I don't own Harry Potter.
This is rated 'M' because of strong adult themes and language.
A/N: This popped into my head on a late Sunday night while browsing HP fanfics. I was surprised at the lack of Umbridge/Harry pairings considering how much the torture plot in the book can be extended and…altered. For the sake of this fic, Umbridge is a sexy yet bitchy woman in her late 30's. I like to think of her as Melinda Clarke in this fic so google that if you want a picture of what my version of Umbridge is in my head. Wow! I've got a lot to say about this. By the way, I haven't decided for sure about the POV's but right now it's just from Umbridge's perverted POV.
Umbridge's POV
It's a Saturday, no classes, no students to torture. How I hate the weekends. I walk by Harry Potter and his 'crew' whispering quietly in a dark corner outside the Great Hall.
"Potter," I bark and he separates himself from the group and steps forward. I pull him aside and stand across from him. I glance over his untidy outfit and pauses at his…ample package.
I force my eyes back up to his face and say, "What are you doing socializing with large group of students. You know the rules."
"Nothing," Potter replies, remaining stolid.
"Right, you will not lie to me or disobey me again. Be at my office at midnight," I reply to the meaty young man in front of me. Potter will be the perfect way to let off some steam. The ministry said I could use 'any' punishment necessary to teach this students a lesson.
Later that night in Umbridge's Office
It's currently 12:01. Harry is late. 20 seconds later, Harry slowly struts in as if he is not nearly two minutes late.
"You're late," I snarl at him. He says nothing.
"Put you hands on the wall," I tell him and point to the wall behind him.
He obeys my command as I go in my closet and get out my bag of special 'tools' for special students.
I walk over to him and appreciate the view of Harry's backside. I first cup one of Harry's butt cheeks in his tight jeans and squeeze it roughly. He flinches at the touch and I can tell he is surprised.
One flick of my wand and all of his clothes are on the floor. I take my whip out of my bag and crack it onto his ass.
"You will not be late again," I repeat each time as I crack the whip ten more times.
I turn him around to look into his green eyes which look surprised but also turned on. I am surprised that he is not scared. Little Harry is brave and likes to be domineered. I glance down and see that his dick is slightly excited.
I smirk, and say, "I think we will get along very well Harry."
The corners of his lips raise slightly and he replies, "Yes, Professor."
"Oh Harry," I say, "Call me mistress."
He chuckles and responds, "Yes, mistress."
TBC