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?

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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.

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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.

He was just tired. It was his fourth double shift in a row and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep.