The Curse of Being a Mudblood

Chapter Eight

Bella sat in the incredibly frilly office of one Doloris Umbridge. She wasn't sure why she was here, and Umbridge didn't seem to be telling her.

Basically, Umbridge had poured Bella some tea, and was now staring at her, as though she was trying to perform Occulmecy.  

Bella hastily filled her mind with something, anything, just to be safe. 

Anything but her dream that is.

Bella flushed a light scarlet, remembering the past night's nightmare. She quickly pushed it away, but trying not to think about it, made her think about it.

The boy, he was in her dream. Smelled like spearmint, and he was there, all over. She felt deliciously wanted, the way the boy said her name was beautiful. The way he was kissing her, touching her, it was beautiful.  

"Say my name." He urged, in the commanding way she knew too much. "Say it"  

Bella kissed him, and whispered the name, her hand running through his blonde hair. "Draco"

"Miss Evans." He said, but his voice was colder now, "Miss Evans are you listening?" Bella jolted her eyes open, and there was Umbridge, looking at her appraisingly 

"Miss Evans, are you alright? You look a bit pale." She said, but she didn't seem to be that concerned.  

Bella nodded absently, thanking Merlin that no one could read her mind.

"As I Was saying, I am concerned about your behavior." Bella stated at Umbridge disbelievingly and she shot out "Umb- Professor, I never speak in class, I only have detention under those prefects who to be honest, are always abusing their position-"

Umbridge held up her neatly-manicured hand. "Silence. Theres something about you, Miss Evans. I don't trust it." She leaned forward, her hands now clasped in front of her. "Time's are changing, Miss Evans. The Ministry is as powerful as ever."  

Bella snorted, and said before she thought about it "Oh, please, the Ministry's been downhill ever since Fudge was elected." She leaned forward too, and hissed "Your right, Professor, Time's are changing. But not in the Ministry's preference, I believe. People are thinking on their own, Professor, they're questioning once more if they really can trust their leaders."

Umbridge stood and said coldly, "It is late, Miss Evans. You are a student, and not a very good one at that. " Bella blushed as she too stood. "I would not expect you to understand. Your the only one, I would suggest you move with the crowd, before you are outsized even more then now. You may take your leave"  

With a flick of Umbridge's wand, the door opened, and Bella walked towards it, before turning around before she left and said "Only dead fish follow the stream, Professor." She said bluntly, before disappearing around the doorway, her schoolbag bumping against the side of her knee as she walked down the empty corridors, Umbridge's words ringing in her ears.