Disclaimer: I, again, do not own any of the characters in this story. They
all belong to the great and wonderful and stupendous J.K. Rowling.
Snow was faintly falling on the Hogwarts grounds as Hermione, Harry, and Ron made their way down the familiar sloping grounds to Hagrid's hut. Hermione and Ron were ahead of Harry, bickering as usual, this time about Hermione and her slowness. Harry was dragging along behind them, his mind on other things. His mind was on something that had been tormenting him for a while now. His thoughts were of a certain girl. Not just any girl, but one whom he was extremely close to. A girl, who, he thought, had the most breathtaking beauty and intellect to go along with it. His thoughts were settling on one of his best friends, Hermione Granger. He found that whenever he was near her, his mind felt blissfully blank, as if nothing else in the world mattered but her. Almost like when he had first seen veela, but not exactly. For veela were women of beauty, yet no personality. And Harry knew from experience that Hermione possessed a personality, and a very charming one at that.
' Why am I doing this to myself?' he thought exasperatedly. ' She's your best friend!'
Sighing, he wrenched his mind off of her, and onto the reason for Hagrid's asking that they visit him. Hagrid had been very secretive lately, motioning furtively for Harry and Ron to come talk to him earlier. Once they had obliged, he looked around before talking very softly.
" Come and meet me here as soon as you can with Hermione, it's particularly important."
Then he had stepped inside his hut and slammed the door. Harry thought that this was most unlike Hagrid, and he had urged Ron to hurry as they went to get Hermione. His pondering was interrupted by Hermione's rich voice.
" Harry, did Hagrid mention anything about why he wanted us to visit him?"
" No, but he was rather quiet and jumpy" murmured Harry.
" Oy, what was with that?" questioned Ron.
" Dunno" commented Harry.
They stopped talking abruptly because they had arrived at Hagrid's cabin. Harry reached up his hand and rapped sharply on the door.
" Just a sec" they heard Hagrid call.
As they waited for him to answer the door, memories of their earlier years there flooded their minds. For all of them, Norbert was one of the first that was reflected on. It had only been their first year when Hagrid had tried to raise a dragon, and it had been up to them to keep him out of trouble. Another notion that came to mind was of Aragog and Hagrid being taken to Azkaban. Ron shuddered involuntarily at the thought of Azkaban; he was still frightened by the name. Buckbeak and his adventure was easily one of the most favorite memories that Harry and Hermione possessed, both having been with only each other for three wonderful hours. Both of them were meditating on this last thought, with goofy grins on their faces, when Hagrid opened the door.
" Glad you could make it. Come on in." he indicated.
The three of them stepped inside, donning their cloaks on the coat rack right next to the door. Hagrid motioned for them to sit down, and he served them tea and cookies (though these, they noticed, were out of a can).
" So, Harry, Hermione, Ron, what have all of you been up to lately?" broached Hagrid.
" Oh, the usual. You know, studying and reading," said Hermione.
" You, Ron?" questioned Hagrid, his eyebrows raised, "reading?"
" I have much better things to do with my time, thank you," responded Ron, laughing at the look on Hermione's face.
In her opinion, there was nothing more important then studying and reading.
" An you 'Arry?"
" Well, nothing really. Hagrid, what did you call us all here for?"
Harry finally spoke the question that he had been dying to ask as soon as he got in the door.
" Well, there is something I need to tell you three. It will not change our relationship, I promise you and don't laugh because I'm here to ask for your help," he said, mopping his sweaty brow.
Harry and Hermione exchanged raised eyebrows. What could Hagrid possibly so nervous about?
" Well, get on with it Hagrid," instructed Ron.
" I need your help, because… well, I…. I, I want to propose to Madame Maxime."
(A/N Yikes! What a twist, I seriously was not planning on that, but now I think I have my reasons. Yes, the fluff is coming, I promise, this story does have a plot. I hope you like the new chapter. Please review! Thanks to all who reviewed last time!)
Snow was faintly falling on the Hogwarts grounds as Hermione, Harry, and Ron made their way down the familiar sloping grounds to Hagrid's hut. Hermione and Ron were ahead of Harry, bickering as usual, this time about Hermione and her slowness. Harry was dragging along behind them, his mind on other things. His mind was on something that had been tormenting him for a while now. His thoughts were of a certain girl. Not just any girl, but one whom he was extremely close to. A girl, who, he thought, had the most breathtaking beauty and intellect to go along with it. His thoughts were settling on one of his best friends, Hermione Granger. He found that whenever he was near her, his mind felt blissfully blank, as if nothing else in the world mattered but her. Almost like when he had first seen veela, but not exactly. For veela were women of beauty, yet no personality. And Harry knew from experience that Hermione possessed a personality, and a very charming one at that.
' Why am I doing this to myself?' he thought exasperatedly. ' She's your best friend!'
Sighing, he wrenched his mind off of her, and onto the reason for Hagrid's asking that they visit him. Hagrid had been very secretive lately, motioning furtively for Harry and Ron to come talk to him earlier. Once they had obliged, he looked around before talking very softly.
" Come and meet me here as soon as you can with Hermione, it's particularly important."
Then he had stepped inside his hut and slammed the door. Harry thought that this was most unlike Hagrid, and he had urged Ron to hurry as they went to get Hermione. His pondering was interrupted by Hermione's rich voice.
" Harry, did Hagrid mention anything about why he wanted us to visit him?"
" No, but he was rather quiet and jumpy" murmured Harry.
" Oy, what was with that?" questioned Ron.
" Dunno" commented Harry.
They stopped talking abruptly because they had arrived at Hagrid's cabin. Harry reached up his hand and rapped sharply on the door.
" Just a sec" they heard Hagrid call.
As they waited for him to answer the door, memories of their earlier years there flooded their minds. For all of them, Norbert was one of the first that was reflected on. It had only been their first year when Hagrid had tried to raise a dragon, and it had been up to them to keep him out of trouble. Another notion that came to mind was of Aragog and Hagrid being taken to Azkaban. Ron shuddered involuntarily at the thought of Azkaban; he was still frightened by the name. Buckbeak and his adventure was easily one of the most favorite memories that Harry and Hermione possessed, both having been with only each other for three wonderful hours. Both of them were meditating on this last thought, with goofy grins on their faces, when Hagrid opened the door.
" Glad you could make it. Come on in." he indicated.
The three of them stepped inside, donning their cloaks on the coat rack right next to the door. Hagrid motioned for them to sit down, and he served them tea and cookies (though these, they noticed, were out of a can).
" So, Harry, Hermione, Ron, what have all of you been up to lately?" broached Hagrid.
" Oh, the usual. You know, studying and reading," said Hermione.
" You, Ron?" questioned Hagrid, his eyebrows raised, "reading?"
" I have much better things to do with my time, thank you," responded Ron, laughing at the look on Hermione's face.
In her opinion, there was nothing more important then studying and reading.
" An you 'Arry?"
" Well, nothing really. Hagrid, what did you call us all here for?"
Harry finally spoke the question that he had been dying to ask as soon as he got in the door.
" Well, there is something I need to tell you three. It will not change our relationship, I promise you and don't laugh because I'm here to ask for your help," he said, mopping his sweaty brow.
Harry and Hermione exchanged raised eyebrows. What could Hagrid possibly so nervous about?
" Well, get on with it Hagrid," instructed Ron.
" I need your help, because… well, I…. I, I want to propose to Madame Maxime."
(A/N Yikes! What a twist, I seriously was not planning on that, but now I think I have my reasons. Yes, the fluff is coming, I promise, this story does have a plot. I hope you like the new chapter. Please review! Thanks to all who reviewed last time!)