A/N: this one is for 'first date'. I'm not completely content with it as it is now, so'll probably make some chances tomorrow.

I've also written this one for the Pairing diversity Boot Camp Challenge with the prompt 'glad rags' and the Character Diversity Boot Camp Challenge with the prompt 'dance'.

"Professor, I need yer help." Rubeus had barged in into Minerva McGonagall's office.

"What is it, Hagrid?" she replied, a little worried at the look of panic in his eyes.

"I asked Olympe ter the Yule Ball," he grunted and set himself down on a table , which creaked dangerously.

"And she declined?" she said sympathetically. "I'm sorry Hagrid."

"She said yes," Rubeus said, dumbstruck.

"That's good news! I'm happy for you. But why are you looking like everything is wrong?"

"It's just…I can' dance!" he exclaimed grunting. "She's all good manners and such an' she'll think I'm but an oaf!"

"Now Hagrid, not so pessimistic," Minerva said. "I'm sure she would not have agreed to come with you if she thought you were an oaf. "

"Teach me, Professor," Hagrid said.

"Teach you what?"

"Teach me how ter dance." Rubeus felt embarrassed that he had to ask her, but it was the only way to not make a complete fool of himself at the Yule Ball. "Please," he added, for good manners.

Minerva sighed. "Sure, I will help you."

"Thank you Professor. That means a lot ter me."

It was only a couple of weeks until the Yule Ball thus twice a week, Rubeus would find himself in Minerva's office, trying to get a grasp of the basics of ball room dancing, which was a rather hard thing to accomplish when you're over ten feet tall and have feet the size of small boats.

"One more time, Hagrid. Left, right, quick-quick-slow…"

He tried to focus on his feet, but he lost his balance somewhere along the quick-quick part of the dance and tread on her toes. She whimpered.

"So sorry, Professor," he excused himself and quickly took a step back.

"That will be all for today, I think," she said and grimaced. "Keep practising Hagrid."

The Yule Ball was to start in about an hour and Rubeus twisted his tie nervously. He normally never wore a tie and the piece of clothing irritated him. But he wanted to make a good impression on Olympe. He had put on his glad rags and had even combed and flattened his hair. But the dancing part had him worried still. He had practised a lot, together with Minerva in her office, or alone, in his hut, and she was quite confident that he would do fine. He however, was sure he'd forget parts of it out of nervousness. That's why he had drabbled the basic steps on a piece of paper he kept in the pocket of his costume.

He took a deep breath before knocking on the door of Olympe's quarters. She opened almost immediately and Rubeus swallowed hard. She looked absolutely stunning in her long silk dress adorned with white flowers.

"Hi," he said awkwardly. She smiled at him and he felt his knees buckles just from her looking at him. As he had practised, he offered her his arm and together they walked towards the Great Hall. It was beautifully decorated, even more so than on a regular Christmas feast.

"It iz beautiful," Olympe said as she looked around.

Rubeus pointed at the enormous Christmas trees. "I've put them up," he said proudly.

"All by yourself?"

"Aye, I do that ev'ry year. The Professors help decorate 'em of course."

They walked over to one of the tables and like a true gentleman, Rubeus asked Olympe if she would like something to drink.

"Some punch, s'il te plait," she responded and Rubeus walked over to the punch table. He waved enthusiastically to Ron and Harry, who were both sitting on the side and looking a bit grudgingly at Hermione, who was dancing with one of the Durmstrang students. He walked back towards the table Olympe was sitting at and handed her the punch.

"Zank you."

They talked about different subjects, but all the while Rubeus was mustering up the courage to ask her to dance with him. Finally, after a couple of glasses of punch, he extended his hand.

"Would you like ter dance with me?" he stumbled.

"I would love zat," Olympe answered. As they walked to the dance floor, her hand loosely in his, a feeling of joy overcame him. Olympe truly was a remarkable woman. He repeated the steps inside his head, like a mantra. One-two, quick-quick-slow…

To his surprise, it went sort of okay. He didn't know what to say whilst dancing and might not have gotten all the passes right, at least he didn't tread on her toes.

Minerva McGonagall put up her thumbs to him to indicate that he was doing fine and he smiled. He would never have expected it, but if this was what dating was like, he could get used to it.