Other Peoples Secrets

Hearing Hermione whine Harry leaned into her, "What's wrong Hermione?"

"Oh what must Professor McGonagall think of me? What would she say if she knew I want to be used like a common whore. That I have such abnormal desires." Hermione mumbled.

Harry didnt like the way Hermione's thoughts were leading. He didnt want her spiraling into self hatred. He wanted a happy, perky bimbo Hermione.

Time to put a spin on things. If a disapproving McGonagall was going to stand in his way he'd just have to find a way to make McGonagall approving.

Plastering a smirk on and waggling his eyebrows at Hermione he asked, "You mean you don't know?"

Clearly confused Hermione looked at him, "Know what?"

Affecting a non chalant attitude Harry crooked his finger at Hermione to make her lean into him. "It's a bit of a secret I suppose. Something only Gryffindor's would know. Certain male Gryffindors."

At Hermione's affronted look at the implied sexism he contiued on, "Minerva McGonagall has a secret. Something she swears most to secret about."

"And how do you know this secret?"

"Because she told me it." Harry smirked as he plotted out the story he was about to tell on the fly. "You remember last night when she asked to see me after dinner?"

Hermione nodded her head and put on her serious face.

"She had me in her office and told me the first of her secrets." Harry didnt smile but he did smirk a bit as he told his first big lie. "Minerva McGonagall isn't as old as she looks. Or rather... she doesnt look as old as she is. She uses a glamour to appear the age she looks. Without the glamour she is a woman who barely looks forty years old. No grey hair, no wrinkles. Just a woman in the prime of her life."

"I... I mean..." Hermione tossed her head from side to side, "I suppose I can understand that. The older appearance does evoke a sense of gravitas."

Harry made an agreeable noise, time to take this to the next level.

"Then theres the next secret." He put his arm around Hermione and pulled her close so that they were side by side, touching each other.

"Go on."

"She's a woman, Hermione. And women have needs." He left it at that and stared at Hermione.

After a second Hermione tried to recoil but he kept his arm around her. "NO. No that's not possible."

He shook his head, "It is, Hermione. Minerva has a predilection for a certain type. Men of a certain age and attitude."

Hermione looked scandalized.

He nodded his head at her.

She covered her mouth with her hand. "And she asked you to..."

He nodded his head.

"And did you?" Hermione asked, a tinge of fear in her voice.

"Well, thats when she told me the next secret she has. Minerva told me that she's not just looking for a sexual release. She also has a desire for indulging in bondage and sadomasochism."

"Nooo!" Hermione gasped.

"Which leads into the last secret. Minerva McGonagall wants to be called Minnie and allowed to act like a spoiled bratty rebellious teenager who needs to be disciplined by a powerfully strong young wizard. She wants to be a student that needs to be controlled by a strict professor or a trampy girlfriend who needs a boyfriend with a domineering attitude."

"And she chose you." Hermione sagged into him.

"She did." He gave her a squeeze.

"And did you?" Hermione asked again with a tremble of fear in her voice.