(a/n - I understand that you may be wondering why this is m rated when there hasn't really been anything serious go on so far. However, I am trying to ease it in, since I have to give the background or it won't make sense. Anyway, I've only rated it m since I think I know how many mature things are going to be introduced soon. It isn't going to be too bad. Anyway, R and R to let me know what you think of it - you know you want to!)
Dracula's Daughter...
The day after their little staring rendezvous, Minerva and Albus set about casting a few complicated glamour charms that they had devised upon themselves. Only they were able to reverse them since they had devised them. Minerva was made to look like a startlingly pale woman so she could blend into a background when necessary. However, she kept her raven black hair since Albus had threatened to hex off her tongue if she altered one of her crowning glories. Minerva had retorted that Albus would never do that, since if she had no tongue she wouldn't be able to explore his body with it, and Albus had responded with his tongue, though not in a vocal way, unless the moaning that came from both of their throats counted for anything. Both of them loved their private and more intimate moments together; they couldn't be caught in public together at any cost. Soon, they managed to gather their thoughts and stop themselves, which was a blessing, really, as it demonstrated just how much self control they had even with the prospect of an upcoming war hanging directly above their heads.
2 hours later, and a barley recognisable Minerva and a similar looking Albus (he had only trimmed his beard since be wasn't being a spy) were in a dishevelled part of downtown London, a place which gave Minerva the creeps. However, Albus, who was trying not to be noticed, whispered some soothing words to his lover.
"you know how you can communicate with me, right? Are you sure we definitely got our newly created memory charm right so nobody will ever be able to see your thoughts? You will be safe won't you? Please be careful, my Minerva."
"Albus, I'll try my utmost best." she replied. "Now go."
Around 1 week later, Minerva had successfully gotten her news to Albus through their cleverly disguised way of triple item transfiguration. Only those who were incredibly advanced at transfiguration could do it, and it was incredibly difficult to spot. Minerva had kept thousands of hair grips in her robes, and she turned these into parchment and ink, then into owls or other birds that could fly to Albus, where he would turn them back into parchment, read the letter, then reply and return it as a bird once more. All in all it was a clever method, as Albus was now aware of how Grindelwald was getting some of his information. Grindelwald had a group of stunningly beautiful witches, who were all advertised through the wizarding world as 'the best night of pleasure a man can get at the best price a man can pay.' It was the role of these prostitutes to take information from the fine wizarding gentlemen that required their services in the brothel that they lived in, and take this information to Grindelwald, where he would reward them with what he called 'the skills those who visit them could only dream of.' Basically, Grindelwald had extensive sex with all of his prostitutes, before continuing to take over the world with the information he had been given.
Minerva had done very well to uncover this as her and Albus hadn't known whereabouts Grindelwald was based, only that it was in downtown London. However, she had heard 2 men from the ministry discussing their destination one Saturday night, and by the following Wednesday Grindelwald had managed to take over another part of the wizarding world.
And so, Minerva was stood on a street corner by the brothel one Thursday evening, wondering why it was so quiet that evening. And that is when she got stunned from behind.
Minerva awoke to find herself on a cheap and tasteless bed in a dark room with only a red lamp as a source of light. Around the room were various items. Handcuffs, whips, chains, consumable items. Minerva shuddered. 'Consumable at both ends' she thought, since some were edible and some were lifelike objects. Minerva then realised where she was.
A voice rang out from across the room, where Minerva presumed the doorway was.
"ah, a fine specimen. Very fine indeed. I will have to see if it is up to standards, though, physically, appearance has definitely got full marks. Pale skin and black hair. Why, damn how good you are in bed, you'll soon learn with me. You'll be screeching my name after the first few minutes! Gellert! Gellert! You'll call, give me more, oh powerful one! Why, you can be called Dracula's Daughter. You're catchphrase can be 'love at first bite.' I am such a genius, its a shame I can't put my name to this business. Ah well, now she must be willing to do my bidding." Minerva's mind then went blank.