Hagrid sat in his hut, alone. Whenever Harry, Ron, or Hermione where not there with him, he usually sat by himself with Fang until he had business to attend to. The huge man was not one to cry, but today his emotions where out of his control. As tears formed in his eyes, he heard Fang deliver a long growl as someone banged on the door. Hagrid quickly straightened up and wiped his eyes.
"Who could tha' be at tha' door at this time, Fang?" he wondered aloud.
"Who is it?" bellowed Hagrid as he reached the door.
"It's Argus Filch! Open up, we need to talk!"
Hagrid sighed, he wondered what he had done to upset the poor little man this time. This school year especially, Filch had been coming to complain regularly about Hagrid and the troubles he placed on his job as caretaker of the school.
As Hagrid opened the door, Filch barged in mumbling about "Those bloody animals, escaping into my school, making a mess of things"
"Calm down, Filch. How about er spot eh tea? To relax yer?" suggested Hagrid. Although, the tea was more for himself. Hagrid had the weird habit of becoming awkward and nervous around Argus these days. Something about the wiry, high-strung man seemed to get him jumpy.
Filch stomped around Hagrid's hut furiously.
"No, no," stumbled Filch, who seemed to be nervous as well, "I have something to tell you, Hagrid."
Hagrid looked down at Filch. His beady eyes look rather intriguing today.
"Is it about the miniature dragons, Filch? Cause I told yer, I di'nt give 'em to the first years to play with… It was an assignment"
"It's not about the stupid dragons, Hagrid!" Filch yelled throwing his hands up.
Hagrid squinted at the man. Something was off about him today.
"Argus? … Where is Mrs. Norris?" Hagrid found it strange that Filch's beloved cat was not with them today, as she usually made the appearance with her owner.
"This visit is a more private, personal matter Hagrid" Ficlh said, stepping closer to Hagrid.
Hagrid could not help but wonder what the man meant, yet locked his eyes with the smaller man. A jolt of fiery tension ran through his body.
"I know you feel that, Hagrd. You can't escape it. We have something special."
Hagrid faltered for a moment. Was that in his head, or did Argus Filch really say that to him? As Filch moved in closer to him, he knew it was no mistake.
"Look, Filch-"
"Ah ah ah, call me Argus"
"Argus, come on. I don't know if this-"
"Shh, shh. It's okay. I know you are confused about this. No one has to know if you don't want them to."
By this time, Filch had backed Hagrid up into a corner of his hut. Filch reached a scrawny arm up to the large man, running a frail finger down Hagrid's burly chest. The simple touch sent Hagrid over the edge. Those emotions that he had been keeping pent up, finally released as he gently stroked Filch's face.
"Argus…. " Hagrid whispered softly. With a little bit of hesitation, Hagrid leaned down and kissed Filch sloppily on the mouth.
Filch grinned as Hagrid's beard tickled his face. He reached a hand up to grab Hagrid's hair and pull him closer.
Hagrid grunted and lifted Filch off of the floor, carrying him to his bed.
"Ar' ya sure you want tah do this, Argus?"
Wordlessly, Filch started to unbutton his vest and Hagrid took that as a sign to continue…