"What's new, pussycat?"
Nostrils flare. "That is inappropriate, Miss Skeeter, and you know it. I will thank you to stay within your boundaries," she admonishes crisply, without looking up from her books.
Before she knows it, Rita has crossed from the doorway straight to her lips. Crushing warmth ensues. Two pairs of glasses are set roughly aside and skirts are carelessly lifted. Not bothering to relocate to somewhere more discreet, the women frantically paw at each other on the hard wooden desk. Twenty minutes later, Rita emerges with lopsided hair and a pout.
There is passion here, but Minerva McGonagall truly craves tenderness.
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A/N: Things I Am Not Allowed to Do at Hogwarts Challenge #63.