This is going to be a veeeeeeeeeerrrry short chapter, but it's very telling on how Minerva thinks of herself. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It gets a bit hot towards the middle, but it makes you feel for Minerva at the end.
Minerva sat at the edge of her bed with her eyes closed tightly. She held her wand up and pointed it to her head. "Humanus Vultus!" Minerva flicked her wand over to the middle of the room and out came this bright white glow. When it subsided, there stood a young woman in all her glory. She was tall, lean, and curvacious. Her almond shaped eyes were bright green with specks of gold. Just below, her cheeks sat high and looked as though they've been air brushed to that rosy color. Pale pink lips were kissed by the air. Dark flowing hair fell down to her waist and brushed over her pale flesh. The young woman was a beauty; slightly straight nosed, Minerva crinkled her nose in recognition.
"Hello, my dear." Minerva stood up and made her way to the raven haired beauty. She allowed herself to examine her. "Slim shoulders, full breast, thin waist, round hips, lean thighs... and youth to boot." Minerva sighed as she continued to examine the younger version of herself.
"Did you plan on making good use of me or are you just looking?" Minerva raised her eyebrow at the younger woman and reached up to pull the pins out of her bun.
"Oh, I plan on making real good use of you." She smirked as her hair cascaded down the length of her back. Minerva outstretched her hand and the younger woman took it. Where their hands met, a bright red flash appeared and spread over both of the women. What Minerva had nearly gotten used to was increased 10 fold. Her skin flushed as a new warmth spread itself over her body and centered itself at the apex of her thighs. The younger woman pushed Minerva onto the bed and climbed on top of her, straddling one thigh. Hovering over her, the girl pressed her knee up to Minerva's sex. Instantly arching against the touch, Minerva pulled the young woman to her side and pressed their bodies together. The girls thigh was now pressed between Minerva's legs. With her eyes squeezed shut, Minerva thought of a young woman with hazel eyes and bushy brown hair as she rocked her hips against the firm thigh. Memories of earlier that night flooded Minerva's thoughts and when she came to a climax, she pressed her mouth against the nearest shoulder and muffled Hermione's name. As soon as Minerva collapsed on the bed, her younger self dissipated into nothingness. Her chest contracted and expanded as silent sobs racked her body. Curling up on her side, she drifted of into a fit of dreams and nightmares.
Thank you for all your positive reviews. This chapter was a little tough for me to write because I'm usually a fluff writer, but I gave it a shot. Give me some constructive critism :-D