Minerva was setting up for their annual girls night tradition in her chambers. Serving dishes filled with sweets made their way over to the coffee table. With a flick of her wand the drink cart wheeled itself to sit right in the corner of the room fully stocked with firewhiskey, aged mead, wine, and absinthe; all the girls favorites.

It was a long day of grading papers, reprimanding students and making sure no student left her classroom with a tail after any failed attempts at transfiguration. Minerva was exhausted and almost thought about cancelling the gathering but she knew once everyone got there, she would settle in for a night of gossip. She went over to the drink cart and poured herself a fire whiskey, neat, while she waited for her friends to arrive. One of Minerva's guilty pleasures in life was Muggle music. She had a Muggle record player and a collection of records. She decided to pop on a record for light music in the background while the girls were there. She had taken a fancy to the Muggle band Queen recently. Minerva set the record and lowered the needle. Quickly the piano began to fill the room, then the sound of guitar, bass, drums. Minerva's foot began to tap and head began to bop as she swayed drinking her fire whiskey waiting on the girls.

With a loud banging at her chamber door, Minerva ran to answer, "Poppy, dear! Come in! Come in!"

"Hello, Minnie! Can't wait to chat! I brought a bottle of wine, here you are! Oh Queen! Love them! Good choice." Poppy Pompfrey had become friends with Minerva while they were attending Hogwarts in their second year. At first, there was animosity between the two due to a dunderhead of a third year boy. Once they realized he was the one causing all of the trouble, they talked it out and became good friends. She had come accustomed to coming to Minervas chambers every Friday night when they started working at Hogwarts. It made them feel as though they were still students when they'd curl up on armchairs and tell one another the latest gossip flying around the school.

"Oh thanks, Poppy! You didn't have to!"

"Minerva, you tell me that every time, literally, and every time I say the same thing!"

They said in unison, "I could never come empty handed."

"Yes, I know Poppy. Just go get comfortable!" She swatted Poppy on the bottom directing her toward the sitting area.

Following shortly behind Poppy was Pomona Sprout, another former school mate of Minerva's turned professor, "Lovely to see you, Minerva. I brought you a succulent." Minerva took the oblong, prickly thing and set it aside.

"Thank you, Mona! Go take a seat we're only waiting on Molly, now. She should be floo-ing any minute now."

The two women poured themselves drinks and took a seat in their usual arm chairs waiting on their fourth and final friend to make the girls night complete. The three of them sat around and chatted while they waited, catching each other up on solely school news. Nothing Molly would care to listen to.

"Minnie, are you all there?" a face appeared in the fireplace she knew as Molly Weasley.

"Yes, dear, floo right in!" Minerva gave her permission.

With a crack and a flash of light, Molly appeared in the fireplace, "Minerva! Darling! Lovely to see you! I've been waiting all week for tonight, Merlin knows I need a break! I left Arthur with Bill for the night! I'm sure he'll survive. Oh is this the Muggle band Queen? Arthur has taken a fancy to them recently!" Molly made her rounds hugging and saying hello to everyone and poured herself a hearty mug of mead. She sat down with a big huff of air, took a nice chug out of her cup and settled in.

The women talked about everything. They vented about problem students, talked about the latest rumors flying around the Ministry of Magic, the latest news in the Daily Prophet, Molly's new life as a mother, the different ailments and accidents that make their way through the hospital wing of Hogwarts.

"I do have something I've been working on. It's quite…. naughty." Pomona turned a light shade of pink.

Poppy propped herself up in her armchair awaiting the juicy details, "Oh do tell!"

"Well…. I've started growing something that would make even Godric Gryffindor himself hard as a rock!"

"Godric Gryffindor is deceased, Pomona, you know this." Minerva said trying not to sound too uptight.

"I KNOW!" She said hysterically laughing.

Molly and Poppy were intrigued now and Minerva couldn't help but laugh quietly to herself. She wasn't a prude by any means, but she kept to herself when it came to certain…. subjects. Every now and then if she'd drink too much fire whiskey she'd indulge a story or two, but normally she would never.

"Well, let's have some of it, then! Merlin knows I may need it soon with my Nicholas!"

"Oh, Poppy, I can not believe you are still with that relic of a man! What is he 1000 years old?!" Molly joked through her mead induced hiccups.

"Oh tush! He's only 630! Doesn't look a day over 300 I'll have you know!" Poppy took a shot of fire whiskey. The lot of them couldn't help but bursting into laughter at the thought.

"Really, Poppy. Are you happy with him? You're in your prime, right now! You could have anyone. Anyone at all! Is Nicholas… satisfying?" Minerva questioned.

"Honestly, Minnie, you'd never know he was as old as he is. That Elixir really does keep him agile. I was only joking about Mona's plant. He can't keep his hands off of me. I do quite like it. I never really think about the age difference. He's an endless vat of knowledge and let me tell you…. All those years of experience really DO come in handy!" Poppy took another shot of fire whiskey as she fanned herself with her hand.

Minerva turned pink, "Well, as long as you're happy, Poppy it's all I - we- care about, right ladies?"

"Agreed"

"Absolutely, dear." Molly nodded and took a nice gulp of her mead, "Ohhhh! I do like this one. You're my best friend! That I've ever had! When I heard this song the first time it made me think of you lot!" Molly was clearly getting drunk and sentimental.

"Minerva, what about you? When's the last time you've been shagged? Out with it, you!" Pomona lifted her cup toward Minerva to signal it was her turn for some juicy gossip!

Minerva couldn't remember the last time she'd had a good shag. There was this one man during a summer holiday she had met. They had a weekend of passion and then never heard from him again. He said he'd owl but he never did. Honestly, she didn't really care. She hadn't wanted to hear from him again after that seeing as he wasn't great to begin with.

"I'll have you know I had a good shag just the other night." She lifted her head high. Chin up.

"Out with it, then. Who was it?" Pomona squawked.

Minerva gave a look around the room. She didn't have a name thought up just yet. She knew the girls would catch on quick. The farthest thing they were was stupid.

"Oh, Minnie. It's alright. Still nothing, eh? Not since that bloke from last summer?" Poppy leaned over and put her hand on her thigh.

"Two summers ago wasn't it? If it's any consolation, Minnie, Arthur and I haven't had sex since we made Bill. Between the pregnancy being high risk then, him working his way up the ladder at the Ministry, and now a crying baby on our hands at all times…. Who has the time?!" Molly chugged what was left of her mead and poured herself another.

"That's is, Minnie. We're finding you a bloke." Pomona slammed her glass down onto the coffee table, "Now, who are the prospects? Hmm?"

Poppy scratched her head, "Well, not to be improper but it IS the last year here at Hogwarts for some VERY handsome young men. Wouldn't be anything wrong with it once they've left I don't think!"

"Poppy! Absolutely not. Totally inappropriate!" Minerva exclaimed.

"OH, COME ON, Minerva! I was kidding," Poppy gave her a side eye while she took a sip of her drink, "Well, alright. I was HALF kidding. I know you'd never go for it. You can't tell me there aren't a decent amount of 7th years! A few of them are off to be Aurors! They're men! The Chiseled jaw lines, the muscles, the sense of adventure, the spontaneity…. THE MUSCLES! Is it getting hot in here?" Poppy started fanning herself once more.

"Are we sure we're happy with Nicholas, Poppy? Why do I feel like you have a select few already in mind by your description?" She gave her a side eye along with a raised eye brow.

Pomona and Molly started hooting and hollering making Minerva turn an even deeper shade of red. She could feel her cheeks getting hot. Poppy, as inappropriate as she was, Minerva's mind did wander to one student in particular as she was describing the 7th years. Chiseled jaw line, he was muscular but not unbearably so, dark features and dreadfully dark shaggy hair. His goatee started coming in, and she had noticed he had gotten a few tattoos added over summer holiday. He definitely looked like a rebel of a man.

'SNAP OUT OF IT MINERVA. IT'S IRRESPONSIBLE AND INAPPROPRIATE' she felt herself becoming warm and had to remind herself that he was still her student.

"I didn't have anyone specific in mind. Why? Did you?" Poppy leaned in closer to Minerva examining her expression.

"Absolutely not."

Poppy just kept staring at her in her eyes. She always knew when Minerva was lying. 'Don't push the subject' she thought to herself while giving her a death stare hoping Poppy would get the point.

"ahhhh. Well ladies, I am good and pissed and I have a man to get home and snog!" Poppy said with a stretch and fake yawn.

The women said their goodbyes and went on their separate ways. Poppy stopped Minerva on her way out, "Minerva, I'm sorry if I embarrassed you tonight. I get carried away with the fire whiskey."

"I know Poppy. You didn't embarrass me. I just… had never thought about my students in that way…. Until you started talking," she played with the fabric of her robes, "I could kill you."

"Minerva, you ARE attracted to one. I knew it! You know I can always read your eyes."

"Hush. Go. It's all fantasy isn't it? I'm old enough to be their mother, poppy. "

"Minnie, you may be forty two but… you are very well kept, have a nice arse, a big bossom, long gorgeous black hair and piercing green eyes. These boys are 18 - very much so OF AGE- they go crazy over an older woman. You know that. You could have them eating out of the palm of your hands by the time they're ready to be done with Hogwarts. Let the hair down, perk the tits up, cinch the waist on the robes a bit! Come on, Minnie. Imagine… they're all very….. TEACHABLE. Imagine taking a freshly graduated hot young thing and teaching him everything you know in the sack!"

"OH, POPPY! Have you zero decency? You've had enough fire whiskey for the night. On with you! Go home to Nicholas!"

Once Poppy left Minerva settled back in to her armchair with another full glass of fire whiskey. She had never thought about a student in such a way. She obviously noticed some of them were rather dashing, but it never went any farther after all she was old enough to be their mother. She was going to kill Poppy for planting the seed in her head. For making her mind jump to one very specific student during her ranting. She knew she was an attractive woman but for Poppy to say she could have them eating out of the palm of her hands was preposterous. They'd never even give her a second look. 'Would they?' She thought. 'Ah! It doesn't matter!' She scolded herself.

She caught herself licking her lips as her mouth parted.

'It has been a while hasn't it? Nothing wrong with a little fantasy' she said as she drank the last of her fire whiskey and headed straight to bed.

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'Dammit Sirius, you idiot! You should have snuck out when Pompfrey left' he thought to himself. Now there he was trapped in McGonagalls chambers under the cloak of invisibility with his mouth hanging open in awe. He would have never guessed Madame Pompfrey of all people to be the one to suggest an affair between teacher and student. Of course, he was glad she did, he was just shocked it came from her.

'You've got to get out of here…. but how?' he thought to himself. He scanned the room. 'Floo? No, it would cause too much commotion. I could just walk out her chamber door, she wouldn't see me. She would suspect house elves most likely.' Sirius was torn. 'You idiot. House elves apparate. Think. Think.' His heart started racing as he tried to find a way back to the common room. Suddenly, Sirius heard a low groan come from Minerva's bedroom. His head snapped to look in her direction. 'No way' he thought.

Another moan.

'Merlin, she's pleasuring herself.' All of a sudden, Sirius felt his face get hot. The door to her bedroom was open. He did think he could slip in and catch a show but all of this was making him feel like a git. The wager, the sneaking around, now invading her privacy like THIS. He transformed into his canine form and curled up in a ball by the fireplace. He'd sneak right out with her in the morning. Until then, he tried to block out the moaning coming from her bedroom.