Summary
"Do something with your godson Severus!" Minerva exclaimed in exasperation, "the seven years I dealt with the marauders was a cake walk compared to the three years since Mr. Malfoy joined forces with the Weasley twins." She sank into her chair with a sigh. "I don't know if I'll survive his fourth, particularly not with the Triwizard tournament happening." (Eventual HarryxDraco)