A/N: I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to update this. I've not had much chance to do any writing between my new job and house work but I managed to write this whilst lying in the sun in Corfu. I do so love it there.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.

Dedication: For Rokkis, who hated Blaise as much as I did in the last chapter.

Word Count: 568

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Professor McGonagall had seen many things in her time as a teacher. She was by no means a young woman and had been appointed to the post of transfiguration teacher at the youthful age of twenty four. And in these years as a teacher she was sure she had seen every strange or shocking thing available to be seen. She'd seen those Ravenclaw girls kissing behind the statue of Emmerick the Enchanted. She'd seen the cow floating around the Great Hall. She'd seen Albus in his underwear. Merlin, she'd even seen Severus smile once! But never in her life had she seen something quite like this.

She had been doing her usual nightly rounds of the seventh floor corridor when she heard noises issuing from a slightly ajar door. She pushed it open soundlessly, prepared to scold or run depending on who she found. She would never forget the time she found Hooch and Trelawney in a less than innocent position. The realisation of who it actually was nearly made her heart stop.

It was Draco Malfoy. Not so shocking yet. With Harry Potter. Also not a great surprise. It was more what they were doing that made all the difference. Malfoy was using one hand to pin Potters two above his head and had the other crushed across Potter's chest to keep him pinned to the stone. And they were kissing.

After a moment or two Potter pulled his hands free of Malfoy's grip but instead of breaking away from the kiss he buried his hands in platinum locks and pulled the Malfoy boy closer. Within seconds they were grinding against each other, both of them moaning and grunting. They frotted together until they both gasped, one after the other, collapsing, boneless, against the wall, breathing hard.

They rested there until Malfoy eventually pulled away and cast what Minerva recognised as a cleaning charm. Potter held his hand out to the blonde boy, as though looking for some post-coital affection but Malfoy ignored him.

"I just wanted to tell you, Potter," Malfoy began and Minerva was surprised by the coldness in his voice "stop watching me. I'm not going to give you what you want. Ever."

With a last withering glance at the now devastated Gryfinndor, Malfoy turned to leave. Quick as a flash, Minerva transfigured herself into a pot plant and Malfoy stalked past her without a second glance. She waited for at least five minutes until Potter passed her too, dragging his feet, tears streaming down his cheeks.

As soon as the boy rounded the corner and was out of sight, she turned back to her human self with an almost inaudible 'pop' and made to leave as well. As she reached to pull the door closed, she spotted a wrinkled piece of parchment lying innocuously on the floor.

Potter,

I know you haven't got over me. We need to do something about our 'relationship'. We cannot go on like this. Meet me tonight in our room, usual time.

D.M.

Minerva could almost imagine the look on Potter's face as he read this note. The joy, the hope, the excitement. The memory of the look of devastation on Potter's face almost broke her heart. She glanced round the room, checking that the boys had left nothing else behind and pocketed the parchment, not wanting to leave it, crumpled and abandoned, much as Potter had been.

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A/N: There we are. Another sad chapter. I hope you liked it and would appreciate it greatly if you left me a review.