Harry and Minerva dragged the captured reporter to Dumbledore's office, banging on the door.
"Dumbledore, i don't know whether to laugh or not." Mad-eye Moody said, opening the door with the flick of his wand.
"Good afternoon, Harry. Aren't you supposed to get ready for the second task?" Dumbledore asked.
"Later on that. Rita is an animagus. She's been spying on the students and staff to get information for her stories." Harry said.
"Even if that's true Potter, you have no proof." Moody replied.
Pressing his want against Rita's skull, he dragged out the past two hours of her memory and put them into the pensieve. Dumbledore looked into the memory, watching from Rita's perspective as she transformed into her bug form and followed Harry.
Dumbledore could only watch in a blind stupor as Harry and Minerva interacted with each other at the prefect bathroom, gently kissing and touching each other. After watching as they captured the animagus he pulled himself from the pensieve.
"So, you two set yourselves as bait to draw in Rita." he said.
"That's correct. All the photos about us, they've been taken by her while she's in the animagus form. Dumbledore, you just looked into her memory. Why else would she follow us into the bathroom?" Minerva asked; everyone in the room looked at her in response.
"That could have gone better. But it's the truth. And i'm betting she's been doing this crap for years." Harry said.
"And what would you have us do, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Ban her from Hogwarts for the rest of the triwizard tournament for one thing." Minerva offered.
"I can do one better. If she's an unregistered animagus, she'll spend a long time in Azkaban." Moody smirked, his mechanical eye glaring at Rita.
"Well that's a relief. We'll keep her under armed guard. And you two… all these stunts you've done, they're over, right?" Dumbledore asked.
"They are." Harry said.
When they left Minerva pulled Harry down the hall until she was sure they were far enough from any prying eyes. She pushed Harry against the wall and forcibly kissed him again. Unlike other times before Harry was quick to respond, pulling her body against his.
Minerva broke the kiss, looking at the young boy in front of her. Conscience be damned, she wanted Harry.
"After the second round ends, meet me in my bedroom that night. We'll celebrate your victory." Minerva whispered, before she kissed him again.
As Albus and Mad-eye made plans on what to do with Rita, Mad-eye looked at the door and smirked.
"Albus, it seems that your teacher and student are preoccupied with each other." Mad-eye informed.
"Well fuck." Dumbledore muttered.
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Harry coughed out the water from the black lake, thankful to be alive. Fleur congratulated and thanked him for saving her younger sister from a grim fate. Dumbledore announced the judge's decision to give Harry second place, for 'morale fiber.'
Night came, and Harry left the commons room to meet with his teacher.
"Were you seen?" Minerva asked, pulling him into her bedroom.
"Nope. Thank Merlin for the invisibility cloak." Harry said, putting the cloak away.
Minerva pushed Harry onto the bed, crawling on top of him.
"Take your clothes off." she said, kissing Harry.
Harry wasted no time in removing his clothes, watching as his teacher removed her robes. Minerva straddled Harry, feeling herself clench around him. Minerva gently rode Harry, feeling him inside her.
Harry thrusted upwards, matching his teacher's pace. Minerva pinned his arms above his head, putting her tongue down his throat as they kissed. It didn't take long for both partners to climax, holding each other.
"Harry, that was amazing." Minerva said, kissing him.
"Well, i aim to please." Harry replied.
The next morning as everyone had breakfast at the great hall would see the good moment disappear. Minerva was eating some toast when a howler was dropped in front of her. Minerva quickly shoved the howler inside her dress, not wanting to have it burst in such a public place.
But said howler wouldn't be denied. It sprang out of her dress and spoke in Mrs. Weasly's voice.
"Minerva McGonagall! I expected better from you! You're using your position and authority to play with Harry's heart! What is he to you, your personal toy?! If i hear one more word…" the howler didn't finish its message as Harry incinerated it, a steely look in his eyes.
Unable to face everyone in the hall, Minerva broke from her seat and ran out of the great hall struggling to contain her emotions. Harry ran after her in response.
"Harry and Minerva, sitting in a tree. F-u-c-k-i-n-g!" a slytherin student mocked, only for Harry to stun her without breaking stride on his way out.
Harry all but ran towards her room, finding the door locked. Spells couldn't break thru it, so Harry had to kick the door open.
"Harry! The hell are you doing here?" she asked, locking the door.
"I came to see how you're doing." Harry said, watching his teacher.
"How i'm doing? The whole fucking school knows about us!" Minerva exclaimed, tears down her face.
"Min, they've known about us for a while. Or did you forget our plan to expose Rita as the fraud she is? Which worked by the way?" Harry pointed out.
Minerva took several deep breaths to calm herself down.
"Besides, Molly doesn't know the whole truth. Only what the newspapers said. I'll send a letter to her and explain the whole thing." Harry said.
A restless night had come for Harry, and he found himself wandering one of the halls of Hogwarts.
"Can't sleep?" Minerva asked.
"Can't sleep." Harry said, walking next to her.
Checking to make sure they were alone, Minerva pushed Harry against the wall and began to kiss him, tongues and mouths slobbering against each other. Minerva began to open Harry's shirt, only for the meowing of a cat to catch their attention.
"Someone's here." Harry whispered. The two quickly ran back the way Harry came, hiding under the invisibility cloak. Filch's cat appeared in view trying to sniff them out. Minerva had half a mind to transform into her tabby form and chase the intruding cat away.
"Minerva, is that perfume?" Harry asked, slowly backing away from the cat. Minerva cursed under her breath, as their secret meeting was about to be busted any second.
"What are you doing outside bed?" Mr Filch snarled aloud.
Harry held his breath and quickly pulled out his wand in response. He waited for Mr Filch to arrive any second, only for the cat to run away at the call of its owner.
"That was a close one." Minerva said, seeing Harry still brandishing his wand.
Harry and Minerva entered the Gryffindor common rooms, making sure their tracks were covered.
"Minerva, while i like the perfume you're wearing, you might want to avoid putting on so much. We almost got caught by Filch's cat. We got lucky that the second year girl was fooling around at night." Harry said.
"I know that better than anyone. My own sense of smell is stronger than an average person's." Minerva said.
"Because you're an animagus?" Harry asked.
"That's correct. Over time, an animagus may inherit certain traits of the animal they transform into." Minerva said.
As the two were chatting in front of the fireplace, Hermione and Ron were just out of view, listening to their conversation.
"Wait a second. You said you like my perfume?" Minerva asked.
"I do. It has a nice smell." Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry. Maybe i should…" Minerva started, but didn't finish.
"Do what?" Harry asked.
"It's silly. You might not even like it." Minerva said.
"Try me." Harry dared.
"Okay. I was thinking that the next time we have another secret meeting at night, i'll show you the perfumes i have, and you can tell me which ones you prefer. Those would be the one's i'd wear." Minerva said.
Harry smiled as he drank some butterbeer.
"I'd like that, dear." Harry answered.
"Oh thank merlin. For a second i thought you'd be opposed to the idea." she said.
"You know, i do have a question. What if we were romantically involved, joined at the hip?" Minerva asked.
"You serious?" Harry asked.
"I am. That howler that Mrs. Weasley sent me told me that others have read it, and will most likely believe it. Even if we were to stage breaking up, they wouldn't believe it. Besides, it's a bit exciting. The two of us having romantic encounters in the middle of the night, keeping a dark secret away from everyone else." Minerva giggled.
She turned her head aside to see Harry, only to see him in front of the fireplace with an intense look on his face.
"You didn't hear a word i said, did you?" Minerva asked.
"Where would we hold our clandestine meetings? We can't be intimate in the Gryffindor common room, too obvious. We could try your room, but people will be suspicious over time. Especially my friends." Harry said.
"Have you heard of the room of requirement?" Minerva asked.
"Never heard of it." Harry replied.
"It's a special room in the castle. It appears when a person has great need of it. Perfect for our meetings. We can make love to each other as long as we wish, and no-one will be the wiser." Minerva said.
"Brilliant, Minerva. When do you want to head to this room?" Harry asked.
"Right now. We still have time before the clock turns midnight." Minerva said.
"I'll get my cloak." Harry said, heading to the 4th year boy's dormitory. Entering his room, he grabbed the cloak and was about to walk out, when he noticed that Ron's bed was empty.
Harry thought nothing of it and followed McGonagall to the room of requirement.
"Bloody hell, Hermione. Harry and Professor McGonagall!" Ron said, aghast.
"I know. They're breaking a dozen or so school rules." Hermione said.
"I didn't think that Harry had it in him. He's got balls." Ron laughed, only for Hermione to smack him from behind the head.
Entering the room of requirement, Harry saw a large king sized bed as the room then changed into something more… romantic.
"I'm on top." Minerva said, pushing Harry onto the bed, falling on top of him.
With their clothes quickly removed, Minerva rode Harry, his cock firmly inside of her. Bouncing on top of Harry, her breasts smacked against her body as cries of pleasure echoed within the room of requirement.
"Harry!" Minerva exclaimed as she climaxed.
Harry pulled Minerva into another kiss, enjoying her body on his.
"I'm thinking this will work very well, Minerva." Harry said.
"On that we can agree, love." Minerva replied, kissing Harry.