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Pansy stood under the cursed mistletoe at Theo and Harry’s house. It was just a NottPott-Luck dinner party, but apparently Theo was feeling festive. She looked up at the cursed weed that held her trapped. She wanted to murder Harry for his so called ‘clumsy’ ass as he’d pushed her under it.
The couple both refused to release her claiming they promised fidelity to one another. She rolled her eyes as it felt ridiculously juvenile. None of the other guests were volunteering to kiss her either. She was starting to feel a little insulted given she looked fabulous.
“I see you got caught.” Neville commented as he sidled up to Pansy with a drink in hand.
“Yeah, who decorates their house for Christmas in July?” Pansy asked incredulously.
“It’s a Muggle thing.” Neville offered with a shrug. He had no idea either but he knew it wasn’t a wizarding tradition.
“Hmm, well, I am thoroughly unimpressed.” Pansy remarked.
“Now you’re trapped until someone kisses you.” Neville said clearly amused by her predicament like everyone else.
“Yes, I know…though you could kiss me.” She said, she knew he was single. So he couldn’t claim some bullshit loyalty to someone in the room.
“What? Me?” He asked, shocked as he thought he’d be the last person Pansy would want to kiss her.
“Yes, if you have the guts to do it.” She dared him.
“Is this how you entice all your dates at the end of the night?” Neville asked in amusement, a blush stole across his cheeks.
“No, but I heard Gryffindors can’t pass up a challenge. I promise, all my vaccinations are up to date.” Pansy assured him. She smiled innocently at him and fluttered her lashes at him.
Neville laughed, it was rich and beautiful sound that made her smile more genuine.
He took a moment to ponder on it. His eyes wandered up her body, she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Much to her relief, he placed his drink on the side table nearby. His decision was made.
He closed the space between them, he cupped her chin and tilted her face upwards. He, then lowered his head until their lips nearly met. He didn’t seem nervous or hesitant. In fact, he was quite the opposite.
He was teasing her, drawing out the moment as his gaze held hers prisoner. She didn't mind at all as her body came alive. Her eyes drifted shut as he brushed his mouth lightly across hers once, and then again not so lightly. When his tongue touched hers, she moaned.
At the sound, he threaded his hands in her hair and deepened the kiss. Pansy melted into him as he devoured her with such heat and intensity that she forgot where they were.
Then as quickly as it’d started, it was over, and she was blinking up at him, completely breathless.
“There, you’re free.” he said in a husky voice, she hadn’t realised he’d moved her clear of the doorway.
“Thank you.” Pansy said breathless. She looked at her hands that were still on his chest. She cleared her throat & smoothed the wrinkles she had created in his shirt.
She was about to step away but he held onto her. She half expected & wanted him to kiss her again. Instead, he moved her to the side & released her.
“You wouldn’t want to get stuck under the mistletoe again.” he said gruffly, he rubbed the back of his neck and smiled.