A/N: I think this one is rather obvious, but if you hadn't figured it out already: this one is about their marriage.
"We should keep it small," Rubeus said.
"We should," Olympe agreed. "Just close family."
"And some friends."
"Definitely. Who would you like to invite?"
"Well, Harry, Ron and Hermione o' course, they've done a lot during the war and fer me."
Olympe scribbled their names on the list. "We should invite my father's aunt 'Elga as well. She will be so disappointed if she does not get ze invitation."
"Tis okay," Rubeus said and smiled at her. "Harry is with Ginny now, so put her on the list as well. Come ter think of it: Could we invite ter Weasleys?"
"What, all of zem? Zere are so many!"
"Yeah, they're sort of important."
"D'accord, well, if you inviting ze Weasleys, is it okay zat I invite mes collègues de Beauxbatons?"
"If you want ter invite them, that's fine by me. Could we invite the professors of Hogwarts also?"
"Bien sûr. What about our neighbours?"
"And we should ask Kingsley, especially since he's ter Prime Minister now.
At the end of the conversation, there were almost a hundred people on the list. Rubeus and Olympe looked at each other.
"Zis is not possible," Olympe exclaimed.
Rubeus shook his head. "It was going ter be just a small party," he muttered. "You and I, Olympe, we know far ter many people," was the conclusion he reached. "But I can't thing of a single one on ter list we shouldn't invite."
She sighed. "I suppose it is not going to be a small party zen."
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"Seriously Hagrid, how could you have expected it to become a small party?" Harry said when Rubeus told him and Ron the story of why there were so many people at their wedding.
"Yeah, you're both half-giants," Ron added. "There nothing small about the both of you. If anything, it promised to become a big party from the start."
They both laughed and Rubeus laughed with them. It was, after all, his wedding day and he had taken his vows and tied the knot with the most extraordinary woman in the world. There was no reason whatsoever not to laugh.
He turned to where Olympe stood and smiled. She looked stunning in her red dress. She had not wanted to wear white, since white 'did nothing for her figure'. Seeing as she was the one who had to wear it, he had complied with her wish. He wore a brown tuxedo with a bow tie and was all of a sudden reminded of that other time that he had worn a tuxedo. It had been over three years ago, but he remembered it as if it were yesterday: that was the day they had started dating, the day of the Yule Ball.
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He walked over to her and made a parody of a bow. "May I have this dance, Madame Hagrid?" he said.
She laughed and excused herself to her present company before placing her hand in his. "Of course."
Rubeus signalled the band that was playing and they changed their tune to the song they had first danced to. This time, he didn't need a piece of paper to tell him what to do. He had learned the steps by heart and they quick-quick-slowed over the dance floor, his heart pondered in his chest with joy. He'd never imagined that he, Rubeus Hagrid, would ever get married; yet here he was.
"Let's just say goodbye ter everyone and start on that honeymoon early," he said.
"Zat is not very nice to ze people who 'ave come 'ere, is it?" she laughed softly.
"I suppose not. But right now, I just want ter be with you."
"Me too. But I am sure you could manage another 'our. Where are we going, anyway?"
Rubeus had taken it on himself to plan their honeymoon and he had not wanted to tell Olympe were they were going. But since they were to leave in a couple of hours, he couldn't keep it a secret anymore.
"Norway," he said proudly and judging by the look on her face, he'd done a good job picking a destination. "We'll be doin' a bit of travellin'," he added. "See the fjords and such. It's supposed ter be wonderful this time o' year."
"I can't wait to see it for myself," Olympe smiled and kissed him.
Rubeus glowed. Yep, he definitely was the luckiest man in the world to have found a woman like Olympe.