Disclaimer: i do not own any of the characters, they are all j.k.r's
A/N: this is a JOKE, meaning, i do not support this match or even think of it as anything short of DISGUSTING.
Longing So Long Denied
Chapter 1: In the Classroom
He hated her class. It was sheer torture. He had to stare at her, unable to hold her, touch her, love her. The pink bow in her hair reminded him of butterflies and pretty flowers. Her wide face was so open and left more room for kissing then any other face he'd ever known, or kissed. He loved her high girlish voice. He took a breath and stepped into the classroom.
Dolores Umbridge watched her class filing into her room, she tried to pretend that she wasn't really watching them. Then he entered the room. All false pretence of being otherwise occupied spell in the classroom setting, periodically reminding herself to dropped, and she openly stared at him. His young muscles rippled under his cloak. His black hair fell into his green eyes. Enchanting green eyes. She pretended not to have fallen under his keep her jaw closed. She loved to torment him, that's what she did with her men. She purposefully provoked him, relishing his turbulent responses. And then there was the detentions. How she had loved those detentions when he sat near her, for hours. She could feel his sexiness radiating to her from the little table as he sat writing. She knew that if she made him mad it only meant more passion later.
Harry watched Umbridge from behind his large book. She moved with such grace, such style, her stubby fingers just turned him on. He hated her classes more than any other teacher's, not because of the text but because of the torment and temptation he was experiencing right now. He didn't take in a word of what she said all class, just let the melodious sound of her voice wash over him, wiping away the stress and frustration of the day.
He could feel his blood boiling, the passion and desire were too much for him. He stood up, the entire class turned to stare.
"Voldemort's back out there, you can't pretend he doesn't exist just because you don't want to face the facts! He killed Cedric!"
Umbridge gave him a cool look, one which he loved.
"Detention." She said, in her wonderful voice.
Harry felt elated he would be spending the night in Dolores's office, by the one for whom he felt such great passion.
The bell rang, and he sighed in resignation. Gathering up his books he left the classroom, his heart full of lust and yearning.