You Started it, Professor!

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Harry glanced around the corner of the Charms corridor and, finding it clear of female Gryffindors, hurried through it ignoring the glares he got from members of what had formerly been his house. He still couldn't get used to being a student, a Slytherin student no less, in Tom Riddle's sixth year. Everything was very...weird.

"Alright there Evans?" asked a familiar silky voice.

"Gah, Tom! Don't do that!" hissed Harry, starting slightly and nearly dropping his books.

Tom Riddle laughed at him without remorse. Harry was surprised to find that this young Voldemort wasn't such a bad guy. Obsessed with proving himself and a little bit twisted after years of living in that orphanage but not beyond redemption just yet. As long as Harry could keep him from unleashing that Basilisk he thought he had a chance of converting the young Slytherin.

"You look like a hunted rabbit."

"I might as well be, did you see the way she looked at me!" Harry demanded.

"You mean like you were lunch?" laughed Tom.

"It's not funny, that woman is seriously out of her bloody tree!"

"Just don't let her catch you avoiding her. I wouldn't put myself on the wrong end of her temper if I could avoid it. I don't see why you keep avoiding her anyway she's attractive, for a Gryffie."

"It's just weird."

"What's weird?"

For the second time in as many minutes Harry started violently.

"Gah, McGonagall don't do that!"

"Ah, McGonagall, Harry was just telling me how the minute he wants to find you, you seem to always miraculously disappear," said Tom with an evil grin, ignoring Harry's glare as he casually slid into the classroom leaving him alone.

"Have you been looking for me Harry?" asked a young Minerva McGonagall in a deep throaty voice.

Harry wondered if running away would be an appropriate response.

She sprang without warning, mashing soft lips to his own and wrapping long legs around his waist. All thought fled Harry's mind and his hands tangled in her loose long black hair as he pulled her closer.

Harry didn't think he had ever been more embarrassed in his life when it was Professor Dumbledore who separated them. He wondered what would happen if he ever got back to his own timeline and knew that it would involve many detentions with Filch. Still his former and future Head of House couldn't deny that she had most definitely started it.

AN: Alternate title: Why McGonagall Never Lets Her Hair Down.

A drabble I wrote a long time ago in a galaxy far far away that I've polished up for your viewing pleasure. Bit cracky but please enjoy and feel free to review!