AN: YAY! Second chapter up! Thanks for all the reviews. I tried to space and paragraph it better this time. This is my first fanfic, I lurv nice reviews, but please review and give whatever criticism you want. Thanks!
WARNING: this chapter is what the PG-13 rating is for though it is very toned down and I tried to have minimal swearing. And don't mind the numerous oh Gods in the story, bad habits die hard, and show through in my writing.
Chapter 2: Oh God!
Hermione jumped, freaked out by the realization of who the woman was and what she thought was going to happen…. A lock of her bushy hair fell from her shoulder into the pensive. Hermione screamed as the pensive pulled her in by her hair (ouch!).
The man stepped out of the shadows towards Minerva, causing the floorboards to groan as if they were in pain. Hermione looked up at him from her position on the floor, she was too stunned to stand. She couldn't see his face; everything was blurred. "Why the hell is everything so hazy damnit?" Hermione wondered, it was pissing her off.
The man started taking off his clothes. "Oh God," Hermione thought, this was nasty, and getting grosser by the second. Hermione wrinkled her face; she did not want to see this sexual fantasy or whatever the hell was going on.
"Don't you dare touch me you…" Minerva started screaming obscenities at the man. " SHUT UP! You stupid woman!" the man yelled and punched Minerva on her left cheekbone, knocking her out cold. Hermione heard fabric ripping.
"Oh My God! How the hell do I get out of here!?!" Hermione screamed and started beating on the wall, then the scene faded into darkness. Sadly, she had no idea how pensives worked. "No, I want out of this!" Hermione yelled at the darkness. She hadn't been expecting voices to shout back…there was more than just one rapist, Hermione realized as she heard other men jeering, like they were watching the super bowl and getting drunk with their buddies. Hermione felt her stomach flop and wondered if she threw up maybe the pensive would let her out.
Minerva's face was streaked with tears and more were rolling out of her blackened eyes. The blood from her lower lip, which she had bitten through, was rolling down her face and dripping onto the pillow along with her tears. She kept her eyes shut. She already knew the men had been switching.
Hermione shut her eyes, covered her ears and started screaming to fully block the voices and snippets of scene.
Minerva quickened her pace; she was twenty minutes late to a detention with a student, not good. That idiot woman Sybil Trelawney, trying to foretell Minerva's death, God the woman annoyed her. And then she found Argus Filch about to hang the Creevey brothers for dripping snow down the hall and she had to play peacemaker, thank God winter break was only a few days…not that she didn't love her job and her students, but she needed a break….
Minerva went inside her room, her office door was open, she never left it open. She went inside to find the culprit, who was not to be found in Minerva's office. She scanned the room; next to the closet door was a black messenger bag with ribbons and S.P.E.W badges decorating it. The crack under the closet door suddenly shone with light, and then it was gone. Minerva whipped her wand out of her robes and opened the closet. "Oh God!" Minerva thought seeing the pensive, the messenger bag, and piecing the two together. She put her hand into the darkness of the pensive to be sucked in.
The darkness in the pensive abruptly changed to show a fiery inferno blazing the room to charcoal. Minerva found Hermione sitting on the floor with her knees tucked to her body, her eyes shut tight and her hands covering her ears, rocking back and forth, shaking in hysterics. "Oh dear," Minerva grabbed the girl's arm and willed herself and Hermione out of the pensive.
Hermione felt the hand on her arm and the sudden drop in temperature, she opened her eyes, dropped her hands and stopped screaming. She was back in the closet, outside of the pensive. Professor McGonagall had her hand still on Hermione's arm and was facing her with a grim expression. "Oh shit," Hermione thought as she swayed, the full meaning of what she had witnessed, not to mention the neck high trouble she was in, hit her stomach like a brick. Hermione ran out of the closet pushing past McGonagall to the opposite side of the office into what she hoped was the restroom, and threw up…fortunately, Hermione had guessed right and made it to the toilet.
Minerva sat down at her desk and took a tin of altoids and a Honeyduke's chocolate bunny from three Easters ago out of one of her desk's numerous drawers. Hermione came out of the restroom and looked at Minerva and the waterworks started up again in full force.
" I'm sorry Professor, sob, I didn't think, sob, I, sniffle, didn't…" Hermione cried, sobbing at her Transfigurations Professor. Hermione wasn't able to choke out the rest of her didn'ts, not only because she was at a loss for words, but Minerva had cut her off, shushing her and handing her an altoid, which Hermione put to good use. Hermione noticed the look on her Professor's face, she'd never ever seen it in the seven years she had known the woman; she looked lost.
"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered and hugged her Professor. Minerva hugged her back as she felt the single tear fall down the curve of her cheek and into Hemione's hair.
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