Here is a story I wrote while imagining what it would be like if Hagrid and Olympe got married. Please enjoy :)
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Hagrid looked at his reflection in the polished spoon nervously, flattening his hair and picking at his teeth. This was the night that he'd been waiting for; it had to be completely perfect. There was a knock at the door. He shoved the spoon hastily in a drawer and went to answer the door. Standing at the door step was a large woman with olive skin and beautiful eyes. She was wearing a shimmering blue dress that made her look dazzling in the moonlight.
''Ello, 'Agrid,' she said, allowing a slight smile to grace her lips.
'Ah, Olympe,' said Hagrid, the corners of his beard twitching.
'Well,' said Olympe in a mock -irritated voice, 'are you going to invite me in, or shall I stand out 'ere all night?'
'No, we'll be dining outside tonight,' said Hagrid, holding out his arm for Olympe to take. 'If you'll just follow me.' Olympe took Hagrid's arm and allowed him to lead her through the dark grounds and towards the lake. They walked along the side of the lake in silence, eventually reaching the edge of the forest.
'Where are you taking me, 'Agrid?' asked Olympe, smiling.
'It's a secret,' said Hagrid softly, also smiling.
They walked further through the trees by the side of the lake, until eventually they reached a small clearing. There was a round table in the middle of the clearing, two large chairs placed around it and a rose in a crystal vase in the centre. Beside the table was a cart on which stood a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice, and several platters, all of which were covered. Fairies were lighting up the trees surrounding the clearing, and several instruments had been bewitched to play a beautiful melody.
'Oh, 'Agrid!' exclaimed Olympe, 'it's beautiful!'
'Please have a seat,' beamed Hagrid, pulling out the chair facing the lake for Olympe, then sitting in the one opposite it.
'Champagne?' asked Hagrid, gesturing to the bottle in the bucket of ice.
'But of course,' said Olympe, fluttering her long, black eye lashes.
Hagrid extracted two tall crystal glasses from the cart and filled them with champagne. He offered one to Olympe.
'Thank you,' she smiled.
Hagrid took a long sip from his own glass. He looked at Olympe, and couldn't help thinking how beautiful she looked tonight.
Hagrid put down his glass, and then placed his massive hands on Olympe's.
'Olympe,' he said, staring at their hands, 'from the first time I say yeh, I knew...' He looked up into Olympe's face. She was staring avidly at him, her eyes shining. Hagrid cleared his throat.
'An', an' since then, I've been falling more an' more in love with yeh.'
Tears were forming in Olympe's huge eyes. Hagrid rummaged in the pocket of his coat and withdrew a small, black box. Olympe gasped.
'Olympe,' said Hagrid. He opened the box, and took out a large, silver ring encrusted with tiny, shining diamonds. Olympe gasped again at the sight of the ring. Hagrid was pleased with her reaction; he had spent almost all of his savings buying it.
'Will, will yeh marry me?' Hagrid asked, offering Olympe the ring, and waiting nervously for her answer. There was a moment when neither of them spoke, Hagrid looking at Olympe, and Olympe staring open-mouthed at the ring. At last she spoke.
'Oh yes! Yes 'Agrid, of course I will!' cried Olympe.
Hagrid beamed at her, and slipped the ring onto her finger.