Written for Arithmancy Classroom on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments).

Prompts: Percy Weasley(character), Dolores Umbridge(character), Fifth Year/Book 5 (Setting), "Just five more minutes" (dialogue)

Also written for February Event: Teamwork

Prompt: baby pink

As well as [Writing Club] The Word Prompt Express: quiet changed into quietly

Pairing: Percy/Umbridge

A/N: There's nothing wrong with me I swear XD

Beta: DelusionalDoll thank you for betaing this, it must have been horrifying to read.

word count: 693

There's a dull pounding in his head as he wakes up, causing him to groan quietly. His surroundings were that of baby pink walls, which were making his headache worse, forcing him to close his eyes. Percy cradled his head as he got into a sitting position, trying to make sense of what had happened. The smell of sex was lingering in the air, and Percy had quickly come to the conclusion that he got lucky.

But with who?

He turned his head slightly and felt his heart drop at the sight of the person next to him. Percy quickly moved away from the woman and ended up falling hard onto the wooden floor. The coldness of it bit at his naked form; Percy had the urge to throw up all the liquor he had consumed last night. He definitely didn't get lucky.

This had to be a nightmare. There was no way that he had slept with Dolores Jane Umbridge. How the hell was that possible? It slowly came to him and he rushed to the nearest exit, which was the bathroom, and emptied his stomach. The bitter taste of bile lingered in his mouth as he attempted to remember the night before. How the hell did this happen? He quickly grabbed his clothes, not wanting to spend another second there, and put them on before fleeing the room.

The next day at work, Percy kept his head down. He did all of Fudge's bidding without question and avoided Umbridge in every way possible. From not being in the same room with her to not even sparing her a glance. Every order that she gave to him Percy did with his head looking down at her pale pink shoes that struggled to hold her fat feet.

"Ahem." A small cough escaped her lips which caused him to wince. "Mr. Weasley, look at me when I'm speaking to you."

Slowly, he looked into her toad face and noticed the nasty grin on her face. "Your services to the Ministry were greatly appreciated. It's quite a shame, that there aren't others like you, who would do anything for it."

And as if her words triggered something in his mind, Percy remembered how he got into that terrible situation.

The news about his father made him go to the bar and drown in his sorrows. While he had cut all ties with his family, he still cared and worried about them and the fact that his dad had almost lost his life was terrifying. What made it worse was that he wasn't there. He was a horrible son that let his stubbornness stand in his way to go check on his family. There was a slight 'Ahem' and Percy lifted his head to look into Dolores Umbridge's face. She was taking over Hogwarts and was ruining it. Destroying what he remembered. He was absolutely disgusted at himself for sinking so low and working for these monsters. Still, Percy forced a smile and started a brief conversation with her. It lasted for about five minutes before he couldn't take it anymore.

Percy excused himself to the men's bathroom, where he splashed water on his face. He took in the details of his slick back hair and the way his glasses made him look older and more tired. His suit look like it was pureblood-made. He felt like a traitor to his family.

What had he done?

There was a sharp knock on the door and Percy turned off the tap.

"Just five more minutes," he called as he dried off his face.

The person on the other side of the door didn't give him five more minutes. He heard the sound of the door opening. Percy turned to face the person and the last thing he heard was: "Imperio!"

Percy blinked blankly before his eyes filled with terror and he couldn't help but bolt away in fear. He could hear her crazed giggles as he turned the corner.

One Year Later

Her blue eyes and freckled face were as unmistakable as his dread. This couldn't be happening, he shouldn't have had his first child with her. But there it was as plain as day on the note that came with the baby girl.

Mr. Weasley, welcome your daughter Rebecca Umbridge to the world.