He rubbed his palms together and exhaled sharply. His heart was beating in time with the distant dance music, and he was as ready as he'd ever be.
Turning on his heel with no grace, Hagrid started on his journey from the dance hall doorway to the owlery. She'd be there tonight, no doubt.
Barely lit by the descending sun, the outline of her silhouette was visible, the reds and oranges playing off the lightness of her body. Swiveling her head gently, her eyes widened in shock of her solidarity being broken on the night of the dance.
She blinked, closing her eyes a few moments longer than necessary. Tears formed on the edges of her wide eyes and slid down her heart-shaped face.
"Hoo?" she questioned, without too much hope.
"Yes, ma'am. I wanta ask ye for yer hand at the dance and I won't take no for an answer."
Her eyes lightened up and flashed to his face. "Hoo-hoo!" she finally released.
Then they were together once more, she on his shoulder, he walking with great deliberation to the dance.
As they swung in each other's arms and she gracefully flew in beautiful circles about his head, both were completely lost in the other's eyes. Time passed with no attention and the music faded away. The voices and footsteps were gone. But still they spun and laughed and each knew that they had found the perfect soulmate. Into the late hours of the morning, their chuckles and croons could be heard in the silent room.