18 Dander and Dreams
Moody Apparated to a discreet Side street he had previously arranged with McGonagall and then stood with his mouth hanging open as snow began to fall.
The falling snow touched Minerva as she transformed her body back into her own and gasped with shock as the outfit did not change along with her to that of the muggle clothing she had planned. Instead it had returned to the short French Maid style outfit much to her disgust. What a Stupid childish error and with that man watching her with his gorgeous eyes, she had forgot the basics of magic for a moment. With a flick of a finger she sighed, the outfit had loosened its hold on her breasts and hips.
Moody noticed, his cock noticed too and twitched , shocking him into acting like a grumpy bastard. He abruptly asked how she had got on. He felt his whole being twitch as he gazed upon the red headed witch wearing a skimpy French Tarts outfit. He wanted to ask why on earth she was in such a get up but decided that perhaps this was not the place or time.
“You were right to think Madam Umbridge was up to no good, she was there with her other Pure Blood lackeys. Minerva explained to Moody how she had managed to watch the witch as she worked the room, finally settling down to sip tea and gorge herself on cakes while she shared secrets with the wife of the Opposition Leader of the Conservative party.
He hid his smile of pleasure, his cock didn't. He should have known that this witch was special. He turned away to hide the fact he had to use the charm to cool his ardour. Fucking libido, goes into hiding for years now it decided to come out to play every time this witch was within a few feet of him. She had done a splendid job and obtained the evidence he required. He thanked her and left.
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