May 6th: Nature is Beautiful
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hp_may_madnessTitle: May 6th: Nature is Beautiful
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Astoria
Word Count: 1166
Rating: R
Challenge: Day 6: Exhibitionism
Harry signed his name at the bottom of the parchment, sighed and added it to the growing pile on the left side of his desk. He might have never become an Auror if someone had warned him just how much paperwork was involved. There was a tedious amount even at the best of times, and given that this was his first day back at work since before his wedding, his desk may not have ever been more cluttered. He glared at the towering stack of untouched reports he still had to go through, wishing he could set them all on fire and be done with it.
A tapping at his window was a very welcome distraction from the monotony. He could've called one of the junior members of the department in to deal with the owl, but any excuse to take his eyes off of these reports for a few minutes was going to be embraced with open arms. He pushed his chair back and walked the few short steps to the window, grateful for the chance to stretch his legs.
"Ah, hello there, Juniper," he said. Astoria's beautiful eagle owl held out the envelope for him, and he rewarded her with an owl treat. She accepted it with a hoot and then flew right back out the open window. So Astoria must not have been expecting a quick reply to whatever this was.
He considered sitting back down at his desk to read it, but that would put him uncomfortably close to the small mountain of unfinished paperwork that still awaited him, something he wasn't ready for just yet. Harry instead decided to remain standing by the window, which he left open for the moment to let some fresh air in. He pulled the letter out of the envelope and began reading.
Morning, Harry! I'd ask you how your first day back is going, but there's no point since I already know the answer: you've got loads of paperwork left to finish and you're bored out of your skull.
Harry nodded his head. That was a true statement if he'd ever read one.
No official Prophet assignment for me today, but I'm doing a photo shoot for Tracey's family, and it's so nice outside that I walked all the way there just to enjoy it. Shame you're cooped up inside all day!
He grunted, wondering if she was genuinely feeling sympathetic or if she was just rubbing it in.
Anyway, I was early and had some time to kill, so I got a great idea. Since you can't enjoy nature today, I'm bringing nature to you! I took some great photos around the park for you and slipped them into that envelope you're holding. Hope you enjoy them!
That was...actually rather thoughtful of her. He reached back into the envelope and smiled when, as promised, he felt a few photographs down towards the bottom. He was just about to pull one out when there was a knock at his office door.
"Come in," he called out. The door opened, and Head Auror Sean Savage poked his head in.
"Morning, Harry," the man said, smiling. "I hope you had a good honeymoon?"
"Good morning, sir," Harry replied, returning the smile. He didn't know his boss well, but he'd always seemed a decent bloke. "Yeah, it was really great. Daphne's already trying to figure out the next time we can squeeze in another trip to Paris." Savage laughed and nodded.
"It's a beautiful city," he agreed. "But listen, we're glad to have you back, and sorry about all the paperwork. Proudfoot's been looking into a blackmailing case for the last six days, so the reports have piled up."
"I understand," Harry said. He really did, and he knew Proudfoot wouldn't blow off his work intentionally. But understanding that there was a valid reason didn't make the load on his desk any lighter. "I've made good progress already, and I think I should have most of it done by the end of the day."
"That's great," the Head Auror said, smiling in approval. "I know how tedious it can be, and I appreciate your hard work. Just remember to take breaks, yeah?"
"Oh, I will," Harry assured him. "Was just in the middle of one right now, actually."
"Oh, that's good," Savage said, and then seemed to take note of what Harry was holding. "That a letter from your wife?"
"My sister-in-law," he said. "She went outside and took some photos for me since she knew I'd be indoors most of the day." He idly pulled one out to look at it.
"How nice. She must be a really thoughtful young--uh, Harry? You alright?"
"Yes! Uh, yes, sir! Just fine!" he stammered. He stuffed the photo back into the envelope as quickly as he thought he could manage without arousing any more suspicion.
"Okay then," his boss said, squinting at his odd behavior. "I'll just leave you to it then, shall I?"
"Yes, sir!"
His boss left, closing the door behind him, and Harry all but collapsed in his chair. He looked back and forth between the envelope and the door several times, and when he was reassured that no one else was about to come in, he hesitantly pulled the offending photo out.
Astoria hadn't been lying when she wrote about taking some photos of nature. What she'd neglected to mention was that she was prominently featured in every one. In the first one he'd looked at she was sitting on a picnic table, and her dress was hiked up far enough to give him a good look at not just her long, long legs, but her pink underwear as well. In the next she was standing in front of a tree, looking back over her shoulder at the camera and holding her dress up so he could see her arse. Those two were raunchy enough, but he was shocked when he got to the third and final photo she'd taken.
In the foreground of the picture were Neville Longbottom and his girlfriend Hannah Abbott, who were sitting on a bench, holding hands and talking, with no clue that their photo was being taken. Behind them stood Astoria, her dress pulled down to flash her bare breasts at the camera.
That little minx! How did she expect him to get through an entire day of boring desk work after seeing these? Then again, his boss DID encourage him to take breaks...
After carefully arranging all three photos on top of his desk, Harry scooted his chair back to give him more room to stretch his legs. With this being wizard photography, the three Astorias recognized what was about to happen and put on a little show. The first ran her hand along her underwear, the second wiggled her arse at him, and the third shook her shoulders so her smallish but perky breasts jiggled enticingly. All three Astorias smirked as they watched him unzip his trousers.
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Astoria
Word Count: 1166
Rating: R
Challenge: Day 6: Exhibitionism
Harry signed his name at the bottom of the parchment, sighed and added it to the growing pile on the left side of his desk. He might have never become an Auror if someone had warned him just how much paperwork was involved. There was a tedious amount even at the best of times, and given that this was his first day back at work since before his wedding, his desk may not have ever been more cluttered. He glared at the towering stack of untouched reports he still had to go through, wishing he could set them all on fire and be done with it.
A tapping at his window was a very welcome distraction from the monotony. He could've called one of the junior members of the department in to deal with the owl, but any excuse to take his eyes off of these reports for a few minutes was going to be embraced with open arms. He pushed his chair back and walked the few short steps to the window, grateful for the chance to stretch his legs.
"Ah, hello there, Juniper," he said. Astoria's beautiful eagle owl held out the envelope for him, and he rewarded her with an owl treat. She accepted it with a hoot and then flew right back out the open window. So Astoria must not have been expecting a quick reply to whatever this was.
He considered sitting back down at his desk to read it, but that would put him uncomfortably close to the small mountain of unfinished paperwork that still awaited him, something he wasn't ready for just yet. Harry instead decided to remain standing by the window, which he left open for the moment to let some fresh air in. He pulled the letter out of the envelope and began reading.
Morning, Harry! I'd ask you how your first day back is going, but there's no point since I already know the answer: you've got loads of paperwork left to finish and you're bored out of your skull.
Harry nodded his head. That was a true statement if he'd ever read one.
No official Prophet assignment for me today, but I'm doing a photo shoot for Tracey's family, and it's so nice outside that I walked all the way there just to enjoy it. Shame you're cooped up inside all day!
He grunted, wondering if she was genuinely feeling sympathetic or if she was just rubbing it in.
Anyway, I was early and had some time to kill, so I got a great idea. Since you can't enjoy nature today, I'm bringing nature to you! I took some great photos around the park for you and slipped them into that envelope you're holding. Hope you enjoy them!
That was...actually rather thoughtful of her. He reached back into the envelope and smiled when, as promised, he felt a few photographs down towards the bottom. He was just about to pull one out when there was a knock at his office door.
"Come in," he called out. The door opened, and Head Auror Sean Savage poked his head in.
"Morning, Harry," the man said, smiling. "I hope you had a good honeymoon?"
"Good morning, sir," Harry replied, returning the smile. He didn't know his boss well, but he'd always seemed a decent bloke. "Yeah, it was really great. Daphne's already trying to figure out the next time we can squeeze in another trip to Paris." Savage laughed and nodded.
"It's a beautiful city," he agreed. "But listen, we're glad to have you back, and sorry about all the paperwork. Proudfoot's been looking into a blackmailing case for the last six days, so the reports have piled up."
"I understand," Harry said. He really did, and he knew Proudfoot wouldn't blow off his work intentionally. But understanding that there was a valid reason didn't make the load on his desk any lighter. "I've made good progress already, and I think I should have most of it done by the end of the day."
"That's great," the Head Auror said, smiling in approval. "I know how tedious it can be, and I appreciate your hard work. Just remember to take breaks, yeah?"
"Oh, I will," Harry assured him. "Was just in the middle of one right now, actually."
"Oh, that's good," Savage said, and then seemed to take note of what Harry was holding. "That a letter from your wife?"
"My sister-in-law," he said. "She went outside and took some photos for me since she knew I'd be indoors most of the day." He idly pulled one out to look at it.
"How nice. She must be a really thoughtful young--uh, Harry? You alright?"
"Yes! Uh, yes, sir! Just fine!" he stammered. He stuffed the photo back into the envelope as quickly as he thought he could manage without arousing any more suspicion.
"Okay then," his boss said, squinting at his odd behavior. "I'll just leave you to it then, shall I?"
"Yes, sir!"
His boss left, closing the door behind him, and Harry all but collapsed in his chair. He looked back and forth between the envelope and the door several times, and when he was reassured that no one else was about to come in, he hesitantly pulled the offending photo out.
Astoria hadn't been lying when she wrote about taking some photos of nature. What she'd neglected to mention was that she was prominently featured in every one. In the first one he'd looked at she was sitting on a picnic table, and her dress was hiked up far enough to give him a good look at not just her long, long legs, but her pink underwear as well. In the next she was standing in front of a tree, looking back over her shoulder at the camera and holding her dress up so he could see her arse. Those two were raunchy enough, but he was shocked when he got to the third and final photo she'd taken.
In the foreground of the picture were Neville Longbottom and his girlfriend Hannah Abbott, who were sitting on a bench, holding hands and talking, with no clue that their photo was being taken. Behind them stood Astoria, her dress pulled down to flash her bare breasts at the camera.
That little minx! How did she expect him to get through an entire day of boring desk work after seeing these? Then again, his boss DID encourage him to take breaks...
After carefully arranging all three photos on top of his desk, Harry scooted his chair back to give him more room to stretch his legs. With this being wizard photography, the three Astorias recognized what was about to happen and put on a little show. The first ran her hand along her underwear, the second wiggled her arse at him, and the third shook her shoulders so her smallish but perky breasts jiggled enticingly. All three Astorias smirked as they watched him unzip his trousers.