The Gryffindor common room was warm and lively, the golden glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. Laughter and chatter filled the space as students enjoyed the holiday cheer, but Harry found himself standing in an oddly quiet corner, heart pounding just a little too fast.

He hadn't meant to stop here, not under the mistletoe, and certainly not with you. But fate, or perhaps just an unfortunate lack of awareness, had placed him directly in front of you who now stared at him with wide eyes.

His breath caught as their eyes met, both realizing the predicament at the same time. Neither moved. Neither spoke. The tiny sprig of mistletoe overhead seemed to glow mockingly in the firelight.

Harry shifted his weight. Looked away. Cleared his throat almost then thought better of it.

"Er…" Harry cleared his throat, awkwardly adjusting his glasses. "So… uh, mistletoe."