A/N: Hagrid wants to make a good first impression. Hagrid/Olympe.
Submission for:
Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Typhoeus – Write about dragons. Alt; write about Rubeus Hagrid.
Open Category 3: Canon
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Hagrid swallowed as he waited by one of the large pines, peering his eyes through the trees in the direction he knew the horse-drawn carriages were beyond the forest. He shouldn't have been so nervous, this wasn't even something could be a considered a date of any kind (they were going to look at dangerous fire-breathing dragons), but he still wanted to make a good impression.
There weren't many like him. There weren't many who could understand what it was like to be him. Most people were scared of him, frightened for they saw him as some sort of monster or condescending for they saw him as a... lesser person. Few sympathized but they didn't really know.
They would never know what it felt like to be as tall as your father at the age of 8. They would never know how it felt to be stared at for simply walking, trying to go about your day without being seen. They would never know the difficulties in finding clothes, a large-enough bed or getting through doorways.
But she would. He knew she would. She was just like him. He could tell. There was no way she could be that way by just chance or fate. It was in her genes to tower over others in a way that may seem odd to most but beautiful to him.
There was the breaking of wood underfoot, the application of pressure greater than any regular human could do, before she appeared a few feet ahead of him. Her perfectly groomed hair almost touched the lower branches of the trees as looked about her. "'agrid?" she called, a slight lilt to the end of her words.
Hagrid took a breath and pressed down his wild hair as much as he could before he stepped forward to meet her. This was his only chance to make a good first impression.