"Now you do realise, Miss Skeeter, that I do not condone the use of force on the dear little children."
"Of course not, Professor". Rita's smile was just on the right side of condescension not to be called slimy, but anyone watching would have seen the naked ambition in her eyes. She gestured at her notebook and the Quick Quotes Quill picked itself up and stood at proud and ready attention, its pink plumes echoing the dreadful decor of Dolores Umbridge's office. Rita awaited the next officious pronouncement from Professor Umbridge with a delightful anticipation, certain that all the things she said would be malleable enough to make a salacious story for Witch Weekly's readers. "I'm sure you have their best interests at heart. But do tell me - how exactly do you intend to keep those teenage hormones from causing mayhem in the school?"
Dolores smiled one of her terribly simpering smiles, and paused to consider how best to answer this. "They are, after all, only children", she proffered, "and as such cannot be trusted to behave in a sensible manner. So I shall reduce the temptations. I shall minimise the time that they can spend together with proclamations and house penalties, and ... Miss Skeeter?"
Rita took a further step into the room and shut the door behind her with one foot. "Professor, did you know..." Her voice dropped a little, and gained a husky tone that hadn't been heard since Lucius Malfoy had offered her a clandestine night-time meeting. "Dolores, when you become all officious, it's ... very alluring."
This, for the first time, stopped the pink-clad Professor in her tracks. That Rita had taken several steps forward, and was now most definitely far closer than professionalism would allow, was uppermost in her mind. That Rita had now taken her Quill and was gently running down Dolores's ear, under the jaw line and towards the collar, was a bit of a liberty. But strangely fascinating.
"Tell me, Professor, about those hormones. When their faces get flushed with desire. When their minds start running on their partner's lips kissing theirs, gently licking down their collarbone towards their breasts, how exactly do you plan to control them?"