Anticipation was building as the Triwizard Tournament neared. Now only a month away, nearly all of Hogwarts was happily preoccupied with the upcoming event, with one exception. A disturbing rumor had spread through the owl community that Hagrid was engaged in regular correspondence with Madame Maxime. Although not yet of the carnal variety, the news of their correspondence nevertheless ruffled Hedwig's feathers. The increasing frequency of their exchanges made her fear that soon there would be a "special delivery." His bundle was hers alone, and any special handling that it required would also fall to her experienced hands.
In the hall, pheromone clouds almost obscured the decorations as the girls fantasized about intimate relations with the Durmstrang boys and their beaux batons, while the boys dreamt of trying their wizardry with the visiting girls. The music announced the arriving students and as they paraded in formation down the aisles, the boys' wands were at the ready, while the girls were more than welcoming in their reception.
As soon as Madame Maxime strode into the hall, all of Hedwig's anxieties gave way to a new sensation: lust. She was overcome with desire as she beheld the olive-skinned giantess, glistening with exertion and excitement. She understood now what Hagrid must have been feeling all of this time, and rather than being threatened by Maxime, she fluttered in joyful agony imagining the erotic possibilities of a ménage a trois. Hedwig could hardly wait until the feasting was over, and they could retire to their love den together for the night. Hagrid noted her flushed cheeks and mistook it for internal distress. In his kind and thoughtful way, he offered her a ginger beer to help with her digestion. The spicy fluid whetted her appetite for other fluids, and she could barely contain herself throughout the meal. As soon as it was polite to do so, she ushered Hagrid out of the building, gripping his elbow firmly in her talons. She threw a "come hither" look back at Madame Maxime, who soon followed.
Entering the hut, Hedwig took command of the situation and pulled Madame Maxime through the doorway, disrobing her in the process. Madame Maxime shrieked in delight as she dove into the feather pillows headfirst. In her zest and enthusiasm, she neglected to see that Fang was resting there expectantly, waiting for them to return from dinner. In his surprise, he mistook her for an intruder and attacked her bare, throbbing throat. Soon her lifeblood had flowed away and her limp body lay lifeless on the bed. There was nothing to do but to make the best of a bad situation, so Hagrid decided to get to work. Pretty soon, the refrigerator was full and he would not have to worry about finding Hedwig fresh meat for some time.