"Hegwig, are ya in there?" Hagrid inquired quietly, barely whispering.
There was a moment's pause.
"… Hoo," Hedwig replied, coyly inclining her head.
"'Ad me scared half to death," Hagrid said, sighing with relief. "Now don't you ever do that again."
Hedwig blinked slowly, then turned her head away so as to completely shut out Hagrid.
Hagrid's heart sunk. It was one of those days. He wasn't going to get anywhere today.
"I din't mean it, you know," he continued, slowly, watching her to see any spark of interest in her turned, frail body. "I din't want to hurt anybody. I thought it wouldn't do no harm."
Hedwig twitched. She turned her head half a degree counter-clockwise.
"I jus'—I wasn't thinken."
Now that the words had been said, the air was thick with anticipation.
Hagrid stood tall, hurt in his eyes, anger at himself flaring in his chest.
Time stood still for an impossibly long time until—
"Hoo-oo," murmured Hedwig, impossibly quiet. But it had been said. The silence which followed was made quieter by the words and hung in the air like a cut-off song.
"Heddy," Hagrid crooned. "Please."
She swiftly turned her head back. She had always been unable to resist him when he was humbled.
Flying toward him, she was immediately caught in a warm embrace. The world was forgotten.
"… 'Ow do you… er…?" Hagrid began.
Hedwig flew out of his arms, past the large caretaker, toward the cabinet.
Opening the cabinet with her beak, she let some bottles crash to the floor. A mix of chemically-created fruit and sanitation filled the air. Taking more care now, she found the bottle.
And it was in her beak. Around she turned, and flew toward the giant, standing there, embarrassed in his naïveté.
She flew in a circle around him, and past him.
She flew behind him, nipped at his trousers, and unfastened them. Taking care to lubricate and tighten the strap-on, she began her grind, thrusting in and out of Hagrid's convulsing entrance with care.