Who: Bill & Umbridge (closed) Where: Umbridge's office When: The day before Fleur's return What: Dolores may or may not have been given a love potion. Either way, she's pissed off. Warnings: Violence/Torture
Bill had received a summons to Umbridge's office. He wasn't sure what to feel about this. When he had been a servant at the Academy, being summoned to the office had been something to be proud of, at first, something to prove he wasn't just lying down and taken her crap. Then, as time went on, something to fear, as she taught him the meaning of pain, and he began to realise that the only way out of that life was to behave.
Now he had suffered much more than Umbridge could probably imagine in her tiny self-centered mind. But she had the power to ruin everything for him now, and all she had to do was send him back to that place, away from his brother and sister, away from Fleur. He needed to be here.
He made up his mind as he stepped onto the moving staircase that he would be polite and deferent and do whatever she wanted. He pushed all other thoughts to the back of his mind. He had to become the hard, emotionless person he had been before he had come back to the Academy.
The door opened, and he walked into the office, faced immediately with Umbridge's smiling, toadish face behind her desk. He bowed his head slightly, forcing back a surge of fiery anger at what she had done to Ginny and Ron. There would be time in the future to settle such debts. "Mr Weasley," she simpered, standing up and coming around the desk. He noticed that she was not wearing her wrist-lenth coat and stockings as she usually did at this time of year. She had chosen instead a revealing summery frock, which showed off to great disadvantage her varicose veins and bulging upper arms.
"Headmistress," he replied, clenching his fists behind his back. "How may I be of service?"
"Ooooh," she giggled. "Straight to the point, I see. I'm glad that the good people of Northumberland have managed to beat all that cheekiness out of you." Her eyes sparkled nastily. "Yes, don't think I don't remember your little shenanigans. I have a remarkable memory."
"Yes Headmistress."
"You have grown up since then, I can tell," Dolores mused. "All that hard work has done you good, dear. It has done much for your physiche as well as your... character."
"Yes Headmistress." And I'd like to see you down there, sweating under the hot sun, carrying lumps of stone back and forth day after day... let's see what that'll do to your... character.
She came forward and touched his arm. Every instinct was to step back, but he forced himself to stay rock solid where he stood. She felt the muscle there with a strange, rather catlike look on her face. "Yes," she said. "Very good." She walked around him as he stood like a statue, letting her prod at him. "What a well-made shirt you're wearing," she said eventually, and he felt his heart sink slightly. "I'm sure you didn't bring that with you from Northumberland. Where did you... ahem... obtain it?"
Bill knew he had to tell the truth. She probably already knew, was testing him. "F... Professor Delacour was kind enough -"
"Oh, Professor Delacour," Umbridge simpered. "How lovely. And what fine stitching. Might I... examine it closer?" Bill blinked at her. After a moment he extended his arm rather hesitantly. Umbridge giggled. "Take it off and give it to me," she elaborated. Bill almost hesitated, but what could he do? If he showed her that he cared too much about his gift...
He pulled the shirt over his head and handed it to her, feeling a cool breeze from the open window tickle his bare chest. "Oh yes," Umbridge said, though she seemed to be looking more at him than the garment in her hands. "Very fine."
Bill swallowed. Umbridge put the shirt aside on her desk and walked up to him again. "I have a proposition for you," she said. "You have been very well behaved, and I should like to give you a reward." She reached out and put a pudgy hand on his chest. Bill kept a stoic face. "I feel your heartbeat," she said. "It's quite fast, isn't it? Could it be that you are exited by my proposal?" Her other hand began to wander down his body until it reached his groin, and squeezed.
Bill moved like lightning, slapping her hands away and staggering back a couple of steps. The realisation of what she wanted made him want to throw up. "No," he croaked.
"How dare you!" Umbridge hissed. "I own you! I could have you dead with a snap of my fingers, you ungrateful peice of blood traitor scum!"
"Then kill me," Bill said. "I would rather die than let you... than to..."
Umbridge drew her wand from her bosom and Bill found himself slammed up against the only peice of wall that wasn't covered in a cat portrait, and unable to move. She picked up his shirt and waved it in his face. "It's that Delacour woman," she spat. "Isn't it? She's made you think you're something special, that you can just pick and choose." She was not even trying to appear attractive now, and her toadlike face was twisted with some hideous emotion. "That whore. She's not even human!"
Bill glared at her. "She's not a whore," he growled.
Umbridge laughed. "Oh, poor baby! Did you think for one moment that she really cared about you? She can have whatever or whoever she wants. She is inhuman, and if I had my way would be wiped off the face of the earth, let alone far away from this school."
She waved her wand and Bill was flung forward. The next thing he knew, his wrists were manacled together and attached to the long peice of chain that hung permenantly from the ceiling. "What say I spoil her little game?" Umbridge seethed. "Since she has so effectively spoiled mine?"
Bill had to balance on his toes, but he gathered his wits enough to brace himself for the first blow. Umbridge brandished her wand like a whip, and a long welt appeared. Due to the scar tissue already marring his back, however, it barely broke the skin. "The evening could have been so much nicer for you," Umbridge cooed as she struck again. "But this is just as much fun for me. I suppose you're used to this sort of thing. But don't worry, we'll keep going until you really start to feel it."
By the tenth blow, Bill felt blood run down his back and under the waistline of his trousers. By the thirtieth he could no longer keep his silence, and grunted with pain. After that, he lost count, but it was not much longer before he was screaming.
He must have passed out, because the next thing he knew he was lying on the floor of his hut in a pool of his own blood. Pain was everywhere. He was glad he couldn't see most of the damage, although Umbridge had eventually grown bored and moved on to his chest and stomach. It took an hour before he could bear to crawl onto the bed, after which he passed out again. All he could hope for was that he could recover before Fleur or Ginny found him like this.