Jenna stared at the door to Umbridge's office. Her heart racing. It was almost seven. Should she knock? Or should she wait until the exact hour? Would that make her seem too eager?
Hesitantly, she raised her hand to knock, hating the way it trembled.
She held it half an inch away from the door, steeling herself. Just do it. Just knock…
"Oh, do come in, Miss Harper, and stop trembling so much!" Umbridge's voice called from the other side of the door. "I don't bite!"
Jenna sat on the edge of her seat, shifting nervously under Umbridge's gaze. Her hands were shaking too badly to drink her tea without spilling it down her front, so she'd carefully set the cup on an endtable. Umbridge studied her, smiling softly.
"You look positively terrified, dear…" she said after a moment, setting her tea down. "Surely, you must know I'm not going to hurt you."
Jenna bit her lip, thinking back to the cuts someone had seen on Potter's hand. Umbridge seemed to read her mind.
"Oh, darling." She leaned forward, resting her hand on Jenna's knee. "This isn't a detention. You aren't being punished. I know what a good girl you are… What a sweet, pretty girl you are…"
As Umbridge caressed her knee, Jenna forced herself to look around the office. Look at something… anything…
She studied the plates on the wall. All those wide-eyed, mewing little kittens. As much as she liked cats, those eyes were somewhat… unnerving.
"I have never seen so many cats in one room." She noted softly. Umbridge giggled.
"Oh, yes. I just love little pussy cats." Her pink lips curled into a saccharine smile. "Do you like cats, Miss Harper? Hmm? Do you like kitties?"
"…Yes, Professor. I have a cat. Well… he's Wyatt's cat, too. His name is Fiddlesticks."
"Fiddlesticks? What a sweet name…" Umbridge's pudgy hand slid a tiny bit higher up Jenna's leg. "Did you bring him to school?"
"Yes, Professor… Um…" Jenna shifted slightly. "He's… probably out chasing rats right now. Or flirting with Mr. Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris."
"Flirting with her?" She smirked. "Bit of a romantic, is he?"
"He's just a dirty old man." Jenna laughed nervously. "I've tried telling him she's much too good for him, but he just won't listen. He's positively smitten."
"Ah, love." Umbridge sighed softly. "There are so few true romantics in the world. I often feel I may be one of the only ones left…" She smiled. "I suppose I've always adored the idea of… finding that one, special person to complete me. The idea of being totally, irrevocably devoted to someone, and to have them just as devoted to me…" She giggled. "Forgive me, dear. I don't mean to embarrass you."
"Oh… it's fine, Professor." Jenna smiled, her cheeks hot. "I… I completely agree with you. It's an attractive thought, that there might be someone out there that you can give your entire self to without worrying that they'll mistreat it."
Umbridge smiled.
"Do you know why I asked your brother here, Miss Harper?" she murmured, her hand continuing to rub Jenna's leg.
"T-to talk about the Ministry…" Jenna whispered, not sure if she wanted to shrink away from Umbridge or let her continue.
"That was simply an excuse, my dear. No… I wanted him here because I wanted to know more about you…" Her hand had now slid under Jenna's skirt, and was resting on her bare thigh. "I wanted to know all about his gorgeous little sister."
Jenna tensed slightly, her cheeks going hot. Would it… kill the mood to mention that she was five minutes older than Wyatt?
"I'm sure your brother's already told you…" she continued softly. "That he told me how you feel…"
"He says he thinks you drugged him." Jenna's voice trembled as she spoke. "That you put something in his tea."
"Oh, he's very much right, my dear. I did." She traced circular patterns on Jenna's thigh with her fingertips. Jenna felt her stomach clench. "I… suppose it wasn't very ethical of me… I just wanted him to tell me everything about you. I wanted to know what I'd have to do to make you mine." Umbridge rose, closing the distance between them quickly and straddling Jenna's lap. "I was all set to formulate this huge… complicated… plan… And then he said that you were already interested in me, I thought that, perhaps, that wouldn't be necessary…"
"Professor…"
"Call me Dolores, darling." The older woman murmured, resting her forehead on Jenna's. "If… if you're still interested, that is…" Her flirtatious confidence seemed to fade slightly. Jenna quickly slid her hands onto the woman's hips.
"Dolores…" she murmured. "You have no idea how interested I am."
Their lips met gently, sweetly. Jenna found herself slightly… disappointed, however. This woman, despite her age, clearly had… no idea how to snog properly. She was just… puckering. It was like kissing a child.
"Dolores," Jenna pulled back. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"
"Well, once or twice…" The woman's cheeks went pink. "Why? Was that… it wasn't very good, was it?"
Jenna smirked.
"It was bloody sad, Dolores. But nothing a bit of practice won't solve."
Over the next couple of hours, Jenna forced herself to take control of the situation. When it came to being physical, she'd always let Olivia be the dominant one when they'd been dating. However, she'd picked up a thing or two from her ex-girlfriend, and it wasn't long before she was guiding Umbridge… no… Dolores… to the plush pink loveseat by the window.
She didn't return to the common room until nearly eleven. By that time, Wyatt was nervously pacing the floor, checking his watch every few minutes.
When she came through the door smiling, he rolled his eyes. She practically floated over to him, her cheeks a vibrant pink.
"I'm about to get more detail than I want, aren't I?" he asked with a smirk. Jenna simply giggled, wrapping her arms around her waist.
He had no idea.