This is a challenge fic from a Harry Potter forum 'Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges'. The actual challenge was called 'Fudge's Humiliation Competition and it was set by Lady Phoenix Fire Rose.
Yes, it's short, but I hope you enjoy!
Cornelius Oswald Fudge was having a bad day. A very bad day.
It had started quite simply; he had made himself a nice cup of tea and sat comfortably in his office, reading that morning's edition of the Daily Prophet. Everything seemed to be in order – there were no sightings of dark wizards (of course there wouldn't be, Voldemort wasn't back!), Dumbledore wasn't contradicting him too much and Rita Skeeter hadn't said anything that bad.
All these thoughts went down the drain – well, a sort of black hole in his mind – when he turned the page.
Why on earth was there a picture of him in nothing but his underpants taking up a full double-page spread?
Fudge blinked twice, sure it was just a wizard that resembled him slightly modelling that new range of underwear that was all the rage that year. Sadly, the picture still depicted him.
"Fudgey!"
Fudge turned toward the source of the noise, only to see his coworker, Dolores Umbridge, wearing some quite revealing underwear that left almost nothing to the imagination. Giggling, she slid into his lap.
"Fudgey! I knew you would come to your senses!"
"I – er – what?" he responded slightly stupidly.
"Last night! We went to the bar 'on business', or so you said," Umbridge kissed him on the cheek, smearing pink lipstick on his face. "If I knew what you had in mind I wouldn't have been so reluctant."
"What?" Fudge squirmed uncomfortably, but Umbridge must have taken this as an invitation to get closer, and she did just that.
"We had so much fun!" she purred, bouncing up and down a little. "And then you agreed to pose for that nice photographer in your underwear! That's you, see!" She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. "I always knew we were meant to be together!"
Fudge floundered around for a bit, then succeeded in pushing her off his lap. "Well, we –we – er – we need to go to work now, Dolores?"
"Oh, must we?" She was dangerously close again. "You're the Minister of Magic. Surely you can take off one day and we can have a little fun?"
"No, I really need to go to work again – important meeting, you see." Fudge succeeded in backing away slightly, but ended up with his back against the wall.
"Oh, that's a shame," Umbridge leant forward and licked his cheek. "Well, I'm sure I can wait a little while.
She ran toward the window and peered out. "Fudgey, darling, there's so many press reporters out there – must be because of your modelling, honey. Why don't I just go distract them, then you can stay out home?"
"Dolores – "
Umbridge paid no attention to the protesting Minister, but ran toward the door and stepped out. Still in her revealing underwear.
Fudge groaned and buried his face in his hands. He had no clue what was going to be in the Daily Prophet the next day.
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