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Summary Minerva McGonagall isn't one to invade her students' privacy, but when Draco Malfoy deteriorates during his sixth year and Hermione Granger confronts him...well, this is why Minerva's an animagus, isn't it?
Find the original story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35438113
Harry and Theo try something new - a little rough, a little needy, a little more...
It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.
Sometimes you're sad. Sometimes you need dessert. And sometimes, it's a little of both.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8156101/chapters/18691246
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As she looked around her living room - at the green velvet ottoman she didn't remember purchasing, the 14th century Wizarding texts on her bookshelf, the hideous and obnoxiously ostentatious grandfather clock that could only belong to a Malfoy - she pictured the toothbrush next to hers on her bathroom counter, the old Slytherin quidditch jersey she regularly tripped over in her bedroom, and the mint chocolate chip ice cream in her freezer - a flavour she abhorred, but that a particular, pale, pointy faced aristocrat sat across from her had a tragic fondness for.
Her chest burning, as if she drank a barrel of bubotuber pus, Hermione turned to him with narrowed, accusing eyes. "Malfoy...are we dating?"
If there's one thing Hermione Granger knows, it's that she simply doesn't have time to date. Draco decides to date her, anyway.7
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Theo Nott was definitely not a morning person.
The Annual Halloween Gala at the Ministry is a perfect excuse to dress up and show off. Anyone who is anyone is there, the food is delicious, champagne is flowing and paparazzi lurk around every corner.
And Theo Nott positively despises every minute of it.
"Theo released a shuddering breath. “What will we wear then?” he hissed, his voice clipped, the anger and venom pouring freely. “Do you want to throw your Auror robe on and I’ll just grab the Azkaban garb I somehow avoided wearing after the war ended? You know, ‘Potter’s Death Eater Boyfriend’ and all that...'' Theo snapped and left the room, leaving Harry breathless and unmoving."
As they say: beauty lies in the eye of the beholder.
The way Theo’s pupils dilated when he approached Harry was tantalising.
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