A/N: A big thank you to OHGinnyfan for glancing over this as well as inspiring me with her H/G Twelve Days of Christmas. This happens to be my first foray into the new (as least to me) world of H/G poetry.
Oh why did I stand under the mistletoe? How it got there. I don't even know.
I'm sure the twins are the ones to blame though kissing Harry wasn't a total shame.
I was headed to get a steaming hot mug when both of us passed and I felt a small tug.
The tug I felt was of the magical sort, but then I looked up and heard someone snort.
A tradition I loved but now could hate was waiting for me to seal my fate.
The smile he gave me was a nervous one, as we both leaned forward in perfect unison.
The warmth of his lips did startle me so, but I knew I didn't want him to let go.
The moment it seemed passed all too fast when all I wanted was for it to last.
But his eyes lingered on my lips still. And all I could feel was the rise of a thrill.
It was then I knew that I had a chance. This thought alone made me want to dance.
As the mood was broken never to return, I saw in his eyes the desire, the burn.
But the feeling will come, I will have it again. For I feel he wants to be more than a friend.
Next time it happens, there won't be a spell. It will just happen. I know it; I can tell.