Chapter II - All You Need is Love
The woods were cold, even the moon was covered by a misty gray fog and all the warmth of the day seemed to have been sucked away by the darkness. Hagrid walked on, right toward the center of the forest where he thought he would encounter some creatures. After stumbling along through vines and branches for what seemed like hours (it's hard, afterall, to walk in high heels), Hagrid finally heard noises up ahead.
It sounded like moaning. The ground was rumbling slightly.
Suddenly he saw it. Grawp. 'Of course.' thought Hagrid. He should have known he would be seeing Grawp in the forest. Recently his younger brother had become a male prostitute. Hagrid was disappointed in him at first, but then realized that it was Grawp's only way of feeling loved and wanted. After Hagrid brought him home with him to live in the forest, he had spent most of his time terrorizing the local creatures. True, Grawp was removed from his home and thrust into a foreign land, but Hagrid didn't care. In fact, Hagrid had not 'rescued' him and 'tried to give him a better life' like he had told professor Dumbledore and Harry Potter, but he had kidnapped Grawp in order to try to make him his sex slave.
But Grawp had refused, he had even pretended like he was mentally subnormal and didn't speak english, just to get Hagrid to stop molesting him in the night. Finally Hagrid had deemed him as being useless and tried to dispose of him. He tried to push him in the lake and have the giant squid drown him, but Grawp had survived. Though physically sound, his mind was broken ... he had been tormented so much by Hagrid, he had felt such an absense of love...
Finally Grawp had decided to change himself, he wanted to look good, he wanted to find a lover. He needed someone to grow close to, someone to rescue him from the madness that Hagrid drove into him. He spent months working out, lifting boulders by day (in order to tone his biceps) and doing crunches with a few of the local centaurs. Sometimes he'd hang out with Bane (the leader of the centaurs) and they'd go jogging up and down a few of the worn down trails, but eventually Bane tried to get Grawp to smoke crack with him, and Grawp had to abandon the centaur clan because they embraced an unhealthy lifestyle.
But now Grawp was in shape, he was tan and muscular (he had been using a tanning potion that forced a few first years into buying for him in Hogsmeade), his skin was even smoother and his new colored contacts made his eyes a shocking blue. There was no denying it ... Grawp was hot
Even though he was now extremely attractive, there was still a gaping hole in his heart. The absense of love, the extended periods of neglect, all of it was driving him mad. He was so depressed, almost suicidal. He considered overdosing on essense of murtlap a few times, but then he reconsidered. In the middle of the night it came to him... he knew the solution. He would become a male prostitute.
Since that night his life changed, but definitely for the better. He had been seeing a few of the unicorns in the forest - though they were both 'happily' married with kids, they wanted someone to be intimate with on the side. Sirgen, a very toned male unicorn, had become very close with Grawp over the past few months. There wasn't a week that went by that they didn't see each other ... they had even said 'I love you.' Slowly the hole in Grawps heart from all the torment he endured was closing, he was beginning to feel again. He was beginning to know the joys of the love he had never known.
And, besides that, the sex was really good. Sirgen definitely knew how to use his horn to his advantage. He could do very 'magical' things with it in very 'magical' places. Most nights they would make sweet love under the stars and Sirgen would neigh sweet nothings in Grawps giant ear. They were strangely beautiful together - Sirgen's four legs spread out, Grawps giant 10 foot mass gently kissing every inch of his furry being, entwined under the midnight sky.
The fact that Hagrid knew that Grawp was happy was what infuriated him. He had, afterall, brought him home because he wanted to have a sex slave. But no, Grawp was a brat and didn't want to do it. Hagrid didn't see why not. He thought his plan would work perfectly ... he thought he could convince Grawp that it was normal for wizards (or half-wizards) to have slaves, but Grawp figured it out and left him. Yet again, Hagrid had been left.
A few tears trickled out of Hagrid's eye as he watched Grawp and Sirgen make love. They seemed so happy ... they definitely sounded so happy. The tears slowly fell down Hagrid's cheek and dripped onto his beautiful red gown, dark blotches from the wetness appearing all around the place where the bosom should be. Suddenly Hagrid felt it - he felt the sudden pain in his heart that he knew was loneliness. In his first sober thought of the evening, Hagrid realized what he needed was love.
Well, at least he needed to make love. Plus, he was really drunk, so it'd definitely be a good time.
He was now on a mission. He needed to find someone. He needed someone now. Every inch of his body was yearning for pleasure and he remembered those Cosmopolitan articles. He now had so many tricks up his sleeve, he knew he wouldn't be a disappointment in bed.
But who would he find? He knew in his heart who he wanted it to be ... he could feel it in his groin when he thought about them.
He turned and looked back up at Hogwarts castle. He scanned the building and then saw what he was looking for ...
The light of the Gryffindor common room was on
