A/N-Okay, since that last one was just a subchapter, I just connected it together. lol, The ending is kind of sad...But you'll get to read it soon! I lost my inspiration a little while before, but now it's back!

"All right, just this one night okay? But I haven't eaten dinner yet," she said, jumping off of his desk. Scrimgeour gave a devious smile. This would not be very good.

"Yes, yes my dear. Now, about your dinner thing. What shall we have my sweet?" he asked, walking into the middle of his large office, and making a small circular table appear. Fancy French chairs appeared, and rose petals were floating in the air above the table. Albus would kill her for this. It was a good thing he could not use Legitimacy right now. But some day her guilt would make her tell. Who knows? Maybe nothing romantic or horny will happen tonight. He sat down, and he pointed to the chair across from him. Maybe she should change? After all, what she was wearing wasn't suitable for a date. "Why are you worrying about this Minerva? This isn't even a real date! But you do have to look your best..."

"Scrimgeour? May I use the restroom real quick, to make myself look nicer for our dinner?" she asked, in the nicest tone possible. He nodded his head, and pointed to the doors on the left. She got up, and walked through them.

This was one of the nicest bathrooms Minerva had ever seen. The marble flooring, the pearl walls, and huge bathtub with some lily pads glistening on top of the water. She looked in the large mirror that was surrounded with many priceless jeweles. Minerva grabbed her wand and gave it a small flick. Instantly, her appearence changed. Her raven hair, curled down her back instead of in a bun. It had a few decorative ornaments on it. She hard a dark red lipstick on, and a little bit of eyeliner and mascara. She had a long elegant maroon gown, with some black pearls around her neck. It shown to her as fancy, but not for keeps. She stepped out of the bathroom, and there was some roast duck waiting on the table. She sat down very gently, and he started cutting it.

"You look marvelous this evening," he said, gazing into her eyes. She kept her focus on the roasted duck.

"Thank you Scrimgeour," she said gently. It was very tense. She noticed the knife stopped cutting, and she looked up. He tried to reach out for her hand, and she let him hold it.

"Why must you call me by my last name Minerva?" he asked quietly.

"Because, it is formal and respectable," she replied harshly. He let go of her hand, and continued cutting the duck. Finally, he placed some on her plate, and she ate it. He was trying to start a conversation, but she wouldn't answer him. Why should she talk to him? Finally, they both had finished. He made some cooked sherry appear. He uncorked it, after making the plates disappear and having wine glasses in there place. He tipped some of it into her glass, but she refused to drink it.

"What's wrong? You're acting so tense," he said casually. Scrimgeour took a small sip from his, and let it down. He drank with his pinky up.

"Well, that's certainly obvious isn't it?" she said sarcastically. He didn't appear very happy by this remark though.

"Remember the deal we made? I take out Umbridge, if you do whatever I say? Take a sip out of that wine, and then kiss me on the lips. Or would you like to remain expelled from there?" he asked fiercely. "I can't believe I degrade myself to such a level. It's for you Albus." She took a sip of wine, and then leaned over the table. She kissed him on the lips. He held her on the shoulders for a long time, and then finally let go.

"Owww! Your lips are sour!" he said, making a fake squeezed up face. She felt so vandalized. This was terrible. He was taking advantage of her.

"I want to show you something Minerva. Something very special," he said, pointing to the doors, next to the bathroom. He walked towards those doors, and she followed him. It was a bedroom. She couldn't breath. McGonagall knew what he wanted. But would she ever be able to give it to him? He walked over to a small cabinet next to the bed, and he turned on the lamp. The room instantly looked brighter. It would be a very nice room, if she wasn't so nervous. The covers were a beige color, and the walls were teal. Some portraits of animals were on the walls, and wooden bureas were edged along the wall.

With the small cabinet, he opened the shelf, and was scavering through it. He got a gleeful face, and brought out a small leather box. He brought it next to her, and got down to one knee. He opened it, and inside was a magnificent canary diamond. She gasped when she saw the ring.

"Minerva, will you be mine? Stay here at the ministry, and we'll be together. And maybe someday we'll even get married. Just, truly go out with me once? Without me having to black mail you?" he asked, in a sophisticated manner. What should she say? Maybe he would be a little nicer if she truly went out with him once...But that would definitely be betraying Albus, and she didn't want to do that.

"Oh, Scrimgeour. I...I don't know. It's a lot to ask in such a small moment of time. And you just black mailed me...But, this is so sweet," she said, gazing at the ring.

"Please Minerva. Make me the happiest man on Earth."

"Give me some time! I've only been out with you this once, and I was forced too! Please, just let us continue with this night and let me choose tomorrow morning," she said desperatly. He nodded, and closed the leather box.

"I'm glad that you're giving me a chance Minerva," he said moving closer to her. He grabbed her hand, and stroked it against his cheek. She didn't feel like barfing. "...Minerva, you've already like Tom. Don't like this man too! Or else you'll be a slut!"

"But who said that I was going to say yes!" she yelled, and let go of his hand.

"I know that you're nervous, and I'm sorry that I'm doing this to you Minerva. But I want you! And this is the only way I'm ever going to be with you!" he said passionatley. He grabbed her hand again, but she slapped him.

"You don't love me! If you loved me, it wouldn't mean that I have to touch you! And you wouldn't keep me as a hostage! You'd let me make my own decisions, and you'd be fine with it even if it's stupid! But all you want is lust and sex! You just want to have a women to touch!" she screamed. He punched her in the nose, and she was bleeding everywhere. She quickly fixed her nose with a spell, and pointed her wand at him.

"Don't you dare act like a weak muggle! If you're going to fight me, have it be a proper duel!" she screamed.

"Why should I bother fighting you? We all know you'll lose. Now, we all know that you wouldn't like to have Professor Umbridge stay at Hogwart's, now would you? So, how about you be a good little girl and have some fun with me!" he said in a demanding tone. She gave him a hard glare.

"No...No, I don't," she tried to say innocently.

"Good, now put on this ring," he said, opening up the box again. She grabbed it, and quickly put it on her finger. She was ready to kill herself for doing this. But it was a must.

"Thank you dear," he said, he put her hair behind her ears, and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. She felt slightly warm, and her hands were slightly sweating.

"Sure."

"Lets make this more precise. I mean, our wants for tonight. What do you want?" he asked, holding both of her hand. She felt the sweat from his hands also.

"I want the school to be mine again. I want to be headmistress...Permanently, except if I resign my title or die. And I don't want the ministry bugging Hogwart's...Now, what do you want?" she dared to ask.

"Stay with me tonight, and then let's go out sometimes," he said, taking off his leather shoes. She watched him carefully.

"Okay, so what shall we do with the rest of the night?" But that was a retarded question to ask. He was already in the nude, except for his briefs. Minerva looked at him, and saw that he was pretty muscular for an old guy. Though it looked like he had gained some weight over the last few years.

"Scrimgeourm, no. I'm not going to be that much of a whore! I can't believe that I was almost going to be able to accept this a long time ago, but I'm just not going to lower myself to do this," she said, trying to give him a pair of pants. But he shook his head.

"It's okay Minerva," he said softly. "I'll help." He slowly unzipped her dress and she gave a small gasp. "Minerva, you are a slut! Just think that you're doing things with Albus...Yeah! Yeah, that'll work!"

She slipped off her dress, and imagined that Albus was watching her. It was pretty hard, because this wouldn't be the situation if it was Albus. He gave her a small smile.

"That's better!" he said, and guided her over to the bed and slowly pushed her onto the bed. She pulled his arms around her, and she imagined Dumbledore's arms around her. And truly, it felt very nice then. He was ontop and his knees were on the sides of her hips. He lowered himself, and started kissing her around the nape of her neck. She gave in a small icy breath.

"Albus...," she accidently blurted out. But Scrimgeour didn't hear her. His hands were playing around with the back of her bra.

"Scrimgeour...Please...No...," she gasped. This was to much.

"You have too!" he yelled.

"Why? This isn't right!"

"I don't care..., Scrimgouer don't you want me to be happy? This would make me respect you more if you just let me be!" she cried out.

"Respect?...You're lucky Minerva. I'll take out Umbridge, and have you headmaster. But, you are claimed by me from now on. You do not belong to anybody else. You are not allowed to be with any other guy. Understand?" he declared, he climbed out of bed and started dressing.

"Deal," she said quickly. She put on her dress, and they apparated to Hogsmeade, and walked up the Hogwart's grounds. They were able to get through the front doors, after the guards were convinced that Scrimgeour allowed Minerva to be headmistress again. It was very dark, and the halls were empty. They walked over to the headmistress office, and he said the password. They walked in, and Professor Umbridge looked like she was in a huge rage. Smashed plates were lying against the walls.

"Why her! I've bee doing so well! Why do you let her back here, after you being the one wanting her gone?" she screamed. Scrimgeour just shook his head, and pointed to the door. She left in a huge puff, and Minerva, quickly redecorated. Everything from her former office, suddenly appeared here.

"Thank you Scrimgeour. Now, if you don't mind I have much business to attend to now," she said. And he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and left. Minerva let out a loud grunt, and ran over to her bedroom. She turned on the lights, and Albus was sitting up on the bed. She gave a small laugh. She guessed that when she brought everything to her original office, it even meant human beings. He literally jumped off of the bed, and gave her a bright smile.

"Hello my darling, I'm so glad that you're back! I was listening from outside the office door, and heard Umbridge singing a song about you being banned. She kept trying to jinx the wall, but she just made huge dents and holes. And finally you're back, and you're headmistress!" he said, walking over to give her a hug. But some sort of barrier was keeping the two apart. He kept trying to get through the barrier, but it seemed that he got a sharp electrical shock. He grimaced in pain, and backed away.

"Albus, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong," she panicked. And she tried to walk over to him. She tried to kiss him, but felt the barrier and she got a shock this time.

"What's wrong Minerva? Whatever it is...I still love you," he said casually.

"...," she tried to say I love you too, but nothing came out of her mouth. She panicked. Minerva ran out and went into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, and saw that she was still wearing the glistening canary ring. Minerva, tried to slip it on, but felt a burn around her finger. What was wrong. She pulled up her sleeve, and a saw a small tatoo reading, "claimed."

A/N-How's Minerva going to fight this powerful magic?