Title: Baby, It's Cold Outside

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! Harry Potter and anything recognizable belong to the creator. I only own Holly.

Summary: Once a year. That's how often Mistletoe grows. Mistletoe is the least of Holly Potter's problems. She's in love with Fred Weasley. The owner of her favourite haunt in Diagon Alley and her best friend. She's forever in their joke shop. So often in fact she's basically a novelty herself. But how can she let Fred know? Maybe one of their new products can help. But when a blizzard blows in and all three are caught there. More than the day together? Cue the fireworks!

A/N: NO FLAMES! Not accepted. Thank-you.

2nd A/N: Set after the battle of Hogwarts and I guess kind of AU, because Fred isn't dead.

It was cold outside; snow was falling heavily and had been for days now. With Christmas fast approaching, stores were getting busier and working hard to restock shelves as they emptied. George Weasley was setting free a new product he and his twin, Fred, had made just for this season. If it sold well this year they'd put it out next year too. The twins had been there for a few years now and most of the stock now was Christmas stock but they also had the usuals out. Pucking Pastilles, Nosebleed Nougat, Fainting Fancies and the like.
The product that George was setting 'free' now was called Magic Mistletoe. It would make the person you crushed on caught under it and they couldn't leave until they kissed you. It was marketed as 'Magic Mistletoe! Get your guy or gal's attention!' It was gimmick but then so was most of the stuff they sold. Today though there was just one person George's brother was looking forward to seeing. She came in everyday and she was in more often during the Christmas trading. She wasn't employed but helped out anyway.
She was in often enough to know everything now anyway. She had been friends with the boys since they started at Hogwarts. She'd come in consistently today for the past years they'd been here in Diagon Alley. She always came in right about now. Fred had the biggest crush on her, but he hadn't told anyone. And he was terribly good at hiding it. Even George didn't know.

As if on cue the door opened. Holly Potter. A tall, slender, brown-eyed brunette, whose hair was soft and shiny, curls framed her face and she often twirled it around her index finger to curl it more. She smiled before it vanished as the bell above the door signalled her arrival. Very loudly I might add.

"CUSTOMERS!" The Magic bell shouted. She laughed as it snapped at her head. She waved her wand threatening at it.

"I could silence you, you know," She told it, it frowned at her.

"But you won't." A voice said making her face the store.

"I'll never get tired of that." She said turning to smile at George, jerking her thumb over her shoulder at the bell.

"Best invention yet. We can hear that all the way out in the store room and the workshop." He replied letting free another mistletoe that took it's spot over her head.

"Oh…you do have someone you got your eye on. It'll only stay there if you fancy someone. You don't have to tell me. But I am curious." George said with a wink.

"Well I can say that I'm afraid it's not you, George." The mistletoe did in fact follow her around the store. Fred caught her eye and rounded the counter.

"You're standing under mistletoe." He pointed out.

"Oh, aren't you a bright spark then? George, your brother is so clever. I was wondering what plant was following me around." Holly laughed, George shared it. Fred blushed ten shades of red.

"Thanks for coming, Merry Christmas." Holly said as she let the last customer out before locking the door and turning the sign to closed, "finally," she sighed leaning agasint the door. Fred and George laughed.

"You might as well work here. You know most of the customers now. You're here every day and you're almost a novelty anyway." Fred said.

"Well, yeah but you guys would have to pay me." Holly pointed out leaning now agasint the counter.

"Yeah, there has to be a drawback somewhere Fred." George stated, joining Holly as she pulled herself up on to the countertop.

"Yeah. You know Holly, you still haven't told us who it is you fancy, because you'll have to pay for that otherwise." Fred said pointing to the Mistletoe, still hovering over her head. Holly blushed.

"He doesn't like me like that anyway. What about you? That's been hanging over your head since I came in today." She said pointing to the spring of Mistletoe over Fred's head.

"The same response as you. She doesn't like me like that. She's got her eye on someone else." He said, George smirked and shoved Fred closer to Holly before shoving her off the counter.

"Funny George." Fred said sarcastically, going to walk off but found he couldn't move. Holly went scarlet.

"This isn't funny George Weasley!" She snapped; George was in fits of laughter behind the counter where neither could reach him at the moment.

"Only way to move is to kiss each other." He said. Fred rolled his eyes and turned Holly's head to his and pressed his lips to hers. A kiss that supposed to last only a few seconds ended up lasting for longer than they expected. They only broke apart when the need for oxygen became apparent. George had stopped laughing and watched a little shocked as the two pulled apart and then stepped back from each other.

"Right…well I'd better go home." Holly mumbled but before she could leave, Fred gripped her wrist. She looked at him a little scared.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asked quietly, George had retreated to the storeroom.

"You never looked at me that way." She whispered.

"No I did…I've always liked you. But I've loved you for much longer." He told her, softly tilted her head up so she looked at him.

"How?" She asked cocking an eyebrow making him smirk.

"It's like I dreamt you than you appeared." He said, she giggled.

"Like Magic." She said, he laughed.

"Yeah…just like magic." Without a helpful shove from George, Fred kissed her again, this time longer and softer.