~Hello. So while explaining to my niece that there are no limits to fanfiction, and no one can stop you from treading where others dare not go, she remained silent, and I thought I wasn't getting through to her, until she said, "What about Hermione and Umbridge? Could you write that? I dare you." Well, you don't have to tell me twice.~
A shiver went down Hermione's spine. She had detention. She never had detention. Not even the meanest and the strictest teachers would go so far as to give her detention. Professor Snape would reprimand her for talking out of turn all class long but obviously rare felt the need to assign detention. But she had it. She had detention with Professor Umbridge.
Hermione stared at the back of Umbridge's mauve knit dress. The teacher was organizing some papers, but it felt like she was perhaps avoiding addressing her student. As Umbridge turned to face her, Hermione's stomach filled with disgust… and something else… She had heard stories of what detention with Professor Umbridge could be like and honestly, she was scared. Umbridge moved toward her and placed her hands on the desk Hermione was sitting at, in order to lean over closer to her.
"Do you know why you are here?" Umbridge asked. "Yes. Because I argued with you in class. Because I spoke out of turn. It was rude and I'm sorry," Hermione said in the solemnest and most polite voice she could muster.
"Very good. You are so much more aware than so many of my students, it's because you're so smart." Hermione didn't know whether to take the compliment, "So pretty too," The professor reached out a hand and stroked Hermione's face with just a bent forefinger. Hermione shrunk away from her touch.
"Is there a task you would like me to complete for my detention?"
"Oh, there are plenty," Umbridge assured her following up with a tiny high pitched giggle and leaning closer to her face.
Hermione could feel the blood rushing through her body. She couldn't control her adrenaline, but she didn't know why.
"Well, um I should get started then shouldn't I?"
"Oh… Oh you, you're fearful?" Umbridge placed a whole hand on Hermione's cheek, but then pulled it away and turned to pull off her shawl and place it on the back of a chair. Hermione didn't know why but she wished the hand had stayed. Her cheek felt awfully absent and hot without her there. "But don't you worry. I'm not going to hurt you… well not just for talking out of turn."
"Professor," Hermione stood just to feel more in control, "I'm not trying to be rude, but were you planning on having me do something this evening? Because if not, I wouldn't mind getting out some homework,"
"Oh, look how responsible you are," Umbridge spoke walking around the desk over to her student. Hermione turned and they faced each other. "But I did have some ideas to occupy our time."
The professor slowly placed her hands on Hermione's waist. Hermione thought she should move away but she couldn't. If she didn't know better she would've sworn she was petrified. Not being able to move, Hermione couldn't do anything as Professor Umbridge leaned into kiss her. She let her, she didn't know what to do. She let her least favorite teacher scoop her up into her arms and gently but surely snog her. She must not hate her that much if she couldn't even push her away.
