Not So Different From Humans

He discreetly looks at the woman sitting in a high chair tapping the pack of cards in her lap. She was mesmerizing to him. Part of it might be the reason because she was like him, a half-breed, a half-giant. The magical community was not the kindest when it came to half-breeds. So, it didn't come as a surprise when she refused to accept that she was a half-giant. But it did came as a surprise when she refused to be with him because he was a half-giant.

Hagrid would accept that it was not a spectacular idea to proclaim his love for Madam Maxime, while they were near a nest of Giants alone. But he had not thought about she denying.

So here they were in a magical tent, an awkward air surrounding them.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he did not see her come and stand behind him. He turned and bang! They crashed into each other.

Both of them being rather large gave a horrible impact on the ground. Which in turn had a painful impact on them.

"Oops, sorry." Madam Maxime said, in her thick French accent.

"Sorry. Wasn' lookin' where I was going." Hagrid said.

"I wanted to tell you about ze plans for tomorrow. We need to convince the Giants before the Death Eaters do." She said looking at him whilst Hagrid tried to look at anything but her.

Maxime told him about her drawn out plans for convincing the listened attentively without commenting had not much to say as his mind went back to the morning when he proclaimed his love for her. It was a perfect setting, with breakfast in bed.

French omelette and English bacon, but maybe his cooking was not the most admirable traits.

He had almost thought she liked him when she laughed at his accidents with his creatures. He remembered how impressed she looked when he told him the tale of Fluffy. But she wanted to be just friends.

Was all the interest just a way to get information about Tri-Wizard tournament? He couldn't help but wonder.

With plans made for next day, they went to bed with thr thoughts of a big day ahead. Hagrid knew if he didn't convince the giants, Death Eaters surely would and that will not be good.

With a heavy sigh, he again relived the moments with Madam Maxime. Tomorrow would be the last day of their trip no matter what the result would be. Madam Maxime had to take care of Beauxbatons, while Hagrid had to return to Hogwarts, his home. He was not looking forward to the prospect, having read the vague news about Madam Umbridge and her Decrees which were ruining Hogwarts and it's lovable atmosphere.

Try as he might sleep evaded him, looking at the stars from the window flap he whispered a sweet dreams to his broken heart...

Half-giants have a tough skin and a rough life. And a heart-ache, well that was not much different from humans, was it?