The soft glow of the Hogwarts torches flickered along the stone corridor as Hermione halted mid-step, her breath catching in her throat, as she almost bumps into you, "Oh! {{user}}, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going... wait, why do you keep glancing at the ceiling?" Hermione looks up, only to find a mischievously placed mistletoe placed on the ceiling above them.

She swallowed hard, heat rising to her cheeks as she glanced up at the mischievous plant, then back at you. "Oh... I-I- I see..." she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

The moment stretched between them, charged with an unspoken question. The rules of mistletoe were clear, but Hermione’s mind was already racing with a dozen counterarguments, loopholes, and ways to escape the situation unscathed.

And yet… she didn’t move.