mistletoe malfoy

The mistletoe

After so many years Draco should already know that he shouldn’t piss Pansy off, but, since he doesn’t now he had to suffer the consequences.

It was the week before Christmas break and Pansy was feeling extra inspired by the holidays when she decided to point her wand at Draco and now he had to walk around with a mistletoe hovering above his head.

“What do you mean this will only go away once I kiss the person I love?”

“I mean exactly that, darling” she smirked. “Next time, don’t piss me off.”

“But I don’t love anyone” Draco tried.

“Shut up, Draco, if you didn’t the spell wouldn’t have worked.”

She smiled at him and left him alone, in the Slytherin common room, with a mistletoe on top of his head.


When Draco got to the Great Hall the normal noise of the conversations faded. The Slytherins were smirking at him – Pansy had already told them everything, probably; the Gryffindors were trying not to laugh, but it wasn’t really working; and the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were looking at him weirdly, but amused. Even the teachers were looking at him from the head table trying to understand what was in front of them.

Draco just raised an eyebrow, scowled and, with squared shoulders and head held high, headed to the Slytherin table.

“How are you, Draco?” Blaise smiled innocently.


“When are you going to get rid of that?” Pansy asked and Blaise laughed.

“Shut up, you two.”

That made Pansy and Blaise laugh even more and Draco asked himself the same question his friends had asked him before.


For the rest of the week Draco walked around with the mistletoe, since he didn’t dare kiss the person he wanted to kiss.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get rid of that before the break” Pansy narrowed her eyes at him.

“I told you I don’t love anyone.”

“Shut up, Draco” she hugged him since the train was already ready to go. “We both know who you love.”

“Goodbye, Pansy, Blaise is already waiting for you.”

“Enjoy your holidays, darling.”


Draco wasn’t sure if he would enjoy his holidays. He was one of the five only Slytherins that were staying at Hogwarts for the holidays and the other four were all younger than him.

After supper, Draco went to the library wanting to, at least, study in the holidays since there wasn’t much he could do. He was in the middle of a transfiguration essay when someone sat next to him.

“Whoever you are I’m not going to kiss you!” He said without looking up; he had already had some people going up to him offering a kiss because of the mistletoe.

“What makes you think I came here to kiss you, Malfoy?”

“What are you doing here, Potter?”

“I came here to study, hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

They studied for some time, ignoring each other and focusing on the books and parchments in front of them.

“When is that going to go away?” Potter asked suddenly.


“The mistletoe. It’s very distracting.”


Draco was really confused, not understanding what Potter was trying to tell him with this stupid conversation about the stupid mistletoe, but Potter started packing his things and got up before answering him.

“The answer to your question is that the mistletoe makes me want to follow the tradition” he grinned before exiting the library.


It was Christmas day and the students that had stayed at Hogwarts were having supper together, all sitting at the Hufflepuff table.

“Can I sit here?” Potter asked behind him.

“If you want to” Draco shrugged.

Harry smiled a little and sat next to him, starting a conversation with the Ravenclaw boy in front of him.

“Potter” Draco called when they had almost finished supper.

“Yes?” Harry looked at him.

“The other day in the library… what did you mean?”

“What did I mean when I said what?”

“Stop being difficult, you prat!”

“I mean exactly what I said… Draco.”

“Can people stop saying that?” He muttered. “And since when are we on first names basis, Potter?”

“You better get used to it and start calling me Harry.”

“You didn’t answer my question!”

“You know what I meant.”

“If I knew I wouldn’t be asking.”

Harry grinned and got closer to Draco in order to whisper on his ear.

“I meant that I want to kiss you and that that mistletoe on top of your head is making it harder to ignore the urge.”

Harry saw Draco blush and tried to hide his smile behind a spoon full of desert.


Harry was near the lake watching the sunrise; he had gotten up early just to watch it, the beautiful colours of the sun shining shyly and reflecting on the snow calmed him.

The sound of the snow crunching under footsteps made him rise his head and look at the place the sound had came from. He was surprised to see Draco appear in his view, but his lips curved into a smile when he saw the boy’s nose and cheeks red from the cold, making him look adorable.

“I didn’t know someone was here” he said once he was close enough for Harry to hear.

Draco moved his hand to take the hair out of his eyes and Harry’s eyes were drawn to the mistletoe above his head and his heart warmed with hope seeing that the blond boy hadn’t kissed anyone yet.

“Come sit with me” Harry smiled at him. “We can watch the sunrise together.”

“The sun has already raised, Potter.”

“I don’t care, just sit with me.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, but sat next to Harry anyway and looked at the view with a little smile on his face.

“I see you still haven’t done anything about that” he pointed at the mistletoe.

“Good to know your eyes work.”

Maybe if it was some years ago Harry would have answered in a different way, but now he couldn’t feel offended and he didn’t have the urge to reply in the same way so he just laughed like he never thought he would do with Malfoy.

“What are you laughing at, Potter?”

“It’s just… you’re funny, Draco.”

The other boy just looked at him surprised and, even though he tried to cover it, there was a smile on his lips when he faced the view again.

“What does it take to get rid of the mistletoe?” Harry asked curiously.

“A kiss.”

“Just that?”


“Then why haven’t you kissed anyone yet?”

“Firstly, because I don’t go around kissing random people” he narrowed his eyes. “And because it has to be a kiss from the person I love.”

“And why haven’t you kissed that person yet?”

“Because I don’t think that that person wants to kiss me.”

“So you’re just going to walk around with that on top of your head your whole life?”

“Well, I don’t think this person would ever want to kiss me, but I’m hoping that Pansy has a counter spell.”

“Why do you say that that person would never want to kiss you?”

“Just drop it, Harry” he sighed.

“I don’t see why anyone would refuse to kiss you.”


“I think you should just go for it, Draco. No one in the right state of mind, unless they are taken, would refuse you a kiss.”

Draco looked around with rosy cheeks that were like that not only because of the cold and a confused expression that made Harry’s heart warm and sad at the same time, because Draco shouldn’t be this insecure.

“I’m trying to give you a hint here, Draco. Stop overthinking and just get on with it.”

“Are you trying to say what I think you are trying to say or am I completely misunderstanding you?”

“I have to do it myself, don’t I?”

“Do what?”

“Honestly, Draco!” Harry shook his head with a chuckle.

Harry smiled at Draco with shiny green eyes and placed his hand on the back of his head, leaning forward and placing his lips on the other boy’s ones. Draco gasped a little and after a few seconds of wide eyed surprised he gripped Harry’s arms and kissed him back.

“I’m glad to see it’s gone” Harry smiled when the kiss ended.

“Is it?” Draco’s hands flew to the top of his head. “How did you know that it was you? How did you know that I love you?”

Harry sucked in a breath when he heard the other boy’s confession.

“I didn’t know, Draco, but I was hoping that you did.”


“Because I love you, too” Harry said simply and kissed him again.

Draco couldn’t help but think, when they were watching the beautiful colours of the early morning while walking back to the castle holding hands, that Pansy would be extremely disappointed to know that Draco and Harry kissed and he got rid of the mistletoe while she was still home.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: mistletoe Drarry story? :)

Drarry Christmas y'all.

Harry hated George’s latest invention with every fibre of his being. “Enchanted mistletoes, really?!” he snapped to Ron and Hermione as they were walking to the Great Hall. 

“All clear,” said Ron, peering around the corner to check for any ambushes. They turned and, to Harry’s utter horror, bumped straight into a fifth year girl standing underneath a mistletoe. “She wasn’t there before!” yelled Ron, throwing his hands up defensively. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.

“There’s a secret passage underneath that tapestry. Okay, let’s get this over with,” he sighed, leaning forward. He gave the girl a quick peck on the lips, stepped back and observed her run away squeaking in resignation. 

“Ludicrous,” came a familiar drawl. Draco Malfoy, arms crossed, stood on the other side of the corridor. He strutted towards them. 

“Wait!” shouted Hermione. Draco stopped with his left foot mid-air. Ron and Harry whipped around. 

“What?” they all asked in unison. 

“Too late,” she replied, her lips pressed in a thin line. “Look up,” she then added in response to their questioning glares. Harry did. He was still standing underneath the mistletoe and now – he suddenly realised – so was Draco.

“I’m not following,” said the latter. 

“We’re underneath a mistletoe,” explained Harry. 

“So what? Let’s just walk away.” 

Harry shook his head. “That’s not how it works. These mistletoes are enchanted, you can’t step from underneath it until you kiss the other person. Did you think that I kissed that girl for fun?” 

“Charity?” tried Draco. 

“We’ll go get McGonagall, perhaps she can do something about it,” muttered Hermione, dragging Ron away. 

As soon as they disappeared, Draco spoke: “Let’s just kiss, Potter, honestly, I’m not waiting for them to come back with McGonagall and possibly not even solve the situation.” Harry gaped. “What now? Weren’t we supposed to put our past behind us this eighth year? You kissed that girl. Why not me?” Draco smirked. “Scared, Potter?” 

“You wish,” hissed Harry. Then he pulled Draco from his collar and pressed their mouths together. Draco’s lips were incredibly soft, he ascertained, not a single chap. That was his last coherent thought, before Draco’s tongue slid on his bottom lip. Harry answered the kiss in earnest, completely forgetting about the enchanted mistletoe. 

He must’ve also lost track of time, because the next thing he knew, McGonagall, Hermione and Ron were loudly clearing their throats to catch their attention. He drew back, blushing vigorously and not daring to look at Draco. 

“It seems that you two didn’t need my help, after all,” said McGonagall with a hint of amusement. Ron, of course, was completely dumbstruck. Hermione didn’t seem surprised. “Since I’m here,” McGonagall continued, lifting her wand. “Let’s see if these things can be deactivated somehow.” She made a few complicated movements. “Well,” she said at last. “This appears to be a perfectly ordinary mistletoe. You didn’t have to kiss anyone after all, Potter, but no harm done… it looked like you were both enjoying it” and with that, she took her leave. Harry finally turned to Draco. He was smiling.

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Fanfic: Frickin Silver-Berried Mistletoe, Man, Harry Potter

“‘You got us caught under mistletoe, you absolute-’

'Malfoy, just shut up,’ Harry groaned, staring with dread at the little sprig of magical mistletoe. Reaching out, and pushing on the invisible barrier, Harry sighed. Reaching for his wand to set it on fire, when he noticed something on the mistletoe. Oh no. Oh Merlin. Oh fucking hell, of course it wasn’t normal mistletoe, not with Harry’s luck.

'Potter what- you’re joking. You have to be joking. No, I refuse. Please tell me I’m seeing things.’

There was a very distinct silver berry on the mistletoe. And any Hogwarts student worth their salt knew what that meant.”

The Obligatory Mistletoe Fic

But written by me, so there’s that

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Harry dug through his bag and groaned when he realized he had left his half-finished assignment up in the tower. He glanced up at Hermione guiltily and she just shook her head.

“I’ll, er, just go grab it and be right back then,” Harry said quickly, pushing out of his chair and hurrying out of the library. He desperately needed Hermione’s help on the theory part of the transfiguration assignment due after the holiday break and she was headed home in two days.

So he wasn’t paying attention as he should have been, which is to say, he had completely forgotten about the rogue mistletoe that had been put up around the school by romantics and assholes alike. Until his feet stuck fast to the floor and he nearly faceplanted onto the flagstones. He just barely caught himself on the archway from which the nasty little plant hung, looking innocuous and seasonally festive. Harry desperately wished Headmistress McGonagall hadn’t left them up for some sadistic reason. He’d complain about it but all his friends thought it was lovely and romantic. All his friends were also in relationships and were far too wrapped up in themselves.

Harry was not in a relationship, Harry Potter was, in fact, irritable and annoyed because the only person in the whole damn school he fancied in the least was Draco Malfoy. It was like the universe never got tired of fucking with him. He finally killed old Tom No-Nose for the second time and he couldn’t even have a nice normal school romance for his nice normal last year of school. Nope. Malfoy had to come back to school looking fit as hell and left no room in Harry’s brain for anyone else.

Speak of the devil.

Harry groaned as Malfoy spotted him, glanced up at the doorway, and smirked.

“Stuck are you, Potter?” Malfoy sneered, sauntering over, “Where’s the Potter fan club when you need them to come suck your face and set you loose on the world once more.”

Harry stared blankly into space six inches to the left and slightly above Malfoy’s head wondering how his life had lead up to this point.

Malfoy frowned and stepped closer, “Has the mistletoe removed your last functioning brain cells? Granted, I was fairly certain you only had two left, to rub together for warmth.”

Harry had a lovely idea.

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Mistletoe Kisses

3.3k words, G rated

All Albus wants is to kiss his boyfriend under some mistletoe, but how is he supposed to do that when Scorpius won’t stay still, and everyone keeps interrupting all the time? 

This one is for @anthonyboyles, and it got a bit long. Sorry about that! I hope you had a great Christmas. Thanks for all the cupcakes and Tom Mackley chat, and here’s to more of the same in 2017! 

Beta’d by @abradystrix.

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Dramione: Pouty Draco

I know it’s nowhere near the time for mistletoe but I keep seeing one of those “imagine your OTP” Posts about it so I decided to just write it. It’s kinda rough, but I love it! ENJOY! :)

She didn’t want to wake up. She was exhausted from a night of decorating and… other things. 
They’d been married for only a few months and it had been total bliss. The road to this point had been a long and painful one, but they arrived. He still had that horrible black tangle of lines on his left forearm that he hated to look at, but she didn’t mind. 
“Hermione?” She heard it like it came from somewhere far, far away when, in reality, the smooth voice floated from only a few feet down the hall.
She rolled over to find the bed empty and whimpered a little; she loved to cuddle in the morning.
“Hermione?” She heard again and groaned, flipping onto her back underneath the plush comforter.
She lay there for a minute longer, hoping to relish the warmth and comfort of the bed before placing her bare feet on the icy hardwood floor.
Finally, she mustered up the energy to sit up and rub her eyes until little stars appeared in her vision.
"I’m awake!” She yelled in exasperation; she was NOT a morning person.
As she climbed out of the king-sized bed she heard chuckling from down the hall. Before exiting the room, she slipped on some socks to keep her toes warm in the winter chill. As she swayed down the hallway she noticed a tall, thin, muscular figure leaning casually against the doorframe leading to the kitchen. The figure held a small book - maybe 150 pages - in his pale, long fingers. Without glancing up from the pages of the book, Draco smirked.
As Hermione walked past she noticed that the book was upside down and there was a sprig of shrubbery hanging above the doorframe where Draco stood. She reached up, patted Draco’s cheek, then continued on into the kitchen.
Finally, Draco looked up from the upside down book, “Wha-?" 
"You must’ve grabbed the muggle mistletoe, love.” Was all Hermione said as she began to make herself some coffee in the coffeemaker she had convinced Draco to buy (it just didn’t taste the same when you made it with magic).
A defeated sigh slipped from Draco’s lips, “I’ve been standing there for ten minutes, waiting for you to get your arse our of bed,” he mumbled and plopped down into a tall chair at the counter. 
Hermione smiled into her coffee mug, took a sip, then glanced at her husband, “Is that so?" 
Draco locked eyes with her and said a stiff, but pouty "Yes.” Before standing and walking into the living room.
“Aww, is the big, bad Draco Malfoy gonna pout now?” Hermione teased as she followed him into the room and planted herself next to him on the sofa.
“Well I thought it would be… romantic.” He grumbled.
The frizzy - haired brunette giggled and sat her coffee mug on the side table. She then leaned ever so slowly closer to the striking blond, just waiting for him to notice. He suddenly turned his head to find his wife just centimeters from his face.
“Oh, hi,” he whispered.
“Hi,” She smiled.
“You have morning breath” he stated, slowly closing the distance between them.
“So do you.”
“And you know how disgusting that is? Just revloting, really.” His lips quirked up in the tiniest smirk.
Her heart began to beat fast and she wanted to kiss him so badly but was waiting just because she knew it annoyed him. She loved how, even after a long courtship and months of marriage, he could still make her pulse race like she was a 15-year-old girl about to be kissed for the first time.
“Revolting? Definitely.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she was so glad that they lived in their own modest home so they could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted and not have to worry about any interruptions.
His eyes had been locked on hers this whole time but now they flicked down to her lips and her breath hitched slightly. Then, he ceased the opportunity to gently press his lips against hers and tangle his fingers in her hair. The kiss was long and soft and mind-melting. When they finally pulled away, after several minutes of gentle, unbelievably soft kisses, Hermione had to suck in a deep breath.
“No more pouty Draco?” She said, her voice barely audible.
“No more pouty Draco.” He smiled against her lips then kissed her again.
This time it was faster, harder, more hungry and soon he had wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her as close as possible on the couch. She ran her fingers through his white-blond hair and returned the kiss with vigor. Soon, they were tangled with each other on the couch like teenagers in a Hogwarts common room. Their mouths never strayed from each others and hands didn’t roam, but there was an intense love that radiated through every fiber of their beings that they just stayed like that for who knows how long.
This was love. Not mindless groping or random, sloppy kisses; just getting lost in the innocence of kissing each other on the couch for a solid hour before finally breaking apart, sitting up, and finishing their coffee (well Hermione’s coffee) before going about their normal day.
This was love.