My first fanfic! I do not own, characters belong to JKR.
Is set in the trio's 6th year, obviously some details I've changed for the purposes of my story. T at the moment, almost definitely going to be M later on… Please review!
Yeh know, 'Arry an' Ron don't visit me nearly as much as they did when yeh had me fer care o' magical creatures.' He said, sadly.
'I know, Hagrid, but I do, and I happen to know Luna Lovegood spends quite a bit of time here too.'
'It's not tha' I'm lonely, so much, it's jus' tha' I thought we were, like, friends…' he trailed off.
'They really appreciate all you've done for us – as do I – but they're really busy. You know, we're studying for our NEWTs, and they've got Quidditch practice, and of course, Harry's always got his theory that Malfoy is a Death Eater and is plotting something. Forgive them, Hagrid, they've got a lot on their plates, so to speak.'
'Yeh always found time, though, an' I know yeh do mos' of their homework for 'em. Don't yeh?'
'Well, some of it, but…'
'Let's move on now, yeah? I made some o' them rock cake things. Wan' one?'
'Sure. I'd love one.' Hermione still loved spending time at Hagrid's hut as much as she had when she was a first year. She still loved chatting to the endearing half-giant, who was currently bustling around his kitchen. She felt more than sympathy for him – she herself was indignant on his behalf. She did do all their work for them, on top of all her own, and she still went to see Hagrid whenever she could. Harry, what with following Malfoy and devising Quidditch plans and generally wasting time, never once spared any time to visit his first friend. She sighed bitterly, and jumped up to sit on one of Hagrid's huge chairs, at his huge table.
He dumped two plates of dubious looking rock cakes, and two large mugs of butterbeer on the table. She drank gratefully, and discreetly, bits at a time, fed the rock cake to Fang, who was wise of her tricks and was already waiting under the table. She sat, daydreaming, until a rough chuckle broke her trance. She shot Hagrid an enquiring look.
'Yeh, yeh still look so small at my table. Yeh're almost no bigger than a firs' year' he said, wheezing. At the reproachful look on Hermione's face, he backtracked. 'No, not like tha', o' course yeh've grown, yeh're jus' so much smaller than my hut. O' course yeh don' look like a firs' year. Yeh're a woman now, no' a child.' For some reason, he turned slightly pink having said that, and took a ferocious bite of his rock cake, giving Hermione some time to feed a bit more to the dog.
'I'd better be off, Hagrid. Need to finish the boys' potions essays and all of my homework before they get back from Quidditch this evening. Oh, and I've got a date with Justin. SHOOT! Best be off.' She said all of this very quickly, gave Hagrid a quick hug and ran up to the castle, leaving Hagrid bemused, pink, and what's more, strangely crestfallen…