"May I interest you in some wine, Olympe?"

"Oui, merci," she quietly replied, a coquettish blush rising in her cheeks. She had never been so thoroughly seduced by a man so much smaller than herself. Then again, being half-giant made most men smaller than herself.

His dark eyes seemed to flash an unearthly glow, and his pale skin had an iridescent almost pearly appearance. Altogether she found him entrancing. He poured the wine with unstudied grace and gently transferred the win glass to her hand without a single ripple disturbing the dark wine's surface.

She inhaled the scent of the rich Merlot, thinking sensuous thoughts as he watched her.

"Pont l'Eveque?" he asked, proffering a plate of cheese she hadn't noticed before.

She excitedly nodded.

"Take a moment to inhale the soft bouquet," he said with such an intensity in his gaze that she immediately complied.

"Oui, eet iz very good."

"This used to be one of my favorite indulgences."

"Used to be? Why don't you 'ave some?" She suddenly noticed that there was only one wine glass, only one plate, and only one napkin.

"I'm afraid it no longer sates my hunger," he replied, his cold hand taking hold of her wrist firmly. Too firmly.

She felt a chill.

"Well, per'aps I should go. Eet iz very late and I don't think zat-"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'No.' I am leaving."

"I just need a small taste, before you leave," he said leaning in for what she thought was a kiss.

"I thirst for your blood."

Then his fangs sunk into her neck and she felt-

"Olympe?"

And she felt-

"Olympe!"

And-

"Oh good, there you are. I thought there was some sort o' trouble with the Death Eaters."

"'Ello 'agrid," Olympe replied, sitting up from the lounge chair she had conjured. "Did ze talks with ze giants work?"

"I think things might be going better."

"Really?"

"Well... No, not really. That big'un basically said he'd drink my blood, actually," Hagrid said, sitting down on the lounge, which gave a vociferous creak.

"Oh... 'agrid... 'Ave you ever 'ad Pont l'Eveque?"

"Had what?"

"Pont l'Eveque. It's a kind of cheese. It goes well with Merlot."

"Huh. Well, I've always been more fond of Firewhiskey, meself."

"Firewhiskey?" Olympe repeated, feeling ill.

"But that reminds me! I have a surprise for you! I saw a peddler and he got us some wine and cheese, since you like that sort of thing."

"Oh? Zat was very kind of you."

"Aw, well, you know I'd do anything for you, Olympe."

She tried to smile for him.

"What sort of wine and cheese?"

"Uh, you know, I don't know. It's red, though," said Hagrid with a smile.

It was a port wine and he had paired it with gouda. It would have been best with gorgonzola or stilton.