Warning: nothing of right now

Pairing: Minerva/Delores (IKR..ha) Your face right now (O_O)...My advice: Don't resist the pull you know you want to, you knooow youuu waant tooo. Muhahahaha

AN: This is going to be a two part story so without farther ado let the grossness begin...


Dark emerald robes flapped roughly against two powerful striding legs and hands tightly clenched into tightly coiled fists Minerva burst into the office with her head held high she was going to give this Umbitch (as her students referred to her) a piece of her mind. Nobody treats her cubs that way and gets away with it. Entering the area fully the animagus could not help but cringe. Pink, pink, and more pink the color was everywhere. From the high ceiling to the carpet blanketing the floor. It looked as though someone had dunked it in that awful stomach medicine some of her muggleborn students insisted on using. Minerva frowned. The walls, a dark bashful in color had a selves line across them with varies plates and figurines displayed proudly as if they were trophies. At first, the older witch didn't pay them much attention that is until tiny mews, purrs, and meows reached her sensitive ears. Time seemed to come to a complete halt and a beating heart dropped Minerva rotated her head in slow motion taking in the room more thoroughly They were all cats and kittens. The toad must love cats The feline animagus within shivered.

In the centre of the room perched on a worn leather back chair sat the toad herself clad in what else pink. "Why hello, Professor McGonagall. What brings you to my humble domain?" Came sickly sweet greeting. The older witch scowled.

"Headmistress Umbit-bridge." Forcing the name out through gritted teeth. "I want you to leave my students alone." She demanded in a low but stern voice.

A schoolgirl giggle. "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about Professor."

Feeling that famous Scottish ire began to rise, Minerva narrowed emerald orbs to slits "You know perfectly well what I am referring to, Delores." The older witch challenged, only to get a full on Cheshire cat smile in return. Minerva glared back in disgust-she's enjoying this. As if the other woman could read her thoughts she cocked her head to the side and giggled once more. "Tell me, Professor McGonagall, is it true that your animagus is a cat?"

The question crept into sensitive ears, Minerva's heart started to pound, blood coursing violently through pulsating veins in a mixture of fear and anger. "Ye.. she cleared her throat. "Yes, but what on earth does that have to do with anything?"

Ah and there it was, that bright flash of victory in those beady eyes. "Well then, let's make a lady's deal then shall we." That sickly syrupy smile spread like molasses over thin grey lips.

Well-toned arms folded over a slightly heaving chest and Minerva let out a ragged breath, nostrils flaring in frustration. "Alright what is it that you want, Dolores?"

Meaty palms fell upon the scratched surface of the desk, their fat stubby fingers interlacing themselves immediately. "I want a demonstration of sorts of just how this animagus process works."

The rage fled leaving only fear behind causing the older witch to step a foot back. Eyes darting around searching, hoping, for an invisible excuse and lips opening, shutting in astonishment. Minerva, for one horrible moment, felt like a rabbit confined in a wolf's den. "I..I have students to attend to." The excuse was hurried and weak, so in an attempt to get away with it she spun around, grabbing the doorknob in a tight grip but just as the now shaking hand was about to turn it.

"Well now, that is a shame now isn't it because I've heard some rather interesting rumors about certain golden trio scurrying about within the corridors at night." the threat was subtle but there. Minerva swallowed in discomfort. She, like most people, absolutely loathed being cornered.

How dare this woman attempt to blackmail her. Did she even know to whom she was speaking to? Obviously not. Minerva tried to wrap her mind around the sheer gall this woman had but failed. Perhaps, she could flee away from this, this madness that was called Umbridge. No. She could not do that to her pupils. Especially little doe-eyed Hermione Granger. This woman would eat that brilliant but naive mind alive. A long drawn out sigh in defeat. "Alright, Delores, I shall take part in this ridiculous 'demonstration' but this better not be a trick of some sort."

A hum of acknowledgment.

The older woman sent the toad a quick glare then took in a deep pull of oxygen. She felt her limps shrink and morph painlessly. The pores all along tingled with an almost electrical feel as hair lengthened, changed color and softened into fur. The pinched facial features burned a bit with the radical metamorphosis of a woman into a feline. All the changes were pristine but quick. The whole process itself only took seconds. Now once where a five foot six woman stood a domestic cat sat on its haunches with an unamused expression about its adorable furry face.

There was a gasp of awe followed by a "Here, kitty kitty."

Cat Minerva's eyes widened, paws unconsciously backing the tiny body until the tail touched the door. There was no way in hell she was going over there.

"Here kitty."

Once again Minerva stayed.

The toad scowled impatiently before snatching her wand from its well-hidden place and pointing it at the cat.

Minerva tried to react but it was all in vain as a bright purple flash slammed into her.

TBC.


AN: Hello my lovelys both to the ones that have been following me and my new sick fans lol. As most of you all know I am known for doing any femslash pairing imaginable without question and I DO mean any. Just request it do not be shy no matter if it's old women or incest I'll do it (doesn't even matter if its not in Harry Potter)