Appropriate Workplace Conduct
Title: Appropriate Workplace Conduct
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,000
Warning(s): Implied oral sex in a public place
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Kingsley
Summary: It's one of those days at the office for Kingsley.
Author's notes: Sucky title is sucky. For the awesome Anywhere But the Bed Comment Fest that I've been squeeing over since forever. Super quick job for gracerene's brilliant prompt: One of the pair is an Auror and his lover decides to pay him a visit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
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“So- to make a long story short- I believe you’ll be the best pick to lead security at this year’s International Funds and Finance Meeting at Paris,” Kingsley finished, wrapping up his speech with terse efficiency. He had been pacing for the last fifteen minutes as he talked; an old habit from years of planning Auror raids in dark, cramped offices. Now that he was done, he took the moment to slip into the chair across from Harry’s desk.
“Any questions?” he asked.
His youngest Senior Auror shook his head slowly. Harry was staring dead ahead, his lips pressed in a tight line. If Kingsley didn’t know better he would say the boy was trying to avoid making eye contact. Harry just swallowed audibly and gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, sliding even further into his desk. Kingsley frowned in puzzlement at the odd behaviour but Harry spoke up before he could make an observation. “No, sir,” he managed. His voice came out in a choked whisper. His eyes fluttered and his grip on the chair tightened.
Kingsley was a bit flummoxed. This was...strange, to say the least. “No questions?” he repeated slowly, because that definitely couldn’t be the case. Harry always made it a point to ask as many questions as possible. “What about your team? And the paperwork? Surely, you at least plan to complain about another ‘dull function’ when you could be out chasing Potion smugglers or...”
“I’m sure you’ve thought of everything!” Harry replied through clenched teeth. His knuckles were going white where they gripped the chair. “And I don’t mind France,” he added nonetheless. “Nice country. It’s good...so, so good...”
Harry trailed off with a slightly strangled sigh. Apparently, he really liked Paris.
“I see,” Kingsley replied slowly. He couldn’t say he was convinced with Harry’s little turnabout act but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. “Anyway, make sure you fill out Forms 48, 62 and 16A with the International Affairs Department to validate an International Portkey and...”
Harry interrupted his instructions with a shrill squeak and threw his head back as he shuffled urgently again. His lips pressed together again and his eyes shut tightly. Honestly, of all the impudence! What was the boy playing at today? This behaviour certainly merited the most disapproving scowl Kingsley could manage. “Is everything alright?” he demanded sternly.
“All good! Just peachy!” Harry gritted. He sounded a bit like a strangled cat now and Kingsley was really starting to worry. “Forms, International Affairs...I got it. Everything’s under control! Well, thanks for stopping by, sir. I’ll c-come by later to...filethepaperwork, okay bye!”
Kingsley stared blankly, before giving in and getting up. “I’ll leave you to it then,” he said slowly, gauging the reaction.
Harry nodded almost desperately, staring at him with wide, green and oddly hazy eyes. Something was clearly out of place. Now that Kingsley was really looking, he could see the thin sheen of sweat across his brow and the flush of his cheeks.
He made a mental note to send the on call Mediwitch over. The last thing he needed was for Harry to fall ill, two weeks before his mission. “I’ll see myself out then,” Kingsley said, walking to the door. “Don’t bother getting up.”
“I’m afraid that’s out of the bloody question.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing!” Harry blurted out. “Goodbye then!”
The door slammed shut in Kingsley’s face- courtesy a Locking Charm- leaving him blinking. He gave up and shook his head. That boy needed help and fast.
So, Kingsley started down the hallway, making his way to the Mediwitch’s office. He only noticed that he wasn’t alone when another pair of smooth footsteps sounded behind him. Then someone joined him, walking alongside Kingsley and matching his stride.
“Afternoon, Head Auror,” Malfoy greeted, polite as always. “Pleasant day, isn’t it?”
“Good afternoon, Malfoy,” Kingsley replied, somewhat surprised. What was an International Affairs representative doing here? As far as he knew, they hadn’t been briefed them on the Paris Talks yet. So why was the boy here? Suddenly, he remembered some odd gossip in the break room yesterday. Apparently, Malfoy and Harry had started dating recently. Ah, so that was it. He had probably stopped by to visit his...
Kingsley froze in his tracks.
Oh.
Malfoy halted alongside him, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Oh no.
Malfoy’s hair was tousled, his cheeks were flushed and his clothing was rather rumpled- as if he’d been exerting himself in a limited space. Somewhere...somewhere cramped. Like a...like under a...
Kingsley’s mind rebelled at this point, stubbornly refusing to follow up that line of thought. He was starting to feel a little faint. A hot, furious blush crept unbidden, up his neck and to his face.
“Incidentally,” Malfoy went on, not even missing a beat- the little bastard. “You might want him to fill out Form 39 and 56 as well. It never hurts to back up your Portkey with a Floo connection.”
Kingsley couldn’t do much more than gape at the moment, but apparently that was enough for the little shite. Malfoy grinned shamelessly, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stepped into the elevator. “Good day, Head Auror.”
And before The Head Auror could even utter the phrase ‘appropriate conduct for inter-office liaisons’ he was gone. Kingsley stared blankly at the empty space for all of two minutes before schooling his dumbfounded expression and righting himself firmly. He hadn’t become Head Auror by getting easily thrown off, after all.
First and foremost, he was going to write a memo to Human Resources and have them organise a workshop on 'APPROPRIATE INTERPERSONAL CONDUCT IN THE WORKPLACE'. And yes, he will put it all in capitals thank you very much and yes, he will hunt Potter and Malfoy down and make them attend it if he has to.
Then he was going to politely and professionally request a transfer- or threaten to tender his resignation with immediate effect. Yemen would be a nice change of pace.
But before any of that- Kingsley decided wearily- he was going to make that trip to the Mediwitch’s office after all. He could feel a bitch of a migraine coming up.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,000
Warning(s): Implied oral sex in a public place
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Kingsley
Summary: It's one of those days at the office for Kingsley.
Author's notes: Sucky title is sucky. For the awesome Anywhere But the Bed Comment Fest that I've been squeeing over since forever. Super quick job for gracerene's brilliant prompt: One of the pair is an Auror and his lover decides to pay him a visit.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
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“So- to make a long story short- I believe you’ll be the best pick to lead security at this year’s International Funds and Finance Meeting at Paris,” Kingsley finished, wrapping up his speech with terse efficiency. He had been pacing for the last fifteen minutes as he talked; an old habit from years of planning Auror raids in dark, cramped offices. Now that he was done, he took the moment to slip into the chair across from Harry’s desk.
“Any questions?” he asked.
His youngest Senior Auror shook his head slowly. Harry was staring dead ahead, his lips pressed in a tight line. If Kingsley didn’t know better he would say the boy was trying to avoid making eye contact. Harry just swallowed audibly and gripped the armrests of his chair tightly, sliding even further into his desk. Kingsley frowned in puzzlement at the odd behaviour but Harry spoke up before he could make an observation. “No, sir,” he managed. His voice came out in a choked whisper. His eyes fluttered and his grip on the chair tightened.
Kingsley was a bit flummoxed. This was...strange, to say the least. “No questions?” he repeated slowly, because that definitely couldn’t be the case. Harry always made it a point to ask as many questions as possible. “What about your team? And the paperwork? Surely, you at least plan to complain about another ‘dull function’ when you could be out chasing Potion smugglers or...”
“I’m sure you’ve thought of everything!” Harry replied through clenched teeth. His knuckles were going white where they gripped the chair. “And I don’t mind France,” he added nonetheless. “Nice country. It’s good...so, so good...”
Harry trailed off with a slightly strangled sigh. Apparently, he really liked Paris.
“I see,” Kingsley replied slowly. He couldn’t say he was convinced with Harry’s little turnabout act but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. “Anyway, make sure you fill out Forms 48, 62 and 16A with the International Affairs Department to validate an International Portkey and...”
Harry interrupted his instructions with a shrill squeak and threw his head back as he shuffled urgently again. His lips pressed together again and his eyes shut tightly. Honestly, of all the impudence! What was the boy playing at today? This behaviour certainly merited the most disapproving scowl Kingsley could manage. “Is everything alright?” he demanded sternly.
“All good! Just peachy!” Harry gritted. He sounded a bit like a strangled cat now and Kingsley was really starting to worry. “Forms, International Affairs...I got it. Everything’s under control! Well, thanks for stopping by, sir. I’ll c-come by later to...filethepaperwork, okay bye!”
Kingsley stared blankly, before giving in and getting up. “I’ll leave you to it then,” he said slowly, gauging the reaction.
Harry nodded almost desperately, staring at him with wide, green and oddly hazy eyes. Something was clearly out of place. Now that Kingsley was really looking, he could see the thin sheen of sweat across his brow and the flush of his cheeks.
He made a mental note to send the on call Mediwitch over. The last thing he needed was for Harry to fall ill, two weeks before his mission. “I’ll see myself out then,” Kingsley said, walking to the door. “Don’t bother getting up.”
“I’m afraid that’s out of the bloody question.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing!” Harry blurted out. “Goodbye then!”
The door slammed shut in Kingsley’s face- courtesy a Locking Charm- leaving him blinking. He gave up and shook his head. That boy needed help and fast.
So, Kingsley started down the hallway, making his way to the Mediwitch’s office. He only noticed that he wasn’t alone when another pair of smooth footsteps sounded behind him. Then someone joined him, walking alongside Kingsley and matching his stride.
“Afternoon, Head Auror,” Malfoy greeted, polite as always. “Pleasant day, isn’t it?”
“Good afternoon, Malfoy,” Kingsley replied, somewhat surprised. What was an International Affairs representative doing here? As far as he knew, they hadn’t been briefed them on the Paris Talks yet. So why was the boy here? Suddenly, he remembered some odd gossip in the break room yesterday. Apparently, Malfoy and Harry had started dating recently. Ah, so that was it. He had probably stopped by to visit his...
Kingsley froze in his tracks.
Oh.
Malfoy halted alongside him, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Oh no.
Malfoy’s hair was tousled, his cheeks were flushed and his clothing was rather rumpled- as if he’d been exerting himself in a limited space. Somewhere...somewhere cramped. Like a...like under a...
Kingsley’s mind rebelled at this point, stubbornly refusing to follow up that line of thought. He was starting to feel a little faint. A hot, furious blush crept unbidden, up his neck and to his face.
“Incidentally,” Malfoy went on, not even missing a beat- the little bastard. “You might want him to fill out Form 39 and 56 as well. It never hurts to back up your Portkey with a Floo connection.”
Kingsley couldn’t do much more than gape at the moment, but apparently that was enough for the little shite. Malfoy grinned shamelessly, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stepped into the elevator. “Good day, Head Auror.”
And before The Head Auror could even utter the phrase ‘appropriate conduct for inter-office liaisons’ he was gone. Kingsley stared blankly at the empty space for all of two minutes before schooling his dumbfounded expression and righting himself firmly. He hadn’t become Head Auror by getting easily thrown off, after all.
First and foremost, he was going to write a memo to Human Resources and have them organise a workshop on 'APPROPRIATE INTERPERSONAL CONDUCT IN THE WORKPLACE'. And yes, he will put it all in capitals thank you very much and yes, he will hunt Potter and Malfoy down and make them attend it if he has to.
Then he was going to politely and professionally request a transfer- or threaten to tender his resignation with immediate effect. Yemen would be a nice change of pace.
But before any of that- Kingsley decided wearily- he was going to make that trip to the Mediwitch’s office after all. He could feel a bitch of a migraine coming up.