Of Cupcakes and Wishes

Pairing: Hagrid/McGonagall

Summary: He always brings her a cupcake on her birthday.

A/N: This started off as an overly-complicated run-on sentence in a one-sentence challenge, but made it clear it wanted to be a longer fic. And who am I to argue? It's short, but mostly I'm just glad to be writing again. As a side note, why are there not more people shipping these two? You should fix that, fandom.

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't own, blah blah blah.

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He always brings her a cupcake on her birthday. Not homemade, of course, and she's glad because she could only handle so much of his cooking before she'd be forced to kill him on principle. It's not that she doesn't appreciate the thought, she does. It's just that what is digestible by humans and what is digestible by non-discerning half-giants is a list that overlaps in very few places, and this is a concept that he seemingly has trouble grasping.

He always places a single candle in the cake, which she's also glad of, because she's sure putting a candle for every year of her life would end in something going up in flames and she doesn't think that would be a good thing. Of course they could put the fire out instantly, and there may be some who would appreciate the excitement, however brief, but she is not to be counted among that number.

He always tells her to make a wish when she blows the candle out. It's such a silly practice. How could a wish come true just because it was made while blowing out a candle embedded in a birthday cupcake? But she humors him none-the-less, because it's harmless, and because it makes him happy. She can sacrifice her logical, no-nonsense mind for a moment if it means making him happy.

He always tells her not to tell him what she wished for, because then it might not come true.

She never points out that it doesn't come true anyway.

She never tells him what she wishes she could tell him.

She never tells him that she's in love with him.

She always just smiles (he never notices how forced a smile it is) and she never says anything more (he always feels like she wants to say something more).

He never saw it coming, the day she beckoned him to lean down close, and placed her hands either side of his face and kiss him deeply.

She always wanted to do that.