Mistletoe Wishes

Mistletoe Wishes

"Harry, have you heard?" Ron burst into the dormitory, shouting gleefully.

"Heard what?" Harry wondered, looking expectantly at his friend.

"Flitwick is putting up that new magic mistletoe that Fred and George developed. Brilliant, eh?"

"Magic mistletoe?" Harry looked confused.

"Yeah. They charmed it to be invisible until two people pass underneath at the same time. Then it starts playing Christmas Carols and emit a dust that gives people underneath it the urge to snog each other silly. Absolutely brilliant, I tell you."

Harry scrunched up his nose. "Ew! What if you pass under one with Snape? Or any teacher for that matter. Eww!"

Ron laughed at his disgusted expression. "No, no, they're really clever these things. They're also charmed to react to people's age. If someone is under fifteen, or the age difference is too big they don't do anything. I'm telling you they're brilliant. Don't you listen?"

Harry didn't look convinced, but Ron continued, unperturbed. "Who'd you like to end up under one with? I could think of a whole lot of girls I wouldn't mind snogging." He grinned manically.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged.

"Oh, come on! You can tell me."

"Cut it out, Ron! You know I don't have a crush on anyone right now. I told you!" Harry sounded slightly exasperated, but Ron just laughed.

"You're sixteen, Harry, sixteen! You don't have to have a crush on anyone to snog them, now do you? There must be someone who's your type..."

"Not really. I don't even know what my type is." Harry shrugged and Ron stared at him incredulously.

"This won't do, mate, this won't do at all. This is what we'll do..." Ron dug out parchment and a quill from his trunk and sat back on his bed. "You just sit back and close your eyes. Try to imagine kissing the girl I'm naming and tell me what’s wrong with her. Or what you like. I'll write it down and after a while we'll be able to make a list of your preferences and we can find out which girls in school are your type. Great, eh?" He beamed at Harry who didn't look convinced at all.

"Ron, I really don't think..."

Ron cut him off.

"No buts, you really need to know. This is important stuff. Shut your eyes."

"Alright." Harry sighed but gave in. There was no point arguing once Ron had his mind set on something.

"Let’s start with Hermione"

Harry’s eyes flew open. "Hermione? Eww! Stop!!"

"What's wrong with Hermione?" Ron looked affronted.

"Nothing wrong with her, she's cute and all, but she's like... like family. Ew! And that goes for Ginny too." Harry wrinkled his nose and Ron looked as if he couldn't decide whether to be amused or upset.

"Okay, let's start with Lavender then. Close your eyes!"

"Hmm, let me think..." Harry furrowed his brow in concentration. "No, she's too short. And she's got too big..." He made some vague motions with his hands in front of his chest and blushed slightly. "You know..."

Ron howled with laughter, mimicking Harry's hand movements. "You know... You are hopeless, Harry, you know that? Ok, too short, too big boobs, what else?"

"Well..."

"And how can a girl have too big boobs by the way? Oh, nevermind!" Ron sighed, once again emphasizing how hopeless he found Harry in this matter.

"Shut up! She's got nice hair though. A bit too long, but a nice colour, at least since she started bleaching it. That's about it, I think."

"Alright. Parvati then?"

"Too dark, both skin and hair. And too short. And too big..." Again with the hand movements and Ron shook his head.

"Too short? Harry, she's almost taller than you!" Ron raised an eyebrow. "Not that you're that tall, but still..."

"Is it my preferences or yours we're after here?" Harry sounded rather annoyed, so Ron shrugged and continued.

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After having gone through a list of twelve girls, whereof none passed Harry's scrutiny, Ron decided they had enough material to make a list from.

"Let’s see then. Close your eyes and imagine someone looking like this. You like them tall, preferrably taller than you..." He snorted at this, indicating that he didn't approve in the least, and Harry scowled. "And the smaller the boobs, the better. You really are a weird one, mate."

"Just get on with it, will you?"

"Ooh, impatient, are we? Right, you seem to favour blondes. Preferrably pale ones..." Harry kept his eyes closed and his smile grew wider and wider as Ron went through the list.

When Ron was through, he threw a glance at Harry and said, in a mocking voice: "Bloody hell, Harry, this sounds exactly like Malfoy."

Harry just nodded and sighed contentedly. He was pulled from his daydream rather abruptly by Ron's blood-curdling scream.