A/N: The moment you've all been waiting for: Hagrid finally pops the question!
The sight was imposing. What had looked like a valley filled with rocks was slowly coming to life, revealing enormous giants. Rubeus held his breath and squeezed Olympes hand. Olympe gave him a slight squeeze back. In the past months they had grown closer. Most of the time, it was just the two of them in desolated areas so there was plenty of time to talk and get to know each other even better.
"We should try ter get up ter them," Rubeus said.
"We mustn't forget ze present from Dumblydore," Olympe said, preventing him from going in there without it.
"Right."
He helped her off the rocks of the mountain they had been staying in, ever the gentleman. It was strange. He had never thought of himself of a gentleman, yet when he was with Olympe, it seemed to come natural.
The branch of Gubraithian Fire held high, they approached the giants. They easily picked out the leader. "See, he's ther ugliest and laziest," Rubeus pointed out.
"Ze really are ugly, aren't zey?" Olympe shivered. "I really can't understand why zey wouldn't take more care of zemselves."
The gift was accepted with great interest, as were the next presents they brought. They felt like they were really on to something. But then, at night, they were brutally awoken by the sound of fighting down in the valley.
"What is zat?" Olympe asked.
"Looks like they're fightin'," Rubeus answered.
She sighed. "We'll need to start again, won't we?"
"I'm afraid so. But we'll succeed," he said more confident than he felt.
The look in Olympes eyes told him she wasn't so sure, but they didn't speak of their doubts. If they started doubting now, they might as well return to England.
So, the following morning, they went back, carrying another gift. But the new Gurg wasn't quite as receptive as the old one had been. They took a pretty bad beating before finally managing to escape back into the mountains, covered in blood and bruises.
"You're limping," Olympe said in horror when they had returned to the cave they'd been sleeping in.
"'Tis nothing," he tried to wave it away.
"Non, non, let me look."
He shuffled his feet out of her view. He knew it was bad, and he didn't want her to see it. She had enough on her own injuries for sure. But she was very resolute and in the end, he had no choice but to reluctantly show her his injured leg. It was already starting to turn green.
"Zis looks 'orrible!" she exclaimed. "I need to fix zis, or you might be limp forever." She took out her wand and let it go over his wound. "It iz infected," she said. "I'll look for ze herbs to zreat zis."
She got up, with the intention of starting to look for medicinal herbs, but he took her arm. "Olympe," he said. She stopped, one eyebrow raised at him questioningly.
"Oui?"
"Olympe, I know tis'll sound silly, but when that nasty giant punched yer, I thought I'd lost yer. I don't want ter loose yer. Perhaps tisn't the right time but," he swallowed hard, "will yer marry me?"
For a moment, there was silence, and Rubeus was afraid she'd turn him down, or worse, laugh at him in his face.
"Yes, I'd love zat," she replied.
"Really?" He couldn't hide his surprise.
"Oui. Zese last months 'ave been amazing. You are special, Rubeus."
"Olympe, yer just made me the happiest man on earth."
He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on her fingers. "I love yer," he said.
"I love you too," Olympe answered softly and in that moment, all of their injuries were forgotten. Forgotten were the cuts and bruises, forgotten the broken bones. Forgotten were the giants that lived within the valley. Forgotten was the mission they had been given by Dumbledore. There was just the two of them and nothing could come between them.