Harry Potter: Ero World

{Minerva's Bedroom, Hogwarts}

{13th Oct 1991} 

{3rd person POV}

She woke up to a terrible headache and numb legs, with a cold wind against her bare back that sent shivers down her spine. She opened her eyes and looked at him. The comforting plain brown colors of her side wall gave her some reassurance even though she knew that things would never be the same. The guilt she was expecting came, but it wasn't about what she was expecting; her husband had died a long time ago, and she would always regret their short time together before the war.

She felt guilty about what happened with Rigel and her position as a professor. She couldn't ignore the fact that she slept with him. Broken memories of last night filtered through as she bit her lips. She could tell he was a little drunk; the firewhiskey had burned through his inhibition as it did with hers, and the result of that was this drunken blunder.

Her arms were still wrapped around his chest, and her head rested on his shoulders. She took a deep breath, taking in his musky scent and the hint of sexual interaction that lingered in the air. Slowly, she unwrapped her hands from around him and moved. She rolled over her side and detached herself from Rigel.

As she stood up, she shivered, her hands covering her breasts as she got ready to stand up when the situation worsened.

"Minerva?" A mumbled voice stopped her in her tracks. She looked back at Rigel's half-opened eyes as he looked at her in confusion.

"That's Professor McGonagall to you, Mr.Black," Minerva replied. She kept her voice as stern as possible. Which sounded rather off because she couldn't feel her upper thighs because of their activities last night. Still, she needed to nip this in the bud. Even if the momentary slip was intoxicating, she couldn't have sex with a student, one who was so much younger than her.

She forced herself to look into his eyes as they opened and stared at her in confusion. He slowly stood up as well, but he didn't reach for her. After staring into her stern face for a bit, he shrank back slightly, a bit of hurt visible on his face for barely a moment before it was gone. His face went back to a neutral expression.

He nodded suddenly as he moved. His eyes scanned the room briefly before he found where his clothes were stacked together. Minerva wanted to say something, but she couldn't put together the words. He removed the blanket, and she had to turn her face away so as not to stare at the hard male genitalia that had been inside her multiple times that night.

'I don't even have the potion. I need to go to Hogsmeade,' Minerva thought as she watched Rigel's movements from the corner of her eye. His movements were stiff, and even though he was clearly hiding his emotions, his body language was a lot different when she compared it to something else.

'Not the time for this. I'll talk to him late-' Minerva was in the middle of the thought when she noticed him freeze. His head snapped to the left, looking at the wall. 

...

"What happened?" Minerva asked after a moment of silence. She didn't want to talk right now, but the change in his demeanor was clear as day.

He didn't answer as he walked over to the wall and pressed his head against it. Minerva stared at him in confusion. She was about to ask him the question again, but then he turned back, his face pale as he looked a lot more worried about whatever had happened.

She moved, but her legs didn't want to support her, so she winced as she took a step off the bed. A few hurried steps took her right to him, and her hands touched his shoulders gingerly. "Rigel, what happened?"

He looked back at her, his eyes once again back to the stoic look that she had seen several times in classes. He was thinking, going through scenarios, and after a moment, his eyes dipped down. She thought he was looking at her bare chest and moved to cover it, but he walked past her to the heap of their clothes, picked up his pants, and pulled them over.

"Can you get dressed, quickly?" He asked as he slipped his t-shirt on.

"What happened, Mr Black?" She asked, and he paused again. His eyes looked back into hers for a little bit, not saying anything.

"The Chamber of Secrets that Slytherin left behind had just been opened; according to the family records, an ancient monster is hidden in there, and I'm afraid that someone might get hurt... Can you help me?" He spoke, his voice soft for the first time as he asked/pleaded.

Minerva found himself nodding as he turned away to give her privacy. The conflict that was rising in her made it so that she took a moment, but she quickly walked over and pulled the dress onto her frame. She could feel the soft silk rub against her sensitive breasts and lower lips, but now was not the time. 

"The Chamber of Secrets is real?" She found herself asking. Rigel nodded without turning back. 

"What kind of monster is it?" She asked. If Slytherin had left something behind, then that thing must have been more than a thousand years old. What kind of monster could even live that long?

"I don't know exactly, but if my guess is right, then we need to hurry," he said as he snapped to the right. He walked over to the wall and pressed his head against it once again.

'What's he doing? Can he hear the monster? Why can't I hear anything?' Minerva thought as she walked over to her desk and grabbed onto her wand. Rigel likely noticed that she was dressed, so he nodded to her and said, "Let's go."

They walked out of her office, and Rigel once again looked around after waiting there. Just standing outside her office for a bit, they moved. Her office was situated quite far away, close to the Gryffindor common room, and it was a brisk walk through Hogwarts that led them to their destination. 

Minerva noticed that Rigel's form showed a relieved look just moments before they took the last turn. Seeing that he wasn't so tense anymore, she finally asked, "What happened?"

...

"It's going back to the chamber, the monster." He sighed as he slowed down his pace. They slowly arrived in front of the second-floor girls' lavatory. Minerva looked on in confusion as Rigel fully intended to ambush whoever came through the door. As he walked over to the opposite wall to wait, he paused, his senses telling him something had happened.

He walked a little closer and bent down. The traces were very minute, but they were still quite clear. There was blood on the floor.

'Don't tell me?' Rigel thought as he looked at the wall above

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