Undercover - for elfwhistletree and abigail89 - Harry/Minerva - PG
Title : Undercover
For : elfwhistletree and abigail89
Pairing : Harry/Minerva
Prompt : *the prompt is at the end, because abigail89 doesn't know what it is*
Words : 1217
Rating : PG


There was reliable intelligence that there was a high ranking prisoner being held at the Malfoy Townhouse in Belgravia.

If there was the slightest chance that it was Hermione, Harry forbad anyone not raised in the Muggle world to go within a mile of the house.

Nothing would stand out more amongst the wardrobes powered by Daddy's Trust Fund than a wardrobe powered by wizards.

"You are not going in there first, Harry," Minerva McGonagall said.

Harry looked round the room, at the devoted but eccentric members of the Order, at the fierce look on Ron's face and the twins' dragonskin jackets.

"There's no one else who I can trust not to look suspicious," Harry said firmly.

Minerva blurred and a rather stern looking cat sat on the table.

Fred laughed.

She changed back and Harry looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Fine," he said. "You can go and sun yourself in the square, but no closer – Malfoy saw your Animagus form as often as I did."

"Very well," she said. "I will watch the house until sundown, and let you know what I've seen."

"Thank you, I'll be there," Harry said solemnly, and she tutted and Disapparated.

At sundown, Harry Transfigured himself the smartest three piece pinstripe suit and bowler hat that he could picture, turned his broomstick into a furled umbrella, and Apparated into the shadows of the gardens in the centre of the exclusive square.

He was looking up at the house, when the tabby cat sauntered up and peeped through the railings beside him.

He automatically scritched it behind the ears, and then blushed when it flowed back into the Headmistress.

And then flailed and fell over backwards, into a flower border, when he saw what she was wearing.

"Minerva!" he squeaked.

"What?" she asked, with a raised eyebrow, flicking an imaginary piece of lint off her shoulder.

He gestured at what could only be called her body, even though it had never previously occurred to him that she had one.

"What is that?" he gasped.

"We are here as cat burglars, are we not?" she asked. "Well, this is known as a 'catsuit'; very practical for climbing over balconies, and suchlike. I'm not breaking into the house wearing heavy robes."

She held out her hand, to help him to his feet, and Harry took it, blushing.

"So," he said, wondering how he'd ever be able to forget the fact that she had breasts. "What have you seen?"

"Various minor Death Eaters have come and gone, all day, and Draco left about twenty minutes ago, dressed for a night out."

"So, you think just his goons are on duty?" Harry asked.

"It certainly seems that way."

Harry looked up at the house.

"How about the balcony on the first floor?" he said.

Minerva shook her head. "The light has been on and off in there since Draco went out; the room is in use."

They looked up and up.

"The roof?" Harry suggested. "And in through the attic?"

"Possible," Minerva conceded. "Although they are Slytherins, and likely to have their prisoners in the basement."

Harry laughed. "Really? That simple?"

"I'm afraid so," she said. "That is why we automatically looked up to the roof. Gryffindors would go through the attics, Slytherins the dungeons."

"So, there is unlikely to be anyone in the attic."

"Very unlikely," she agreed.

Harry held out the umbrella and Transfigured it back into his Firebolt.

"Shall we?" he asked, throwing one leg over it.

Minerva smiled and climbed on behind him.

Luckily he was an entirely instinctive flyer, because those undoubtedly factual, if not particularly pert breasts were shifting against his back as they flew and her hands were pressed flat against his belly, fingertips pointing downwards, to territory he didn't want to go into.

As they landed on the flat roof, her hand accidentally slid lower and brushed against something that shouldn't have been there; not on a dangerous mission, and certainly not when the Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had her arms around him.

He flinched and moved away from her hand.

"Harry!" she gasped.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, dismounting and adjusting his pinstriped trousers. "It's the whole…" he waved vaguely at the catsuit, "…and the… holding. I'm sorry, very sorry."

He couldn't be sure, in the light from the streetlamps below them, but he thought she might be blushing.

"Perfectly normal physical reaction," she murmured. "When you… have it under control, we can go through the attic window."

"It's under control," he hissed, feeling very put upon.

Ron was not gonna believe this; Ron had always scoffed at Harry using an image of Professor McGonagall to get rid of unwanted wood, and he was gonna piss himself, laughing.

But then Ron liked being bossed around by strict women.

Harry shook himself and lowered himself over the edge of the roof, gripping the sash window and clumsily pulling it up.

Inside was a deserted attic room, and he swung one leg over the widow ledge and dropped to the floor.

Turning, he held his hand out for Minerva, and closed his eyes as she cat burgled into the room.

"What now?" he whispered.

"Now we go down, floor by floor, and stun anyone we find," she said simply.

Goyle was asleep on the third floor and Nott was in the sitting room on the first.

Both were left bound and Stupefied.

They didn't recognise the wizards in the kitchen, but they stunned them, anyway.

Harry followed Minerva down the narrow staircase to the basement, admiring the silent way she moved like a cat, even in her human form.

Just admiring in a 'we're on a secret mission' way, not watching her hips swaying, no, not at all.

At the bottom of the stairs, Pansy Parkinson was dozing in a chair outside a locked door.

Harry Stupefied her, his heart racing.

Minerva went to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open to reveal a darkened room; Harry cast a soft Lumos and held his wand high.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as Hermione blinked at him from a narrow cot bed.

Rushing to her side, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

Sitting back on his heels, he brushed her hair out of her face and sighed happily.

"It's really you," he said.

Hermione looked back and forth between him and Minerva, wide eyed.

"We're… undercover," he explained.

"Very dapper," Hermione said quietly.

He helped her to her feet and carefully led her up to the kitchen.

By the time he got there, Minerva was back in robes and using Malfoy's fireplace to call for help.

Seconds later, half the Order had Apparated or Flooed into the house and the bound Death Eaters were being roused and led away.

Molly and Tonks took Hermione away to St Mungo's and Harry and Minerva were finally left alone, side by side, in the kitchen.

They looked round the room and both sighed, happily.

They had found Hermione; no one had been hurt; everything was back to normal.

Harry looked at Minerva, in her sensible robes, buttoned to the throat.

"Minerva?" Harry asked. "Do you still have that catsuit?"

Minerva rolled her eyes.

"Go away, Harry," she said.
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Yes, elfwhistletree's prompt was The Avengers and the catsuit!

Bizarrely, it was originally gonna be Trio (even though that is New Avengers), until abigail89 wanted some Harry/Minerva, and elfwhistletree flailed and said 'OMG, does my prompt work for that pairing, or what?"

So, abigail89, what d'you think?

And? Guess what? You and elfwhistletree both have the same and very lucky first name….