House Rivalry: Draco Malfoy X OC

13. Umbridge

Ooh, some of the angst is finally starting!! *Rubs hands together maniacally* 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Several months had passed and Greta absolutely HATED Umbridge! Everything about her was completely unlikeable: her voice, her lectures, her accusations. She had even told Harry that he was lying about Cedric's death, which had finally pushed Greta off the edge.

She had stood up from her seat and placed her hands firmly onto her desk, glaring at the professor.

"Greta--"

Hermione was interrupted by Professor Umbridge asking in her high-pitched voice, "Miss Clayton, what are you doing?"

"Harry didn't lie," Greta seethed through her teeth.

"Excuse me? I believe I didn't quite catch what you said."

"Harry didn't lie." Greta spoke louder. "Voldemort is back and he did kill Cedric. Don't you think that Harry would know how Cedric died? He was with him the entire time and has had many experiences with Voldemort in the past couple of years. You are the one who's lying! You!"

"Miss Clayton, I will not listen to any more of this nonsense!" Umbridge shouted. "You will meet me in detention tonight at 6 pm. Now, sit back down and don't say another word."

"Y-yes, Ma'am."

Greta obeyed. While tuning out the rest of Umbridge's lecture, a wave of panic struck Greta. She was going to have her first detention.

Time Skip

The hallway seemed freezing as Greta made her way to Professor Umbridge's office. She shivered suddenly and felt the extreme guilt of her previous action fall upon her. She had never spoken against a teacher's words before and had always been too scared to even say anything in a class. This was surely going to be a night that she would never forget.

As soon as she reached the door, she timidly knocked on it, and Umbridge answered it.

"Come in, Miss Clayton." Her voice seemed... deeper than usual. "Let's get started."

Umbridge led Greta to her desk, which had a single piece of parchment placed on it.

"I want you to write sentences," Umbridge instructed. "You will write, 'I will not talk back.'"

Umbridge handed Greta a quill.

"Don't I need ink?" Greta asked.

"This quill is special. It doesn't need ink to function."

"How many times do I have to write the sentence?"

"As many times as you can until you feel punished enough."

Umbridge grinned in a way that made Greta's heart stop for a moment. She looked so terrifying and maniacal, that it almost seemed suspicious.

Nonetheless, Greta picked up the quill in her left hand and began to write the sentence. After writing "I will not talk back" about ten times, Greta felt a terrible stinging sensation in her writing hand. Pausing her writing, she glanced at her hand and gasped with her right hand covering her mouth.

Her eyes were filled with horror at what she was witnessing. The sentence was writing itself into Greta's left hand in her own handwriting. Greta had to fight the tears as her hand continued to burn and she glanced up at Umbridge with a pleading expression.

"What's happening?" Greta mumbled fearfully.

"I think that's enough punishment for one night, don't you think?" Umbridge decided. She pulled out the chair and sent Greta out of her office. "I'll be seeing you in our next class, then."