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Disclaimer: HARRY POTTER IS NOT OWNED BY ME BECAUSE IF IT WERE DRACO AND HARRY WOULD BE GOING AT IT LIKE BUNNIES BY NOW

1"And why, exactly, is there an ugly bunch of pointy leaves up there?" Draco asked. He was staring, nose-scrunched, at the mistletoe pinned to the doorway in the library.

"Oh, I don't know. It's some muggle tradition. I think it has to do with Christmas. If you really want to know, go ask Potter or Granger over there." replied Pansy.

"Why would I ask those twats? I don't need to know that much." Draco turned back towards his books and inspected his nails. "It's probably something really idiotic anyway."

"Whatever you say, darling." Pansy said, probably the twentieth or so time that day.

Nevertheless, Draco couldn't help but think about it. From what he gathered, Christmas was just about his family and friends lavishing him with gifts. Why would there be a need for those leaves? Damn his Super Sexy Pureblood Genes for coming with so much curiosity!

"I'm off to use the bathroom, sweets. Keep my books." Interrupted Pansy.

Now was his chance, Draco figured. He'd rather talk to Potter than go on hopelessly uninformed. So he put on his Super Sexy Scowl (many things in Draco's world were Super Sexy) and walked over to Harry's table.

"Sorry to interrupt your and the mudblood's bonding, Potter," Draco said, smirking at Hermione's leer. But I have something to discuss with you."

"Well go ahead, Malfoy. Discuss." said cheeky Harry.

"Privately, twatface." Draco said with a 'come here' motion of his hands.

Harry rolled his eyes, gave Hermione an apologetic look, and followed Draco to the doorway.

"What could you possibly want, your royal snottiness?" Harry asked, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe opposite Draco.

"Well, you little prat, I need to know the meaning of this." Draco pointed upwards, other hand cocked on his hip.

Harry looked up, and immediately started chucking.

"That's mistletoe," Harry said between laughs. "You don't know what it is?"

Draco stomped on Harry's foot, as he was attracting attention.

"No, I certainly do not, for I was not brought up in a disgusting muggle household like you, Potter." Draco said in an almost whisper. Now tell me what it's for! It's right ugly and is distracting me from my studies." Draco crossed his arms as well.

"Well," Said Harry, scratching his head. "It's a little hard to explain. It's easier just to show you."

"Show me then!" Draco said, exasperated.

"Okay, if you're sure," Harry shrugged. "But don't get mad, you asked for it."

"Oh please- Hey, what are you, mmpphh!"

Harry lifted Draco's chin and pressed his lips onto Draco's in mid sentence. Draco froze. He felt his face heat up, and Harry smirked into the kiss in response.

"Get off me!" Draco shoved Harry against the doorframe, managing to mutter a "Screw you, Potter" before confidently scrambling down the hallway towards the dungeons.

Harry sighed and shrugged again, but felt really really really badass.

Later that night, when Draco was watching the fire in the Slytherin common room, knees pressed to his chest, imagining Potter's assorted appendages going up in the flames, Pansy comes sauntering in.

"Oh Draco, you just left me hanging at the library. Everything alright, dear?"

"No."

"Alright then. Well, I ran into Millicent today, and she told me the funniest thing! You know those leaves you saw? Well apparently when two people stand under them, you're supposed to kiss. Ha! It's a good thing you didn't ask Potter then, right?"

Her giggles were halted by a green and silver patterned pillow thrown smack in her face.

"Oohh, I'm gonna kill that Potter!" Draco sobbed as he ran to bed.