A/N: Why does Gilderoy keep going back to Dolores' bed? Gilderoy/Umbridge. I do not own Harry Potter.

Submission for:

Creepy Pairing of the Day [Speed-drabble Competition]: Umbridge/Lockhart

Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Eris – Write about Dolores Umbridge.

The Lottery Competition: owl, table, make up, posh, sauna

"Get off me, woman," Gilderoy said as he shoved the hideous woman off him, the room suddenly feeling like a sauna. She knew that once the deed was done, all forms of contact were to halt immediately. He couldn't stand anyone near to him for too long, but he had urges that needed attending to and she was always very willing.

She fell to the other side of the bed none too gracefully, grabbing the sheets around her to hide her 'modesty'. Gilderoy would have scoffed if he wasn't already searching for his posh, gold and purple robes among the discarded clothes on the floor. He had already seen it all just seconds before and it wasn't much to look at anyway.

"You'll owl me, right, Roy?" she asked as she watched him move around the bed. He grimaced at her nickname for him, doubling his focus on trying to get out of here as quickly as possible. He wasn't one for pillow talk or lingering conversations either.

Once he finally collected and drew on his robes, he turned back to her large form on the bed. She was definitely a toad of a woman with no looks about her. Currently, her normally coiffed, brown, curly hair was mussed from their recent activity, her gaudy make-up removed, and her red lipstick was smeared across her face. She was looking at him with the most pleading eyes, however, which caused him to sigh. He shouldn't have looked into her pitiful eyes. They tugged at his heart like a puppy's, and he found it hard to say 'no' when she was staring at him so expectantly. "I'll owl you, Dolores," he said evenly.

Her mouth opened in a wide, ugly smile. The sheet fell, revealing her exposed upper torso as she began to crawl across the bed towards him in what she probably thought was a seductive way. However, without the hormones coursing through his body, Gilderoy felt disgusted by the sight. She purred, "I can't wait for it, Roy."

Gilderoy just studied her once again, her unattractive features, her unshapely body and her overbearing, clingy personality. He fought the shudder as he picked his wand off the the table by the door. Without another word or farewell, he walked out of her bedroom. Why did he keep coming back to Dolores Umbridge's bed?