A/N: This was written for the "A Wild Pairing Appeared! - Speed Writing Drabble Competition with the prompt Umbridge/entire herd of centaurs. (don't judge me :P) Warning: non-con (nothing graphic)

"Put me down this instance, you filthy half-breed, I'm a Ministry Official! And as such, any creature with near-human intelligence..."

It was precisely the wrong thing to say. The herd roared with anger.

"Half-breed?" The largest centaur, who appeared to be their leader, thundered. "Near-human intelligence?"

He stood on his hind legs and towered above her. Dolores realised that she was all alone, with a herd of Centaurs, who were all raging. She didn't have her wand anymore, for it had snapped under the Centaurs' hooves. Panic started to rise when she saw the agression in their eyes.

"Let me go!" she tried, but she hated the quaver in her voice as she said it.

"No." The Centaurs closed in on her, and she felt the heat radiating from their skins. "I think this witch" - the brown Centaur basically spat the word - needs to learn a lesson."

This was met by a roar of approval from the other Centaurs.

Dolores suddenly remembered the ancient story, the one about Hippodamia's wedding, and went very pale. They could not mean... No, they wouldn't dare...

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When Albus came into the forest and rescued her, Dolores was a mess. She had been passed on from Centaur to Centaur, as they had their way with her for days on end. Her hair was beyond dishevelled and her robes were torn. She was bearily able to walk and every muscle in her body ached. She had bruises all over her body. She hadn't had any sleep in days, for there was always a Centaur ready to take his place behind her when another tired or finished off.

She had learned her lesson though: Centaurs were even more dangerous than she already knew, and they needed to be eliminated as soon as possible.