Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and/or the characters or story created by J.K. Rowling. I make no money from using her characters. I'd like to steal them but, alas, I'll be sued and I'm much too poor to be sued.
AN: This is my answer to a challenge posted in the 'Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge' Forum, under the topic: Teacher Crush. It is a challenge where the author has to showcase a student's crush on a teacher.
I was given the task to write about Draco Malfoy and Dolores Umbridge and I chose a drabble format that comprises of three different, unrelated drabbles. Thanks to Rosa Clearwater for issuing the challenge. Hope I got it right!
Also, I have based Dolores' features in the first drabble off of the movie description and not the book's.
He forced her against her desk, his hands planted on the surface on either side of her body. Their faces barely inches apart, he could clearly see the little flecks of gray amidst the soft blue of her eyes.
Huskily, "Dolores…"
Surprised, unsure, aware of his nearness, "Draco, what is the meaning of—"
He pressed his lips insistently against hers, hoping for his message to be conveyed. And it was, for she pushed him away with a cry of disbelief.
"Stop it! You are my student!"
"And yet," he replied softly, "it does not stop me from loving you."
He was content with watching her. After all, to go any further would jeopardise any hope that his feelings would be reciprocated. He wanted to be as near to her as possible even if it meant suppressing his emotions to do so.
Yes, watching her would just have to do.
It was interesting, too. Fascinating to enjoy her little quirks and turns of expressions. The others thought her ugly. He did not.
To him she was beautiful, her radiance like a beacon in his darkest hour.
And he wanted that light; he wanted her. Yearned for her.
He loved her.
Monday, he bought her flowers but the next day they wilted and died.
Tuesday, he bought her chocolate but it melted and he sighed.
Wednesday, he painted her a painting but it fell over before it dried.
Thursday, he thought of telling her his feelings but feared he'd be denied.
Friday, he imagined all hope was lost so he went up to his room cried.
Saturday, he mustered up the courage to confess his love but found himself tongue-tied.
Sunday, he went again to confess, feeling fortified.
"Professor…Dolores…?"
"Yes?"
He bent his head and kissed her.
"I love you," he testified.
AN: Each drabble contains an exact amount of 100 words, as per Microsoft Word's word-count tabulator. I hope all that read the three shorts enjoyed it! Feedback would be wonderful.
