A/N: Thanks for reviewing! As a Valentine's Day gift to you all, I bring you a new chapter and possibly a bad mental image or two. This one's a bit twisted (more so than the rest of the fic). If you haven't noticed, I changed the rating to K+. There has been some language and this chapter contains some mildly adult content, so I upped the rating just to be safe. I might have the next (and maybe last, I don't know yet) chapter up tonight, but if not, it'll be up this weekend at the latest. Enjoy!

Professor McGonagall was not having fun. All she had wanted to do was catch an early dinner at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place

before the Order meeting began, but nooo, she just had to get sucked into this silly game. When she first arrived at the Ninja base, she

was quite peeved, but was mildly comforted when Remus gave her a look that clearly said 'Yeah, I know.' At least she wasn't alone in

her frustration. And now she was in her tabby cat Animagus form, slinking around the dirtiest corners of the long-empty house, looking for

a stupid flag. This was not how she had wanted to spend her day.

McGonagall emerged from underneath a dusty bureau and tried to bat the cobwebs off from around her ears. 'We'd better win this

bloody game,' she thought angrily, 'I'll be pulling lint out of my fur for weeks...'

"Me-ow!" McGonagall turned in the direction of the greeting. Standing haughtily in the doorway was, to her surprise, another cat.

Crookshanks walked (seductively?) over to the Animagus. "Meow?" he asked. "Meow!"

"Meow-chika-meow-meow!" replied McGonagall. If cats had cheeks, hers would have been bright red. If cats could grin,

Crookshanks would have resembled a fluffy orange Cheshire cat.

McGonagall watched as Crookshanks turned and sauntered out of the room, tail in the air. He stopped at the doorway and turned to

her. "Meow?" he asked expectantly. McGonagall was torn. Should she stay and continue looking for the flag, thus possibly speeding up

this ridiculous game or should she go off for a quick romp with this mysterious ('but quite handsome,' she thought) cat? 'Bugger the

team!' she decided and followed Crookshanks out of the room.

Crookshanks led her around the house for what, to McGonagall, seemed like ages before they finally arrived at a door on the third

floor. Crookshanks leaped up and pulled the handle down with his paws. The door creaked open and he slid into the room, McGonagall

following close behind. The room was a library. A huge library, in fact. McGonagall looked around the room, awestruck. She made a

mental note that she should probably spend more time at headquarters.

The door slammed. McGonagall snapped out of her reverie and spun around, alarmed.

"Why, hello there, Professor!" Harry said, mock cheerily. Crookshanks was rubbing up against his legs. She'd been tricked! That

stupid cat had lured her into a trap! McGonagall looked frantically around the room, trying to find an escape. Harry saw her nervousness

and said, "It's no use, Professor! There's no way out." He then laughed so evilly that, McGonagall thought, he could have given

Voldemort a run for his money. It was definitely a scary thought. McGonagall did the only thing she could think to do – hide. The evilness

in Harry's voice as he called for her to "Come out, come out wherever you are!" terrified her and she suddenly wished she hadn't given

him all those detentions. She was under a desk, quivering with nervousness. She could see Harry's feet walk by, stop, and then go off

somewhere else. McGonagall realized that she had been holding her breath and exhaled.

"Gotcha!" Harry appeared from behind and grabbed her tail. He pulled her out from under the desk, her claws scratching the floor in

resistance. He put her on top of the desk and she promptly returned to her human form.

"H-Harry!" she said nervously. "How nice to see you! Would you like some House points? Maybe the Quidditch Cup?" She hoped her

bribes (however empty they may be) would make Harry slightly less evil. They didn't.

"A tempting offer, Professor, but that's not exactly what I'm looking for." He settled down into the large spinning chair at the desk and

Crookshanks jumped up onto his lap. He would have looked like the villain in a James Bond movie if villains in James Bond movies

dressed like pirates. "What I'm looking for...is the flag." McGonagall laughed at how silly she'd been being. Of course he wanted the flag!

What did he want to do, torture her? One look at the evil glint in his eyes and she thought that maybe he did, but he wasn't going to (at

least, she hoped he wouldn't).

"I'll tell you where the flag is, Potter," she said diplomatically, regaining her composure, "on one condition."

Harry was ready to negotiate. "Really, professor? And what would that be?"

McGonagall grinned. "The cat."

A/N: Yes, I do like writing about good characters being evil. It's fun. Mwahahahaha!