Tuesday. September 10, 1995.

Jenna awoke with a smile on her lips, remembering the way Umbridge… no, Dolores had kissed her the previous night. As she dressed, she thought back to how Dolores' fingers had slipped the elastic from her hair and tangled into her curls.

"Jenna, my little kitten… You are so beautiful, do you know that?"

She recalled how her own hands had rested securely on Dolores' hips.

"Dolores…"

As she walked with Wyatt down to breakfast, she thought of the many tiny kisses Dolores had given her as she'd walked her to the door.

"I want to see you again soon, Kitten. Will you come back to me?"

"Whenever you want me to… Dolly."

That one last, lingering kiss before she'd opened the door…

"Good night, my sweet little kitten. I hope your dreams are sweet... I know mine will be!"

Oh, how sweet her dreams had been.

She glanced up at the High Table as she poured some cornflakes into a bowl. There was Dolores, sitting there with that sweet smile…

As if on cue, Dolores glanced at her. Her smile widened, and she looked up at the ceiling. Following the older woman's gaze, Jenna saw that the owls were approaching with the post.

A familiar-looking barn owl landed gracefully on Jenna's arm. Was that… was that one of the school's owls?

Carefully, very mindful of Wyatt's curious stare, Jenna untied the parchment from the owl's leg and scratched its head. It hooted almost affectionately before flying off once more.

"What's that?" Wyatt asked, looking over her shoulder. "Love note?"

"Back off, you arse." Jenna muttered, tucking the parchment into her bag.

She didn't get a chance to read it until after breakfast, when she'd ducked into the girl's bathroom to pee before class.

Kitten,

I've got an engagement tonight at five, but I'd just love to see you afterwards. If you'll come by at about six, it should be through by then. Perhaps you could bring a change of clothes and stay the night with me? I would so enjoy cuddling with you, my sweet little kitten.

I can't wait to cover you in kisses!

Dolly

She showed Wyatt the note in the library during their study period, and his face grew stony.

"Jenna."

"Wyatt."

"You realize why she wants you to…"

"Yes."

"And you're comfortable with that?" He frowned. "You and Olivia didn't do anything like that until…"

"That was then. This is now." Jenna smiled shyly. Wyatt gave his sister a reluctant smile.

"Do I need to send a chaperone with you? I'm sure Davies wouldn't mind…"

"I swear to God, Wyatt…"

..

At six o'clock that evening, Jenna once again hesitated as she stared at the door. What if Dolores changed her mind?

The door opened, and Jenna immediately jumped back. Potter?

The boy stared at her for a minute. He looked… agonized.

"Hello." Jenna said awkwardly.

Potter nodded, quickly stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"H'lo." He mumbled, shuffling off.

What an odd boy.

"Is that my Kitten?" Jenna smiled when Dolores poked her head out. "Ah, yes. That is my Kitten!"

Jenna giggled as Dolores took her hand.

"Hello." She said softly as the older woman tugged her into the office.

"Is that all you've got to say to me? Hello?" Dolores pouted, standing on her toes to kiss Jenna's cheek. "I've been pining for you all day, and that's all you've got to say? Just hello?"

Jenna smirked slightly, staring down at the fussy woman.

"Hello." She repeated, touching Dolores' cheek. This seemed to actually… annoy her.

"What? No 'how are you'? No 'I missed you'?"

Jenna blinked.

Dolores' cheeks grew pink. She was… seriously miffed about this?

"And now you're just staring at me? Have you forgotten how to- Mmph!"

Jenna cut the little woman off with a kiss, tangling her fingers into her stiff iron curls and pulling her close. Dolores' arms wrapped around Jenna's waist as a soft, almost blissful whimper escaped her lips.

"Haven't you ever heard of nonverbal communication?" Jenna murmured, trailing kisses down Dolores' neck. "I may not have been saying anything aloud, but…"

Dolores giggled, nudging Jenna backwards to a chair. As soon as Jenna eased herself down, Dolores was straddling her legs, her small, pudgy hands trembling slightly as they slid onto Jenna's breasts.

"Such a naughty kitty, aren't you?" Dolores breathed, gently toying with Jenna's nipples through her shirt. "Perhaps we ought to put you to bed right now, hmm?"

Jenna felt her cheeks growing hot as a ripple of uncertainty rang through her. This was moving entirely too quickly. Dolores' hands dropped from her breasts.

"Kitten, if… if you'd rather we didn't…" Dolores gave her a gentle smile, resting her forehead on Jenna's. "I got carried away, sweet one. I'm sorry."

"N-no, it's… it's fine. I've just…" Jenna gave an awkward laugh. "I've never really gone… this quickly before."

Dolores kissed Jenna's forehead.

"Then let's slow down a bit. We don't have to do anything but talk if that's what you want." She started to move off of Jenna's lap, but the young woman's arms tightened around her waist.

"Dolores, I… I just want you. Whatever… whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

Dolores smiled widely.

"Perhaps, then… we ought to get a bit more comfortable."

..

"Oy. Harper."

Wyatt looked up from his book, frowning. Davies was striding over to the chair he was occupying.

"Yeah?" he asked a bit hesitantly.

Despite his joking around with Jenna, he really wasn't too fond of Davies. The boy was a prat. He was good-looking, and he was very aware of it. And he hung around Jenna far too much.

"Where's Jenna?"

"Don't know. Why?" He narrowed his eyes at Davies. "What d'you want with her?"

Davies plopped down in the chair across from him, looking apprehensive.

"I don't want to worry you, mate, but…"

"Don't fucking call me 'mate'. I'm not your fucking mate."

Davies stared at Wyatt, frowning.

"…What's got your wand in a knot, Harper?"

"I don't like you, and I don't like you sniffing around my sister."

"Sniffing around… Harper, I'm not… what do you think… ugh…" Davies lowered his voice. "I'm not sniffing around her. I'm not interested in her."

"Really."

"Really! I like her, sure, but not… I don't fancy her. I just like her is all. And… I'm worried about her."

"Worried?" Wyatt frowned, sitting up straight. "Why? What'd you hear?"

"…Cho said she saw her headed to Umbridge's office earlier. I know Umbridge… she fucked with you, right? And with all the shit that's been going around about… you know… what else she's been doing to students…"

Wyatt grimaced. He'd heard some things, sure.

"I just want to make sure she's not going to get hurt, too." Davies didn't look at Wyatt. "I know we don't really get along. I don't like you either. But… we both care about Jenna, and…"

"She's fine, Davies." Wyatt sighed. "She's just going to talk about an assignment."

"Yeah, but… you were just going to have tea with her. And what happened to you?"

Wyatt nodded.

"Look, it… it's different. Jenna's…"

"You said Umbridge knows Jenna's got a crush on her, didn't you? What if she uses that against her somehow?"

"She's won't, Davies. Things are… things are complicated." Wyatt shook his head. "Look… Umbridge isn't going to hurt her."

"But how do you know?" Wyatt didn't answer. Davies' jaw clenched. "Do you just not care? She's your fucking sister, Harper!" When Wyatt still didn't respond, Davies' lips curled into a snarl. "Fine, then. You read your fucking book, study your fucking notes." Davies rose, scowling. "I'll wait for Jenna to come back. I'll make sure she's alright. You don't worry your pretty little fucking head about it."

Wyatt caught Davies' wrist in a vicelike grip. He forced himself not to look at the other students who were now watching them curiously as he got to his feet.

"Davies. Outside. Now."