They stalked past each other every day, neither one having the courage to tell the other how they felt.
She had just finished sacking that hag, Trelawney. Trelawney had been worthless to the school, and had too much knowledge for the Ministry’s liking. She had been ordered to fire her from the beginning, but didn’t want to appear too suspicious towards Dumbledore.
She didn’t know what to think of him.
She knew that she had to hate him; it was basically her job to get rid of him. But when she got a look at that long, silvery hair, and heard that deep, soft voice, she had to scold herself.
”You’re supposed to be trying to get him sacked!” she screamed inwardly, walking past the stone gargoyle next to the opening to Dumbledore’s office.
She dreamed of that every night...going up there, his office, just one time...
“STOP IT!” she nagged again, closing her eyes.
She had to stop thinking of the old man that way.
She rounded the corner to go on to the staff’s dormitories when she almost ran into him.
“Dumbledore.” she said tartly, stepping back.
He stopped at the sight of her. “Dolores. You can call me Albus.”
“Well, Dumbledore,” she argued, “It’s not in the Ministry’s best interest for me to get friendly with this staff. I’m just here to keep you all up to standard in teaching here.”
“I don’t approve of you firing my teachers, Dolores.”
“Well, as you can see, Dumbledore-” she pulled out a handsome scroll of parchment with the Ministry’s seal. Dumbledore knew what it was.
“Please, I don’t need to hear this again-”
“Ministry of Magic’s Decree Number forty-seven.” she ignored him. Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Inquisitor of Hogwarts- that’s me-” she added, “Now has the privilege of hiring or firing new and old staff for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, signed Cornelius Fudge, yadda, yadda, yadda...” she sighed and looked up at him.
“Yes, I know, Dolores,” he replied harshly. “I’m tired of you harassing my students and staff.”
“I wish that you’d harass me.” he said slyly.
She didn’t take the hint.
“Well, I’m not supposed to evaluate you until later in the year; not until after I’ve made all of the other arrangements with the rest of the...other teachers. It is my job to find out if the faculty here are up to standard.”
He took a step closer to her.
“I find you very...fiery, Dolores. I don’t think that you are living well among us here at Hogwarts. I want your stay to be pleasurable.”
”I would if I could spend it with you,” she told herself.
She scolded herself mentally again and replied, “Well, I can assure you, it’s quite fine.”
“Well, I can tell that most of my students, except for the Slytherins, I see; forgive me - dislike - you.”
“If you haven’t noticed, I don’t care what the other people here at this place think of me! I will have order, Dumbledore!” she screamed at him.
“Oh, I’ll give you order...” he said, taking another step and leaning in to kiss the woman.
She kissed him back.
They broke apart at the sound of students coming around the corner, heading back to their own dormitories.
The two tried to look angry at each other, which was usually what others saw.
The kids walked on by, hardly even noticing them there.
Umbridge straightened her shirt, trying to look superior.
“Albus,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Dolores,” he said gruffly.
Silence followed for the longest time.
“So...six o’clock, my office?” he asked hopefully.
She turned to look at him slowly.