The Sweet Slytherin

Professer Umbridge

I walked promptly to breakfast the next day, though I kept my hood up, scared that Pansy might want revenge. When I got to the table, I sat at the end so I would be alone, and not attract attention. So far, no one noticed that I had even left the hospital wing this morning. But it wasn't till I heard the a "Cory?" That I  knew I was in for it. I didn't turn around so Ben called again.

"Cory? Is that you?!" Ben asked walking over to the Slytherin table.

"Dear Merlin." I thought. Ben pulled my hood off my head and squealed.

"Cory! It is you! What are you doing out and about?" Ben asked, giving me a hug.

"I'm a Snaproot, Beanie, it's in my blood to want to heal and recover quickly. You know that." I replied.

"Yeah, but I didn't expect you to recover so quickly. Stormy just went to see how you were doing, did you end up seeing him?" Ben asked.

"Huh?" I questioned.

"Yeah, he said he wanted to be the first thing you saw this morning." Ben replied.

"Unfortunately, the first thing I saw this morning was my presents that had to be put away. I had to take everything to my dorm so no one had to worry about them still being there incase someone else had a more serious case then me." I explained. I looked down and saw that breakfast had appeared, and grabbed three pieces of French toast.

"You really are something else, Cousin." Ben replied.

"A'hem" announced a high pitched voice.

"Professor Umbridge! Sorry. My cousin just got back from the hospital wing. I was just saying good morning." Ben announced, getting up from the seat, and looking behind me.

"Cousin? I was not informed that you had a Cousin who went here, Mr. Miller." The Umbridge woman replied. I looked to her.

"Sorry for the confusion, professor, I'm Corrine Snaproot, and Ben here is the offspring of my moms brother. His Dad's original name was Snaproot, but he decided to take the last name of Alyssa Miller. So you see, Ben here is my Cousin. I hope that clears things up a bit." I explained, biting my lip. Professor Umbridge smiled.

"Ah, Corrine Snaproot. Why didn't you say so. Carry on, carry on. Just make sure to return to your table when you're finished, Mr. Miller." Umbridge stated, and walked to the staff table. Ben heaved a sigh.

"Thanks, Cory." Ben thanked.

"Anytime, Cousin Beanie." I replied, nudging him with my elbow. "Now you better scoot before she comes back, and deducts points." I teased. Ben nodded and walked back to the Hufflepuff table. I shook my head. What am I gonna do with Ben?

"Enny?" I heard a voice say.

"The one and only, impeccable timing, might I add" I replied, and was immediately met with an embrace.

"Enny, I was so worried. I didn't see you or your stuff when I went to the hospital wing, and when I asked the woman where you were, she said she didn't know. And when I went to the common rooms, you weren't there ether. I thought I lost you, Enny." Draco announced, kissing my cheek, subtly.

"Draco, relax. I'm ok. See? I'm back and better then ever." I replied, showing Draco my once, raw hands, that were now barely noticeable scars. Draco nodded and sat down next to me.

"Don't ever leave like that again, Enny." Draco announced, giving me a smirk.

"I was once told, absence makes the heart grow fonder, Dearest Draco." I replied, patting his cheek. "So... No promises" I added.

"Don't make me, make you promise" Draco whispered in my ear, which made me smile.

"You wouldn't" I gasped, dramatically.

"Clearly, you haven't met me, Enny." Draco whispered.

"If I haven't met you, how do I know exactly where your sweet spot is?" I asked.

"What?" Draco replied.

"Your sweet spot. Right here. It's the spot that makes you melt when I kiss it." I explained, making a trail of kisses up his neck, which made him blush like crazy. When I stopped, Draco snapped back to life and looked at me.

"How'd you do that?" He asked. I giggled.

"Magic. Black magic, to be precise." I teased.

"You expect me to believe that?" Draco asked.

"More then I would with my real answer." I replied.

"And what's that?" Draco asked.

"I just know. All girls do." I replied. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Black magic it is." Draco announced. I laughed.

"Done." I agreed. Then looked to the staff table. There seemed to be a tension between all the staff for some reason. "So what's with this new professor. Umbridge was her name, I think. What does she teach?" I asked Draco, glaring at Umbridge.

"Oh. You've heard about her already? Yeah, she's from the ministry, she teaches Defense Against The Dark Arts. Not many people like her." Draco replied. I nodded. I could see why not many people liked her. She's painfully peppy and dreadfully nice in the meanest way. Even her overly high pitched voice screams "Discomfort".

"She came over here and scared the living day lights out of Ben, and he was just checking up on me to see if I was okay. She acted like he hexed someone." I replied. Draco shook his head.

"She's terribly old fashioned. I'd watch out if I were you. Don't get into any trouble, especially around her. I hear Potter got his punishment from her, etched into his skin." Draco whispered. I nodded.

"Duly noted." I replied. I looked to her one last time. Something about her was familiar. I just couldn't put my finger on it.