Harry Potter was having one of the worst days of his life. He just found out that his Godfather, Sirius, has been found dead. He couldn't believe this. Sirius was the only family he had left. The only one who loved him, who cared for him, who really knew him as a person. And now, he's just gone.

Harry sat there in front of the fireplace. It was Christmas Eve and Hogwarts was fully decorated; from the Christmas tree in the corner of the Common Room, to the evergreen garlands carefully placed on the staircase.

He was miserable. And the Christmas-y spirit all around him didn't help. He then heard someone coming down the stairs. It startled him because he thought he was all alone with everyone else eating dinner. Then came a bushy haired girl.

"Oh hi, Harry." Hermione said. "How come you weren't at dinner?"

"Just um, thinking I guess." He responded. Hermione looked at him, he needs some comfort, she thought. She walked over and took a seat next to Harry. "I'm sorry Harry." She whispered.

Harry gave her a small, dry smile. He was very grateful he had friends like Hermione and Ron. They were always there for him. And ever since Sirius's death, he needed them more than ever. Hermione sympathetically patted his back. "Wanna talk about it?" She asked. Harry shook his head. If he talked about he was almost sure he would burst into tears and cry like a little girl. No, he had to be strong.

"Ok." Hermione said. Harry decided to change the subject.

"So how come you finished supper so early?" He asked.

"I needed to go to the library." She said, as if that was the most obvious thing in a world. That almost made Harry laugh. Of course.



They were both silent for a long time. Staring in to the fire, Hermione asked, "Harry? Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"What good would that do?" He asked, almost desperately.

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. You just seem very depressed, and I want to help. I don't like seeing you like this."

Harry gave her a warm smile. "Thanks Hermione."

Suddenly, he looked up, and saw that a red flower with green leaves hanging above them. A mistletoe.

Hermione looked up where Harry was, and saw it too. A mistletoe.

Without thinking to, Harry leaned in. He didn't know why. He didn't like Hermione. Right? But why can't I? He thought. Why can't I like Hermione Granger? She was beautiful, beyond smart, caring, funny, loyal, and a great friend.


That word kept going through is his head. Friend. Friend. Friend. Friend. Friend. Friend.

No. She's perfect. I can't lose her. Why have I never thought about this before? Hermione was always there for him. Always. Harry Potter was seeing her in a whole new light.

And apparently, so was Hermione.

They never stopped kissing. 1 minute. 2 minutes. 5 minutes have past, and still, the 2 love birds never came up for air. They totally forgot about breathing, until, they both finally came to a halt. They looked deeply into each others eyes. Both of them had been speechless. Words obviously couldn't describe the feeling the two had. The feeling that they both have been lacking all their lives. As if reading each other's minds, they kissed, once more.

But of course, what they didn't know , was that it there first kiss of many years to come.