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Theo Nott was definitely not a morning person. But Harry didn’t mind.  It had all started with a Sunday morning, and every single one since  was a treasure. He couldn’t imagine waking up alone on a weekend. In  fact, he could no longer imagine waking up alone at all.

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...

As they say: beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. And in Harry's eyes, Theodore Nott is the most beautiful creature that graced this earth. The way Theo’s pupils dilated when he approached Harry was tantalising. The way his eyes raked over Harry’s body was positively sinful. The way he kissed him was exquisite.

He was just tired. It was his fourth double shift in a row and all he wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep. No, that was not true. All he wanted right now was Theo. Harry was tired. And Theo just wanted to help.

The day Theo finally opened up and grieved. “This…”  Theo chuckled and shook his head. “Did you know that Theodore means ‘a  gift from gods’? Funny, really, that my father would have named his  biggest failure and disappointment that, but here I am. My - My mother  used to tell me I was the best gift she’d ever received.” His voice  broke and the corners of his eyes sudden...

Theodore Nott fancies himself a Quidditch enthusiast. He can’t play to save his life - that much is true. But he does enjoy the sport nonetheless. And now, he apparently enjoys catching the snitch too.

Harry Potter wakes up with an epic hangover on this fateful Sunday morning only to find an unexpected guest in his bed.