"'agrid?"
"Y's Olympe?"
The French Headmistress looked at her bearded lover and raised a perfectly drawn eyebrow as she held up a rather old and raggedy issue of some magazine, with a familiar and .
"Could you pleaze explain why you are on ze cover 'f 'Play Boy' magazineee?"
Hagrid blushed a bright red, his mouth opening and closing several times silently as he tried to explain.
"W-Well, er, yo' see, Olympe… it was, ah, somethin' a friend asked me ta do… ya know… a favour."
"Un favour?"
"Yea', they needed a tall model, and me friend su'gested I do it, 'idn't like the idea, but he said he'd buy me a book on dragons that I'd wanted for a while, and he'd buy me as many drinks as I coul' drink before I pass'd out, and the director's like me picture so much they put it on 'he cover-"
Olympe laughed a sound that was loud and ringing, like chimes. "O' 'Agrid, it zounds like you vere a very popular modeeel back zen!"
Hagrid let out a nervous chuckled as he scratched the back of his head, and Olympe shook her head and set the magazine down on the table. "Yeah, I guess so."
This is for the test your limits competition, held by fluffy, in which I had to write about Hagrid being in playboy magazine and his significant other/partner finds out years later. Very specific prompt, I know, and it was really hard and awkward and I don't like this at all it's terrible, I know.
Dedicated to uni, who pushed me to write this when I said I quit. So I don't quit anymore. Wait that doesn't make sense. I'm tired and I'm out of fuel. Don't look at me like that.
I don't own harry potter obviously nor this idea.