Minerva McGonagall! Part-1

{Minerva's Bedroom, Hogwarts}

{12th Oct 1991} 

{3rd person POV}

Minerva looked at the stockings once again as she felt the smooth fabric stretch against her thighs. It didn't feel right to her, but somewhere at the back of her head, she knew it would work better for her and a lot of people if she just sucked it up and dealt with it. Plus, she was a little intoxicated after the meeting with Dumbledore, the contents of which were still lingering in her mind.

At one point, it was a relief that her worst nightmare was behind her. But the guilt had driven her to finish a perfectly good bottle of her finest fire whiskey.

At the same time, the meeting also allowed her to reevaluate her options. Rigel Black was an enigma. She didn't know a lot about the boy, but she was the one who introduced him to the wizarding world. He had seemed shy and innocent initially, but based on the rumors she was hearing and what Dumbledore told her, she couldn't believe she had been so wrong in her initial assumptions.

'He and Narcissa don't make sense. What is she even doing, fooling around with someone her kid's age? Is it just purely sexual? Is it because he's a known Metamorphmagus...' She was shocked when Dumbledore had let this little tidbit slip into their talk.

'Along with that, he's involved with the Rowle heiress, the Parkinson heiress, and maybe even the Greengrass heiress.' While she did feel a little ashamed at using this tactic, it was for the greater good of the muggle-borns. Plus, she was a wee bit drunk, and her moral compass was shot. Her eyes locked onto the grey dress she had selected for the meeting. It had been sitting aside in her wardrobe, collecting dust for years now.

'You can do this, Minnie. He's just a horny teen who is exploring his sexuality. Having grown up in a dingy orphanage, he's just craving the feeling of intimacy and filling it up with sexual contact.' Minerva hyped herself up as she picked up the dress. Here, she stood in the bedroom attached to her office, hyping herself up to try and entice one of her students to see things from her perspective.

'Maybe you won't even need to do much. He fought for Sirius every step of the way, going against the government and even the Headmaster to uncover the truth when everything was against him. He's a good one. He needs to interact with more good people.' Minerva thought as she pulled the dress onto her body, hiding her black lace panties and bra underneath it.

The thought of Sirius, James, and Lily prompted her to take another swig of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. It was her favorite brand, and it gave her the confidence to not wallow in her own self-pity and do something about it.

*Knock* *Knock*

A couple of knocks on the door interrupted her mid-swig as she hastily put the bottle down and slipped a pair of black high heels on. Her shoes clacked against the wooden floor as she walked through her bedroom and opened the door to her office, not before the smell of Firewisky from her mouth hit her.

She opened the door to find Rigel there. He looked a little nervous, but she watched as his eyes widened ever so slightly at her. He stood there transfixed, and only when she addressed him did he nod.

"Mr. Black," Minerva spoke. She tried to sound stern, but her voice came out a little slow and sultry. She was a little drunk, but she needed to be in order to get through the horrendous day she was having.

"Professor McGonagall, I was told you wanted to talk to me." He asked, prompting her to nod her head.

"Yes, follow me." She said as she stepped aside, letting him enter her office. His eyes traced the decorations of her rather modest office space before they traveled back to her scantily covered body, his eyes hungrily devouring her.

A blush made its way to her cheeks as she closed the door behind her. A flick of her wrist closed the doors and activated the ward around the room as she walked over to him, her hips swaying unknowingly as she watched his eyes attached to her swinging derriere.

'At least I'm still attractive enough to catch his attention.' Minerva thought as she motioned for him to sit down on a chair. Following that, she took a seat on the table beside him, bending forward a little to look down into his eyes and giving him perfect access to her cleavage.

"I talked to Prof. Dumbledore about Sirius Black." She finally spoke after letting the tension in the room rise a little bit.

"Ah~" he spoke, his eyes alight in understanding as he nodded. 

"I understand my Uncle and his friends gave you a lot of trouble in their school days, Prof. McGonagall. But I assure you, even after all these years in the hellhole, my uncle speaks fond words when he talks about you." Rigel smiled. The blinding smile was like a stab in her heart—a wound that she had been desperately trying to close all day with the Firewhiskey.

"Y-you talked to him?" She stuttered even if her mind registered the new information.

Rigel smiled at her as he squeezed her thigh, right above her knee softly, "Of course, you were his favorite professor. He holds you in high regard."

Minerva could feel the dam creak as tears appeared in her eyes. The guilt that had been enveloping her throughout the day made her slump down into herself as all her earlier plans were forgotten. She couldn't control her emotions, and as she felt herself lose her grip, Rigel leaned closer and pulled her into a hug.

She allowed herself to be comforted as she leaned into him.

She wanted to say she was sorry for not believing in her student and friend. They had fought a war together, and when he needed her the most, she judged him like everyone else and turned her back on him.

"It's alright, everything is fine, he's okay," Rigel whispered as he hugged her tighter.

"Everything's going to be fine..."

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AN - Minerva's fragile mental state and fire whiskey. What might happen tonight? I had to rewrite this chapter a couple of times before I decided not to write about a smut scene without some more proper buildup.

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