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Should we-

1. write the story according to our original plot outline (warning: it will get nasty)

Or

2. would you prefer more vignette-type chapters about Harry and Dolores looking at each other and...

?

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Chapter 3: Detention

The door of the office opened silently. Harry hadn't knocked. Dolores hadn't noticed his entrance yet. She stood fixing her hair, placing a particularly pink and large clip in her hair. Harry noted how it matched the fluffy pink cardigan, stretched taut across her chest. O! how lovely she looked!

He nervously cleared his throat, glad to see how it made her jump.

"Come in" she said sweetly, grinning.

Dolores had taken a bath, combed her hair meticulously and dressed in her prettiest (and smallest) cardigan. As she stood in front of the mirror in her office placing the pink butterfly clip in her hair she thought about the detention tonight. Perhaps she should spend more time standing over him writing on the parchment with that black quill, his blood spilling onto the page. How she wished that he were writing "I love you Dolores" or "Dolores, sex goddess," or perhaps drawing a heart with her name. But she would take her time, no need to rush things. Such lovely thoughts, like silk sheets, cold champagne, and candlelight, had been running through her head when he walked in. She was startled out of her reverie. He was early. Early. He stood in the doorway, she hoped he had come to sweep her off her feet and take her into the room adjoining the office, with the king sized bed. Plenty of space for their passion. But first—detention.

"Come in," she said, in what she hoped was a seductive voice, "your chair's right over here." Idiot, of course he knew where to sit, but he must always think she was in control. Young sexy man, he had so much to learn...

As he walked forward towards his designated chair, Dolores took the time to look Harry over, from his flawless facial features to the length of his firm young body. To others looking in on the scene, she would have appeared as a stern teacher scrutinizing her pupil to make him nervous. True, Dolores was scrutinizing Harry—but only for the personal reason of wanting to enjoy the fine specimen of eye candy in front of her. She absolutely could not wait for the detention session to progress…

Harry found himself a bit anxious as he walked towards the chair. Did he look alright? Would she find his glasses dorky? His hair of course, was utterly uncontrollable, but he had accepted long ago that there was nothing he could do to remedy that. But what of his cologne? He had secretly stolen a drop of Fred's before coming down. After all, Fred seemed to have no trouble scoring chicks. He hoped it was noticeable, yet subtle in that she wouldn't think he was trying so hard. Desperately, Harry tried to make his walk manly, with confident strides. However, what Harry found the most frustrating about the whole experience was that he couldn't ask any of his friends for advice. If only he could have asked some of the older, more experienced Gryffindors about how to act and what to wear…. But of course, they would interrogate Harry about exactly who he was trying to impress, and that…well, that, he didn't think would go over well.

Harry reached for his chair, pulling it from the table. Subtly he shifted it a few inches over, just to be closer to that sexy body by the desk as he wrote. Sitting down he picked up the black quill that was his greatest tormenter, and began to write. The slicing pain only made him think more of his passion for Dolores. How he hated when other students called her "Umbridge" they couldn't appreciate such a beautiful name. Dolores, Dolores. He sighed inwardly, hoping she wouldn't notice. Or maybe she would. Perhaps that's what he really wanted. Yes, he wanted to show his passion. Maybe one day he would stand up in the dining hall at breakfast and shout out "I lust for Dolores" or "Sleep with me baby Dolores", but it would never do. He might be expelled after all, and then they would be separated...

For the next several minutes Harry fantasized about his leaving Hogwarts and Dolores following. Oh, how much time they could spend together...