#dolores toad

[twst-vampire]

*slides in* hiiii may i ask about miss toad’s opinions on my boy tom? 😳

i am simply obsessed with tom. his design is literally everything and more! screaming!!! sorry i got to this late ^^’

♡ ms. toad finds tom to be absolutely adorable! fashionable, kind, and a total hopeless romantic? ah, he’s practically her mini-me! because she *hops* from school to school, she’s definitely grown fond of him, even if only teaching him for a little while. her fourth son, her little fae !!!

♡ i imagine she’s always thrilled to hear about tom’s wonderful adventures and insights! she’s definitely encouraging him to follow his dreams no matter what.

♡ has definitely joke-plugged her son. “if you’d like a prince, i can introduce you to my beautiful son, gil! ah— your heart is set on a fae prince? heh, okay, okay! it’s good to know what you want~”

♡ she thinks tom’s UM is so interesting! cuteness overload honestly! she knows tom can handle his own but the mama instincts kick in and she can’t help but worry

♡ let them sing a silly little song together!

[shebsart]

Why did they let Stannis Baratheon do the finger heart thing in his photo op with the nights watch

Original pic

[delineate-creates]

Day 8: Toad

A throwaway for the most beloathed hag in fandom history

[heyhopperart]

Y'all, I just rewatched this - and their song was high nostalgia 💚

Bring back villain songs 🖤 we need villain love!

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 33: Heavy silks

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): None A/n: I based the wizarding wedding traditions on this Reddit post. ALSO IGNORE THE FACE ON THE DRESS. I DIDN'T SEE IT AT FIRST OKAY🥲 [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

Your feet ache and the dress the seamstresses are anxiously fitting on you is heavy. The rich silk which feels soft against your skin. One of the ladies accidentally pricks you with a needle and you flinch. She starts to stutter out apologies as your aunt and Bellatrix hover nearby, glaring at the poor woman.

But you pay them no attention. Rather, you are focused on the Daily Prophet in your hands. There you are- the front page of the Daily Prophet standing behind Pius Thicknesse and next to Delores Umbridge. You look cold and heartless, a serious look on your face. You like what is expected of you by everybody.

Dolores — you're taking delight in calling that miserable toad by her first name since she can't do anything about it — has a satisfied smile on her face. 

You don't even want to talk about Yaxley and Runcorn. Creeps.

What, however, saddens you the most is that your true identity was revealed with this arctice. Full name and all underneath the picture taken during the speech.

From left to right: Albert Runcorn, Dolores Umbridge, (Y/n) Riddle, Heir of the Dark Lord, Pius Thicknesse, and Corban Yaxley.

It sickens you that they had to include the fact about who you're a child of. 

You feel people look at you and you quickly put away the papers, focusing instead on the others in the room. "I'm sorry?"

"How does the dress feel?", repeats Aunt Cissy her question as she sits on a chase in the corner, her eyes slightly watery.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing your hands over the bodice of the dress, you frown. It doesn't really look like a wedding dress you would have wanted to wear. But the Lord himself insisted that the fabrics must be in traditional Slytherin colours. Being prideful of our house and forefathers and whatnot.

"Good", you manage to croak out, not having spoken at all today. There was no need for you to. Every aspect of the wedding is already decided or is being decided by someone else.

Bellatrix raises one eyebrow. "Just good?"

You shake your head. "No. Great. I love it! It's just what I always dreamed of." You give the seamstresses your best and brightest smile. But you know it doesn't reach your eyes. 

"May I be excused?", you ask to nobody in particular. You have to get out. Out of the dress. Out of the Mannor. Away.

Once you're released from your dress, you hurry outside. One part of the garden is off-limits to anyone except you and anyone you bring with you. You've heard Death Eaters discuss the place and that they have deemed it an honour to be invited by you to that corner of the garden. Ugh, as if.

When you finally reach it, someone's already seated on the stone bench located in the middle. You round the bench and go sit next to Draco, whose shoulders are sagged.

"How's Theodore?", he asks, not looking at you.

"He's fine. Getting his tux fitted right now."

"How are you?"

Now that is a loaded question. "Fine", you answer curtly, but both of you know that that is not true. You've been far from 'fine'. "Absolutely miserable. But I imagine that I speak for the three of us."

Your cousin looks at you. He is paler than he has ever been. Obviously has he not been eating and sleeping well. You know for a fact that if you didn't have Theo you would be in the same state.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" 

Leaning over, you rest your head against his shoulder. You sniff and swallow the lump in your throat. There is no need to answer Draco's question. Of course, you're not. Nobody is ready to unwillingly marry at seventeen.

You hesitate for a moment, questioning yourself if you can really ask that of him. You instead bite the bullet and just ask it. "Will you give me away?"

Draco senses up, snapping his head towards you. "What?", he asks incredulously.

"Tomorrow. Will you give me away? My... father won't be there, too busy with himself. And I want to not be it anyone other than you."

Draco's speechless. His mouth opens and closes like a goldfish as he stares at you. You give him a small, unsure smile. Just as you want to take your words back and tell him to forget you asked, he engulfs you in a tight hug.

"Thank you", he whispers, "I would be honoured."

There is a knock on your door as you sit alone in your bedroom, the stylists just having left and let you be by yourself for a moment. Picking up the many layers of skirts of your dress, you make your way over to the door. 

Cracking it open just a smidge you're surprised to find Theo. "What are you doing here?", you whisper-shout, looking around the hall. "It's bad luck if you see me before the ceremony."

"I wanted- needed to see you."

You take his hand and pull him into your room. He presses his forehead against yours as he smiles. "Hi", he whispers. 

"Hi", you whisper back, smiling shyly. You caress his face and push back the locks that escaped his gelled hair. "Your hair is stubborn", you giggle. 

Theo's eyes flicker over your face, leaning into your touch. "I didn't think you could even look more beautiful than Yule Ball. I love to be proven wrong." He gives you a quick kiss before holding you at arm's length and ordering you to spin.

You do so and the many diamonds in your hair shimmer in the sunlight. Your gown balloons around you and it makes you smile to see the adoration on Theo's face. 

He looks good. Theo's wearing a suit with embroidered sleeves in a matching shade of green to your dress. The embroidery shimmers in the light, giving the effect of it moving on its own.

Theo pats his jacket in search of something and pulls out a small box from one of the inside pockets. He looks unsure for a moment before getting down on one knee and opening the box. A beautiful golden ring with a pearl in the middle that’s enchanted to display little pearlescent swirls within.

"I know we're doing this backwards... but will you do me the honour of marrying me?" Theo looks up at you, his brows knitted together and his hands shaky.

You stand breathlessly for a moment, your eyes fixed on the ring. Slowly you nod as a smile breaks out on your face. "It would be nothing more I wish than to marry you."

He jumps up from his kneeled position and takes you in his arms, swirling you around. You kiss him while he slips the ring on your finger. You look at it and clutch your hand to your chest, running your thumb over the stone.

A harsh knock on the door pops the little happy bubble the two of you are in. "Quick, hide", you whisper, pushing him behind an armchair. You open the door and peek outside. A relieved sigh escapes you as it is only Draco.

"You haven't seen Theodore by chance, have you?"

You pull him inside before locking the door and tell Theo to come out. His head of brown curls pops from behind the high back of the chair as he gets up to his feet.

Draco smiles as Theo naturally gravitates towards you, his hand searching yours. "They are looking for you. It is about to start."

Theo gives your hand a squeeze as he leans in for a kiss. "See you soon", he says with a smile, giving one last kiss before leaving the room.

You sigh. Now that he left, the anxiousness you've been feeling all day returns. Pacing the room, you drag your dress behind you as you chew on your cheek, not wanting to ruin the lipstick. 

A hand suddenly takes ahold of your own and you turn to look at Draco. He gives you a sad smile that wordlessly tells you that it is time.

From the way to the room where the ceremony will be held is all a blur until the double doors are opened for you and everybody turns around. You tightly clutch Draco's arm as he leads you down the aisle, towards Theo.

At the end stands your only driving for your feet to be moving. He has a soft smile on his face and eyes filled with love. Once you've reached the end without a hitch, Draco extends his arm and places your hand in Theo's. The two boys share a look before your cousin takes a step back.

Much of the ceremony is the same haze. The only thing you can focus on is your heavily beating heart and those warm brown eyes peering into your own. You follow the orders of the officiant to place the golden robes over Theo's shoulders and clasp the bracelet with your house crest, his house crest, and the rune of love around his wrist. Theo does the same to you, tracing your knuckles once the bracelet is secured on both of your wrists by magic. 

"And with the power invested in me by the Ministry, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may share your first kiss as a married couple."

Your eyes meet Theo's and you close the gap, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his. You cup his face as he leans into you, wrapping his hands around your middle. 

For just a moment, it's the two of you. Not the room full of Death Eaters. No expectant stares, empty looks and contestant sneers. It's just you and your now husband.

Merlin, how great it feels to finally say that.

You close your eyes, breathing in deeply. "I love you, Teddy."

Theo beams up at you. "I love you too."

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

[Reincarnation AU]

Mirabel: The Christmas radio is now in circulation again! Finally, I’ve only been waiting the past three hundred and twenty days to feel something other than crippling anxiety and PTSD.

Car radio: *‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ opening starts playing*

Dolores: Please no.

Isabela, gasps: I can actually sing this one!

Luisa, mischievously: I can sing this one too!

Dolores: Oh god no.

Isabela and Luisa, singing: I—

Dolores: I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF ONE OF YOU SINGS THAT FUCKING TOAD VERSION I AM DRIVING THIS CAR OFF THE FUCKING BRIDGE

[writers-potion]

Names are often the first thing readers get to know about the character. It's important to create the right impression in terms of ethnicity/personality/age with names!

Here's a list of names for our...let's say, less lucky fictional children. Doesn't mean we love them any less, right?

👧🏻For female characters:-

Acantha: thorn, prickle

Aphra: dust

Bronagh: sorrow

Capri: goats

Cecily: blind

Cornelia: horn

Courtney: short nose

Deirdre: sorrowful

Desdemona: ill-fated

Dolores: sorrows (now we know why Dolores Umbridge was such a pain in the ass)

Etain: jealousy

Everly: wild boar clearing

Kennedy: misshapen head

Leah: weary

Lilith: night monster

Lola: sorrows

Lyssa: fury

Morrigan: demon queen

Persephone: bringer of death

Phryne: toad

Portia: pig

Rachel: ewe

Rebecca: snare

Rue: regret

Saskia: knife

Sloane: raider

Zillah: shade, shadow

👦🏻For male characters:-

Abaddon: destruction

Blaise: lisping

Brennan: wet, tearful

Byron: place of the cow sheds

Calvin: bald

Cameron: crooked nose

Campbell: crooked mouth

Casimir: destroyer of peace

Claude: limping

Colby: coal town

Colin: whelp, young dog

Damian: subdue

Dempsey: proud, haughty

Esau: hairy

Fabian: bean grower

Flanagan: blood red

Fenrir: marsh dweller

Gideon: feller, destroyer

Gulliver: glutton

Huxley: place of scorn

Jabez: bringer of pain

Mortimer: dead water

Simon: flat-nosed

Soren: stern

Tristan: noise, sad

Viggo: war

If you like my blog, buy me a coffee!

Research link:

https://nameberry.com/blog/good-names-with-bad-bad-meanings

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Someone from Hogwarts or the Ministry tries to pull a Cassie from Euphoria with the “I don’t even know why you’re believing them! They’re a drug addict!” With Obscurial!Reader.

You know damn well that this would be a total Umbridge move and the school, teachers/students/ghosts/paintings as a whole, would absolutely come to the defense of their Obscurial!Reader. No one would let Umbridge get away with that.

I can’t help but imagine the scene of Umbridge in the middle of sending Trelawney away but instead it’s Obscurial!Reader. Like, big oof on pinky’s part there. You can’t tell me Minerva wouldn’t be a second away from sucker punching Dolores right in her toad face if Dumbledore didn’t make his appearance.

[arthistoryanimalia]

For #MosaicMonday, here is Diego Rivera's (Mexican, 1886-1957) 1956 Exekatlkalli mosaic on the façade of La Casa de los Vientos (The House of the Winds, home of Dolores Olmedo) in Acapulco, Mexico. It was one of his last great works before his death. In addition to the depictions of the Mesoamerican deities Quetzalcóatl, Cōātlīcue, and Tlāloc, there is a Xoloitzcuintle (Mexican Hairless Dog) and a "Sapo-Rana" ("Toad-Frog" - a character based on Rivera's nickname).

Images from and more photos here: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:La_Casa_de_los_Vientos,_Acapulco

[youraveragetheatrenerd]

Yes this is gonna be cringe. Yes this is for the Once Upon a Studio short, but all these character interactions are giving me so damn much daydreaming fuel.

I had this idea that Robin hood and little john, Flynn, and the baby from Raya and the Last Dragon (idk her name) would have like this small thieves guild. Idk, maybe they’ll take turns to steal a little bit from Scrooge.

You know 100% that Dolores would have ALL the tea in the studio. Like- Maybe Basil would try to solve a small mystery and be his cool self, but then Dolores-

Just has the answer already.

Camilo and Morph would be best buddies because they’re both ShapeShiftersTM

I just think that whole idea is super cute tbh

I can just imagine Antonio’s surprise when he found out that Judy and Nick can just TALK. Not any animal noises. That goes for the rest of the anthro characters.

I just know for a fact that the whole place is chaos considering it has Genie and Mr. Toad in the same vicinity.

Although we all know that Genie is more chaotic good then whatever the hell Mr. Toad is

All the non musical disney characters just have to live with the fact that there will be songs unprompted

Ralph, Louisa, and Herc being gym bros

Whenever Merlin or Madam Mim have a wizard duel, the rest of the characters pick teams and instigate the fight

I also feel like races would be a thing to have some fun around the studio.

Vanellope in her car, Jim on his solar thingy, Dumbo’s flying, etc.

I’m also wondering if other characters can visit others’ worlds Mary Poppins style, or if it’s JUST the stills they stay in during the day

The villains just shitting on Hans for being lackluster (which he deserves)

In the OUAS universe, does this also happen at PIXAR? Or is it exclusive to the Disney Studio?

Anyways.

Yeah. That’s a majority of what’s been bouncing around my head like ping pong these past few days.

I’m sorry for being cringe on main but the brain is

ROTTING

[thisbitterday]

The Seventh One

Chapter 6: A toad named Dolores

Summary:

Tom meets with the marauders much to Harry's embarrassment. Umbridge and Harry's little war inside Hogwarts begins and Sal is left shocked and sulking.

✶ Fic Update! ✶ Thank you for reading!

[twst-vampire]

i meant to post her months ago but she was collecting dust right next to grimmortem lol

Name: Dolores Toad

Twisted From: Mrs.Toad (Thumbelina)

Also known as: Professor Dolores, Miss Dee, Miss Toad

Age: 35

Gender: Female (she/her)

Family: Gio Toad (oldest son), Gene Toad (middle son), Gil Toad (youngest son)

Homeland: She considers every place she visits home!

Status: @witchinghouracademy Music teacher/Okeanos Tutor

Unique Magic: “Show on the Road!”

Using it purely as descalation magic, Dolores uses a siren-like ability to get others to follow certain prompts. Musically, of course.

Likes: pink and green color combos, teasing her hair to impossible heights, dancing, bling & fashion, pampering herself, teaching!

Personality:

A lively woman who’s passionate about instilling confidence & self-expression in young minds. Although she’s taught all across Twisted Wonderland, she finds WHA to be one of the most fun places she’s ever been employed.

Trivia:

- Used to be a popstar in her teenage/young adult years! She talks about it very fondly and loves when people recognize her! Though, she gave it up to take care of her sons and she doesn’t regret a thing

- One of those teachers that wants to make every student feel special!

- means well but she tells the most embarrassing and funny stories about her sons

[enigmaticemperor]

Long story short, last month was HECTIC and I'm surprised I could even write a handful of fics for @hinnyfest November 2k22. Over the past few months, I discovered that I really loved writing and I'd like to continue using those Hinny prompts to write more one-shots, if it's ok with everyone. Here's prompt #2: "I did something bad...."

Harry ran as fast as his legs could take him, eager to get far away from the dark, gloomy dungeons. He didn’t fancy staying there one more second. And he would bet his Firebolt that Snape didn’t want him to either.

Pain seared through his skull, and he clutched his scar. Headaches have been more frequent recently. With Umbridge banning him from Quidditch, finding out about the DA, even more closely patrolling all owls and floos, and Occlumency lessons from Snape, nothing seemed appealing anymore. He was waiting for the year to end to finally be rid of the old toad and be with Sirius. 

Considering the fate of all their Defence against the Dark Arts professors, he doubted Umbridge would be back next year, and he could get back to Quidditch.

He turned sharply into one of the tapestries, keeping a lookout for Peeves. The moment he stepped out, something, or rather, someone, bumped into him. 

Harry stumbled backwards but regained footing and caught the person by the arm.

“Hey, watch where you’re - ”

“Sorry - ” 

He could recognise that voice even in the dark, and he pulled them back into the tapestry.

“Harry? Is that you?” Ginny lit her wand. Now that he could see her face, she wasn’t scared. Instead, her face was flushed, and it looked like she was holding back laughter.

“Yes,” he whispered, “How come I found you running away?”

Ginny acted affronted and said, “Excuse me, Harry, but Ginny Weasley doesn’t run away.”

Harry smiled teasingly. They became very close after she brought him out of his brooding, and he felt like a prat for making her feel like what she went through was nothing. He apologised, and it was then he found out how much fun she actually was and how much he enjoyed her company.

“Well, what do you call what you’re doing now? Keeping distance from the evidence?”

This was another thing he found out. Ginny had impeccable taste in mischief.

“Something like that,” she smirked and peeked out of the tapestry. She immediately stepped back on Harry’s toes, but he didn’t make a sound. 

Filch’s voice could be heard. “Who did that? Who did that to poor Madam Dolores? I’ll chain you by the wrists when I see you. Pity the old punishments aren’t around anymore. Sniff ‘em out, Mrs Norris. We’ll find them.”

Harry and Ginny were chuckling silently, and he asked, “What did you do?”

Ginny bit her lip, and now Harry was even more intrigued. She looked so bloody adorable like that. What was he thinking? He pushed that thought away.

“I did something bad, Harry.”

“Anything done to that old toad isn’t bad.”

“Oh, I know,” she said darkly, “but this is something I haven’t done before.”

“So?”

Ginny’s chocolate brown eyes twinkled as she said, “There’s a portable swamp outside her office.”

Harry smirked, “A portable swamp? That’s weak, Weasley.”

“Not if the office is flooded,” she said.

Harry looked at her admiringly, and she blushed, but she went on, “And she’s a canary now.”

The first word that came out of Harry’s mouth was, “How?”

Ginny looked confused, “What do you mean how?”

Harry nervously tried to explain what he meant. He didn’t want her to understand it the wrong way. 

“I know you’re really good, but how did you pull off all these without Umbridge catching you?” 

“That will remain a mystery, Mr Potter,” she smiled and brushed some seaweed off her shirt.

“You threw a dungbomb outside her office, she came out, you slipped a canary cream in her tea, she squeaked for Snape, you flooded her office, came out, dropped a portable swamp and now are running away from Filch,” he guessed.

Ginny’s jaw dropped. “How did you know?”

“I know you.”

She poked him in the side, “Tell me.”

“That will remain a mystery, Miss Weasley,” he grinned.

She pouted, and he couldn’t resist that, “I have the map, and you asked me for the cloak after lunch.”

“Still, you couldn’t have found out the rest with them. You’re going to be an amazing Auror, Harry.”

His eyes were downcast, and he looked defeated when he said, “Not if Umbridge has anything to say about it.”

“The old pink monstrosity will be gone after this year ends. You will become an Auror if that’s what you want to be. And McGonagall will help you from what I heard from Ron,” she said supportively, her hand on his arm.

He swelled with happiness that someone believed in him, and Ginny felt that she was getting to him and was happy that he didn’t shy away from her touch.

“Thanks,” he said shyly, picking at his robes.

They looked at each other for a moment, which was rudely interrupted by Filch’s voice echoing in another corridor.

“Well, we must get going,” she said. She ignored both of their red faces, pulled out the invisibility cloak and handed it to Harry. He draped it over both of them, and they silently and stealthily made their way out of the tapestry and towards Gryffindor Tower.

They reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and were let in after Ginny whispered the password, and Harry poked his head out of the cloak.

Once they were in, Harry said, that irresistible smirk on his face, “That is bad, Gin.”

“Oh, I did something bad, Harry,” she said smiling, “but why’s it feel so good?”

“Because it’s Umbridge?” he suggested.

“Maybe it is. Goodnight, Harry.” She walked up the stairs slowly, not wanting the moment to end.

“Goodnight, Gin,” Harry smiled. “Maybe call me the next time, yeah?”

“Sure. Next time will be bigger, and I’ll need your help,” she beamed, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Oh, I thought Ginny Weasley didn’t need any help,” he teased, hands in his pockets.

“I’ll make an exception for you, Harry.” She made her way up the stairs, now a spring in her step and Harry couldn’t help but think that at least something good would come of this year.

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Also, I have compiled all my one-shots written so far for Hinnyfest November 2k22 on ff.net

[hxuse-xf-black]

James: Why did God create Lily as this beautiful little bitch?!! Why couldn't she have been as ugly as a toad!!?

Remus: Ohh you mean like that pink simpering bitch Dolores?

James: Urgh... Umbitch?? Oh god no. Maybe just as ugly as goats then?

Sirius: Hey! Goats are cute ok?

Peter: Prongs, I understand. Crushes are just worse than the worst.

Sirius: Hmm. Hallelujah to that.. You know how stupid I behave around my crushes.

Remus, condescendingly: Oh darling, by that standards, you have a crush on everyone everytime.

Sirius:

Peter:

James: That must have hurt, eh Pads?

[dhr-ao3]

The Time Percy Weasley Defeated Umbridge by Throwing Toads into a Fire

The Time Percy Weasley Defeated Umbridge by Throwing Toads into a Fire https://ift.tt/zsCtK84 by BlueBugsy Percy Weasley uncovers a secret. Words: 1074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Random One Shots Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Percy Weasley, Dolores Umbridge Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Toads, Dolores Umbridge Bashing, Percy Weasley-centric, Minor Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, flames, Investigations, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Ficlet via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/qCnZapF March 12, 2024 at 03:19AM

[justanotherhpfan]

Somehow, I Love You D.M | Draco Malfoy Fanfic

2 - Toads and Tears

Summary: Cat serves her detention with Umbridge. Draco catches her afterwards and won't let her go when he sees her bloody hand.

Words: 3504

The next morning Cat was sitting next to Hermione in class, with Harry and Ron at the table next to them. It was Defence Against the Dark Arts and Umbridge had been just as horrible as feared. They had been told to put away their wands and begin to copy some pages of their book. It had made most of her students furious, Cat was one of them. Harry had already gotten himself detention, after getting into a row with Umbridge, wether Voldemort was back or not. It seemed that it was the only topic the whole school could talk about. Cat moaned as some ink dripped onto her paper and she let some swearwords slip out under her breath. She looked down on the white piece of parchment in front of her, all she had managed to write until now, was the two first sentences and the date as well as her name. She looked over at Hermione's parchment, she had already copied the first page of their book. Hermione had been angry as well, but her need to be at the top of the class meant that she still did as she was told. Cat had her difficulties doing what she was told, proud of having a mind of her own. If she did not want to do something, not even Dolores Umbridge could make her, she thought to herself while she mumbled another 'bloody Merlin'.

"If you tried to copy the pages, instead of taking it out on poor Merlin, you would be done by now", a posh voice whispered behind her, giving her goosebumps down her neck. She turned around to find Draco giving her an amused look. Matthew, who was sitting next to him, was also giving her a grin, although it looked friendlier.

"You can't seriously be finding this alright?" She hissed at Draco in a low voice, as he leaned towards her over his own desk. He shook his head while giving Harry and Ron a disgusted look, as they had turned around as well to see, who Cat was talking to. His lips turned into a smirk again as his eyes fell back on Cat. He did not know why he had not just ignored her small mumbles, but something inside of him had had the urge to speak to her and make her look at him with those pretty eyes.

"She's from the Ministry isn't she?" He shrugged, not sounding convinced himself.

"So are our fathers, but they aren't teaching us History and Potions now are they?" Cat shot back angrily, although the anger was addressed to Umbridge and not to Draco. She had forgiven him about their little incident last night, while at breakfast. He was way too sexy to stay mad at, as Pansy would have said, although Cat was not fond of admitting it. But when she had been staring at him over breakfast and admired his elegance and that lazy smirk on his delicious lips, her anger had slowly faded until oblivion. That same lazy smirk was now planted on his lips and he looked almost amused by the thought of their fathers teaching at Hogwarts. He was about to open his mouth to answer Cat, as his eyes widened and he gestured with a nod that someone was behind her. Cat turned around in her seat and saw Umbridge standing with her sugar sweet smile on her sugar pink lips. It made her sick.

"Did I say something about talking in this class, Miss...?"

"Carrow, Caitlin Carrow. And no you didn't and I can't see any harm in it". A few of the students chuckled, one of them being Matthew, Cat could hear behind her. Hermione was looking at her with wide eyes in disbelief.

"Well, there is no need for talking to Mr Malfoy, so if you will turn around and continue the copying", Umbridge giggled and was about to walk away again. The giggle made Cat feel sick and she could not hold herself back.

"I'm sure I will learn more by talking to Draco than by copying your daft book", Cat shot back, almost regretting it before she had finished her sentence. The whole class was looking at her, not sure to laugh or cry with her. Hermione gave out a small gasp next to Cat, but she did not care. Umbridge had it coming, she thought.

"Detention", Umbridge's voice was still sugar sweet and she let out another small giggle. "And don't think your father won't hear about this". Cat wanted to throw her book after the woman, but collected herself. No need to be expelled for throwing a book after the Ministry on her first day. She only grunted and turned her head back down to her parchment. As Umbridge had walked away, she could feel a small tap on her shoulder. She turned around to look at Draco once again, he was looking quite amused by the situation. He held up his hand and blew a small magical paperbird in Cat's direction. She caught it and turned back onto her seat before opening the small bird carefully.

Lesson One - Learn when to shut up, love.

Cat looked back at Draco, who gave her a cheeky wink before returning to his parchment. She grunted once again before finally beginning her copying the first few pages of her book, hating every single minute of it.

The day went on with History, Transfiguration and Herbology. Fortunately Slytherin shared the latter with Gryffindor and so Cat could talk with her three Gryffindor friends about the 'Umbridge-situation'. The classes she did not share with Gryffindor she spent with Matthew by her side, who thought it was quite amusing that his friend had gotten herself detention on her first day. He was mocking her as they were sitting in the Great Hall for supper, they both laughed out loud.

"Well, I better be making my way down to the toad". Cat stood up and rolled her eyes, quite liking her new nickname for Umbridge.

"I had hoped Draco, you and me could have practised some Quidditch later, with the try outs for the new team coming up and all", Blaise said, sitting next to Draco and Pansy. Pansy's hand were all over Draco, which made Cat feel sick to her stomach. Draco did not look bothered with her though and his eyes looked first at Blaise and then Cat as his name was mentioned. Cat was a Chaser on the Slytherin team, while Blaise was a Beater and Draco the Seeker. Cat felt quite sorry for not joining, but she knew she would regret not meeting early for her detention.

"It's not like I won't get on the team this year", Cat shrugged, confident in her own talent. She had been playing Quidditch since she had learned how to fly, even before she had attended Hogwarts. She knew Slytherin did not have a chance without her, even with Draco as their Seeker. He was very talented, although Harry was known for being the best Seeker at the school. With Draco and Cat on the team the other houses almost had no chance. Still she felt quite sad not being able to play a bit of Quidditch with the others.

"Overconfidence doesn't suit you, Cat", Draco sneered, his grey eyes sparkling in the light of the candles floating in the ceiling.

"Says you", she spat back, then gave Blaise and Matthew a smile and began to make her way down the darkening corridors towards Umbridge's office. She knocked gently on the large wooden door and went inside when she was allowed. The office was pink everywhere and filled with living pictures of kittens. It made Cat sick in her stomach as she looked around, rather wanting to be locked in a room together with Pansy than staying here. Umbridge was sitting in the middle of the room at her light wooden desk, stirring a silver spoon in her pink cup of tea. Cat went closer and saw a small table with a chair, similar to Umbridge's. She went over to the table and took a seat, waiting for Umbridge to tell her what to do.

"You will write something for me this evening, Miss Carrow", Umbridge said in her sickening sweet voice, still stirring the spoon in her cup. Cat could not say she was surprised and began to look for her quill in her leather bag. "With my quill." Cat looked up at the woman in surprise, before noticing the quill and parchment on her desk. She let go of her bag and took the quill in her hand.

"There is no ink", she said blankly, looking up at Umbridge again. The teacher gave her a sugar sweet smile and giggled to herself.

"You will not be needing any. You will write 'I shall obey my superiors' until it sinks in". Cat sighed and looked down on her dry quill, shrugging and began to write the words on the parchment. Suddenly the words made their way on the parchment in red ink. Or was it ink? As she continued writing, her left hand began to burn and she looked in shock as the words were carved on the back of her hand. She looked disgusted at Umbridge, who was simply giggling. It took everything not to jump up in anger and throw unforgivable spells at the giggling pink woman in front of her. But Cat did not want to look weak and so she continued to write the sentence with her own blood.

An hour was gone before Umbridge had let go of Cat, leaving her hand aching in pain. Cat had taken her things in a hurry and stormed off towards the dungeons. Tears were in her eyes, not in pain but in anger. How could a human being be so cruel? Umbridge's giggling was still ringing in Cat's ears as she spat the password out and hurried in her common room. It was quite late and therefore almost everyone had already gone to bed. Some sixth year boys were sitting at the fire, whispering about something to one another. Cat looked down as she stormed through the room, not noticing the boy walking in front of her. She bumped into a large back, which was quick to spin around so the person it belonged to, was facing her.

"Watch where you're going arsehole". It was Draco's icy voice, but Cat did not look up, not wanting to let Draco see her tears streaming down her face. The anger was still boiling inside of her and all she wanted was to walk down to her dormitories and be left alone. "Oh, it's you. How was Umbridge?"

"Move Draco", Cat almost shouted, unable to control her anger. Although Draco's voice had softened a bit when he had realised it was her, she thought he would laugh at her if he knew what had happened. She could see he still was wearing his green quidditch clothes and a combination of sweet sweat and his cologne hit her nose as he stepped one step closer towards her. He was very close to her and her enchanting perfume hit his nose as well. He loved the way she smelled of roses. He specially loved it after Quidditch where traces of the smell of wood from her broomstick were tangled with her vanilla shampoo as well. Suddenly all the anger he had felt from being walked into, faded.

"What is it? Did she finally break the tough Miss Carrow?" Draco taunted, still unaware of the tears streaming down Cat's rosy cheeks. When she did not answer he knew something was up though and he took his long finger under her chin to lift it up, shocked to see her crying. She did not look sad though, fury burning in her normally gentle eyes. He looked confused, not knowing how to act towards her. He had not been prepared to see Cat crying, as she always tried to look tough, especially towards him. "What happened?" He quacked at last, a shadow of concern painted on his face.

"I said move", Cat hit his finger away with her left, injured hand, not in the mood to deal with Draco at the moment. She felt a bit sorry for being so harsh because he seemed genuinely concerned, but at the moment all she could think about was her anger and feeling of unjust. Draco was fast though and he noticed her bloody hand, gripping the wrist of it tightly with his own.

"What in Salazar's name..." His eyes widened and the same furious look appeared in his grey eyes. He pulled Cat's hand closer to him and read the words on the back of her hand.

I shall obey my superiors

His grip tightening as his anger began to boil inside of him.  He could not bear the thought of a fellow Slytherin suffering like that, especially not someone as pretty as Cat. She tried to tear her hand to herself, but his grip was too tight. He kept on staring at the bloody words, not knowing what to say to the poor girl in front of her.

"She did this?" He finally said, still not letting go of the hand. He loosened his grip a bit though and looked up at Cat again, who looked very uncomfortable. She had stopped crying, but her anger was still burning in her eyes. She nodded her head angrily, afraid to speak in case the words would be shouted out loudly. "This is unacceptable... Wait until my father hears about this", Draco took another step towards Cat, his face softening as he wanted to look comforting. Her perfume was now filling his lungs even more and a sudden urge to lean in and kiss her harshly on the lips blossomed in his body. Cat felt the same urge to get even closer, sink into his body and become one. It was not a love-kind-of-feeling, but a sexual need to rip his clothes off and feel his toned body against her own naked body. Or that was at least what she told herself. Her anger was beginning to disappear as imagines of Draco's naked body were consuming her mind.

"And what good will your father do? Just leave it", Cat tried once again to take back her hand, but Draco's grip was still strong. She tried to shake off the lust in her body. Her eyes began to wander to his lips and she thought about how they would taste against her own, how he probably would be rough on her, making her scream his name while thrusting himself deep inside of her. She tore her eyes away from his captivating look, not able to stop blushing by the naughty thoughts in her head. 'At least the anger about Umbridge is gone', she thought to herself while still trying to control her own lust. Draco let go of her hand at last as his mind was beginning to wander towards how good her nipples would feel in his mouth. Unaware that her mind was asking the exact same thing. His eyes began to darken as his lust was boiling in himself, thinking about how he wanted to be inside of her while pulling her hair. He licked his lips in hunger, studying her ivory face. It took every power he had not to just give in and fuck her right there in the common room. He had not even noticed the two sixth years by the fireplace. He tried to shake off the extreme lust for her body and stepped a few steps back from her, in need of some air. She looked up at him again and for a moment he thought that it was lust too, he could see burning in her eyes.

"I won't tell my father if you don't want me to. But something has to be done, Cat. She cannot treat you like this", he tried to sound comforting, but his voice was beginning to shake from the intense lust in his veins. He could feel a boner growing inside his trousers and he was suddenly grateful for his Quidditch robes hanging loosely on his shoulders.

"Just... don't tell anybody, yeah?" Cat looked pleading and he nodded, although she would not even have had to ask. He would never put her on display like that. She knew she should have turned around by now and made her way to her dorm, but something made her stand like a statue in front of him. Why did he have to be so damn sexy, she asked herself almost annoyed by her hormones flying in a whirlwind inside of her. They both stood still looking at one another for a few moments, pictures of each other naked taking up all space in their heads. A smirk began to appear on Draco's lips as he studied Cat's body from top to toe.

"Like what you see?" He said with a hoarse voice, licking his lips with lust once again and keeping his piercing eyes on her own. She did nothing to break the eye contact, although she could feel herself blushing under her pale skin. She was staring quite lustfully at him and she could do nothing to hide how much she wanted him at that very moment. He looked so fit in his green and silver Quidditch robes and his wet hair from the sweat that had been dripping down his face while he had been playing.

"Oh, shut up", she said, feeling almost childish with that kind of answer, but she had somehow lost her ability to use words. How was anyone capable of having a full conversation with him when he looked like this, she thought, now knowing how Pansy probably felt while clinging to Draco's perfect body. Cat almost got annoyed by how she had gone from being furious to being such a slutty mess within a few minutes. But the truth was, she wanted to be Draco's slut right at the moment, begging and pleading him to make her come over and over again. With that thought she took a step away from the Slytherin Prince and made her way past him and towards the girls dormitories, leaving him to watch her walk away from him. He should not have the pleasure of believing that she actually wanted him to fuck her brains out. She shook her head all the way back into the room, blushing so bad that she almost resembled Ron's hair colour. She closed the door behind her and shut her eyes, taking deep breath to calm herself down.

"What took you so long?" Pansy's irritating voice made Cat almost jump. She opened her eyes and saw Pansy sitting on her bed, apparently reading a book. "You look like you've been crying", she continued, studying her housemate with an evil grin on her face. "Oh my, you actually have been crying", Pansy laughed at the realisation and Cat felt suddenly ashamed of the dried tears on her cheeks. She pushed herself away from the door and began to change into her dark green silk pyjamas, ignoring the evil brunette next to her bed. When Pansy did not stop laughing, Cat began to get angry again and an idea formed inside her head. She turned hastily around and looked at Pansy with the same evil smirk on her face. Although she was one of the sweet and proper Slytherins, no one should make the mistake of thinking that she did not know how to play foul.

"I did... But then Draco comforted me, so I'm good now", her evil smirk grew even wider when she saw Pansy's paralysed face, the jealousy clearly painted on her face.

"What? Why would he do that?"

"He just came up to me and held my hand, making me feel so much better", Cat continued, turning away to hide her huge grin on her face. She was about to burst out laughing, not feeling one single bit bad about teasing Pansy like that. She knew it was not exactly the full truth, but she did not lie either as Draco had held her hand while he was reading the sentence written in her flesh. She heard Pansy getting out of her bed, feeling her presence behind her but she did not turn, not wanting to give away that she only made fun of Pansy.

"Stay away from my... Draco", Pansy hissed, sounding angry and very jealous. Cat grinned on and slipped under her Slytherin silk covers. Finally she looked at Pansy with another evil smirk.

"Oh Pansy, I can't help it if he wants to shag me", and with that she closed her eyes and turned away from Pansy, who still stood fuming in the middle of their room. Pictures of Draco's naked body on top of her began to fill Cat's mind again and with that she slumbered peacefully into sleep, forgetting everything about Umbridge and her punishments.