Much to their chagrin, Albus gave Severus and Minerva the night off; and after dinner they parted ways, each looking for something to do. Severus decided to brew a rather complex potion, while Minerva, painted her toenails and graded essays in her pajamas.

At 9:30, Harry approached the statue of the regal lioness. "Sumatran Sunset" The lioness moved backwards, and Harry entered cautiously.

"Professor?"

He moved into the sitting room, silently taking in the red, Moroccan décor and the cherry furnishings. They were not at all what he imagined her furniture to be. He tried again "Professor?"

"In here." He heard from down a hallway. He wandered over to the open door and what he saw took his breath away. In the middle of the room was a huge bed surrounded by red and white mosquito netting. Small, white lights twinkled on the ceiling, and there were pillows in red, white, blue, silver, purple and orange in all shapes and sizes everywhere.

"Wow" he breathed. This was so un-Professor McGonagall it was scary.

"Professor?"

"Please stop calling me that. Think of something else." Minerva's voice came floating off of the balcony.

"Ok" Harry just stood their awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "Do you have something you want me to call you?" he asked.

"You can call me Mina. It was a childhood nickname." She said as she came back inside.

"OK."

"Are you going to get ready for bed?"

"Um….yes." Harry answered.

"Well, your clothes are over there" Minerva pointed to an armoire "and the bathroom is over there."

Harry nodded and headed towards the bathroom. Minerva was in bed when he came out. Taking a deep breath, Harry carefully climbed in next to her, and hugging the side of the bed, tried to sleep.

Warm, he was very warm, was Harry's first conscious thought the next morning. His next thought was that he was holding something. He tried to feel what it was by moving his hands, but his efforts were stifled by a "Move that hand just one inch more and I will hex you Harry James Potter."

His eyes flew open only to find that he was about to feel up his teacher.

Not just your teacher, your wife his brain reminded him. Doing the only thing he could think of, he kissed her cheek and got out of bed. "Sorry Mina."

Minerva eyed him carefully before going into the bathroom. By the time she came out, he was gone.

"Hermione!"

"Hey Harry. How was your night?" she asked.

"Very awkward. Yours?"

"The same."

"Ready for breakfast?" he asked.

"I'm starved."