -Who's looking at them, Mudblood!
-You're terrible, hateful and... - the ladder moved. Hermione felt her throat tighten. She had to be more careful.
-Don't move, Granger, you might fall- Malfoy grabbed the ladder.
Hermione shifted her weight. She didn't want to appear weak. And even less in need of Malfoy's help. -I can do it myself
-Whatever- Malfoy left the ladder.
-For... - Hermione lost her balance and fell.
She screamed, closed her eyes and braced herself for the impact... which was far too soft.
-Granger
Hermione raised her eyelids. Her heart fluttered in her chest like a bird in a trap.
-Do you always have to cause harm?- Malfoy's features were drawn. He looked angry.
-If you had helped me...
-You could have gotten hurt!
Hermione stared at him in surprise. He didn't seem angry, but worried about her. What an absurd thought.
Draco frowned. His eyes were fixed on hers. He had never noticed how beautiful her irises were, capable of boring into you. Grey storms to get lost in.
Hermione felt her heart rise into her throat. -You know what they say?
-What's the rumor? - Draco swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Hermione wanted to stroke him. She pressed her lips together.
-So? - Draco teased.
-They say it's good luck to kiss under the mistletoe. - He knew he should look away, but he couldn't.
-I don't know, Granger. - Draco whispered. -Maybe it's a Muggle rumor. - His gaze narrowed. -We'd have to see if it's true.
-That...
Malfoy's lips curled into a smile. Hermione felt as if her breath was being stolen. -Shut up, Granger. - He kissed her.