Of Nargles and Mistletoe

Every classroom –with the exception of any situated within the dungeons- held a sprig of mistletoe in trued festive spirit, causing great amusement for the students in the weeks leading up to Christmas. It was charmed rather reasonably by professors Flitwick and McGonagall, as was found out when several of the Gryffindor girl attempted to trap Dumbledore and McGonagall underneath it together.

Albus had simply bestowed a chaste kiss upon the woman's cheek, and they had found themselves released. Through many rumours –some of which were spread, unbelievably, by Severus Snape- they had come to the conclusion that as Albus Dumbledore was gay, he had not had to properly kiss the other teacher.

After this, there had been a great amount of wrestling between the Slytherin and Gryffindor boys, each trying to push two together under the mistletoe, to see what would happen.

As such, through Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle, Draco and Harry had been thrust harshly from their closets. Of course, this preceded several punches to the others face, though it was clear from the blush that covered both of them and the lightness of the hits, that neither was truly angry at the other.

In charms, the Slytherin's took it upon themselves to push Neville Longbottom under the little trap, which would hold him there until someone else was forced to join him, or a kind person took pity on him. Luckily, it was during the lunch break, and there wasn't anyone there to witness this humiliation.

He stood in the little bubble of magic that would not let go, and visibly shook with fear when the classroom door creped open, allowing someone else into the room.

He waited with baited breath, praying that Professor Snape would not find him, or any of the rest of the Slytherins. There was a limit to how much humiliation he could cope with.

A blonde head stuck its way through the gap, peering around the room with grey eyes.

Luna caught sight of Neville, and walked properly through the door, bouncing up onto her toes as she walked.

"Oh, hello Neville." She glanced upwards dreamily, then skipped around him in a circle. "Are you trapped under the mistletoe?"

Neville nodded forlornly. "y-yeah-yes, I'm kinda stuck. It was Malfoy, he pushed me!"

"Oh, that's unfortunate." She gazed up at the festive decoration. "Mistletoe is often infested with Nargles. Do you know if any are in there?"

Neville blinked in bewilderment, then looked upwards again, searching. It would have helped if he had any clue what a Nargle looked like, but he knew Luna's eccentricities too well to ask.

"No, I don't think so, Luna." He coughed lightly. "But, uh, this isn't English Mistletoe, anyway. Maybe the French plant doesn't attract Nargles?"

She smiled brightly. "I think you're right, Neville Longbottom. No Nargles, there, so there's nothing to worry about."

She danced forward into the bubble, thus trapping herself too.

"If there's no Nargles watching, then we needn't worry."

She stood on the very tips of her toes, then leaned forward, catching Neville's lips with her own. She applied a light pressure, kissing him lightly, and was elated to feel a very surprised Gryffindor respond tentatively, pressing back, as his hand came to rest on her waist.

Even if there were Nargles, Luna thought that she wouldn't have minded.

END.