Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. Ever heard of fans?
AN: Dolores Umbridge's point of view. She loves Fudge!
Cornelius Fudge. It rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? And it's got such a lovely flavour. Fudge, that is. And Cornelius is the kind of name that gains respect. The kind of name that deserves respect. Did you know that it means horn-coloured hair?
Your hair's another blessing. You look so wise and esteemed with it. My hair is a frizzy mess, but yours is immaculate and silver, like Dumbledore's. Yours, of course, is much nicer than Dumbledore's.
You like bright colours, and quite right too. My favourite colour is pink, as I'm sure you'll know, but you don't seem to have a favourite colour – you like them all! That lime green bowler really suits you, and the scarlet tie is perfect. The violet boots are really good, too, and so is the pinstriped suit, but I like the black cloak best. It's the way you flourish it when you wear it. I love the way it billows behind you.
And your voice is so precise, so perfect, just like the world should be.
I'd do anything for you. Absolutely anything.
I carried your books around for you when we were both at school, remember? I became your scribe for a little while during my early days at the Ministry. I went and took over that insane idiot Dumbledore's place at Hogwarts, specially for you. I watched Potter very carefully, and punished him for telling lies that were later proved to be true. I suppose you could say I worship you.
I prefer to say I love you.
But you don't know that, do you? You've never noticed.
I don't really care what other people think or feel; just what you think and feel; that's what's important. And if they get in the way… well, it's their own fault.
People say I'm heartless, but I'm not really. It's just that all my heart is yours, and I don't have any to spare on stupid people who annoy me.
Remember the first time you saw me in casual clothes, and you said pink suited me? You might have noticed that I rarely wear anything else now. If you think it suits me, it must do, and I do want to look nice, at least in your eyes.
And I never interrupt people, have you noticed? Sometimes I want to shout and scream at them, but I always remember my manners, often just in time. A polite little "hem hem," always works, anyway.
Sometimes the newspapers publish articles about how you're: "Getting on in years" or "Too old for the job." They always seem to base the articles on the colour of your hair, but you're not as old as Dumbledore, and he's still working. Although, admittedly, I think age has affected him more than it has you. Anyway, grey hair makes you look venerable. It's lovely.
I wonder why everyone hates me except you… I mean, they must be able to see I'm in love… I don't have time for them… I don't have time for anyone except you, Cornelius… surely they can see that? Ha! Listen to me, philosophising. What use is that?
I'd really love to get to know you better, Cornelius. Truly…
… as long as you don't keep horses!
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