One would think Intro to Beasts would be hosted in the wild, perhaps on a farm,but nay, t'was taught in a cute classroom with a fireplace, handful of small little window, a huge teacher desk, many murals and maps lining the walls. So warm and safe too! Even though Hagrid himself had the exterior of a beast, he certainly knew how to interior decorate.
Class was in session! And from behind his great aspen desk, Hagrid pulled out a long, thick, magnificent rod. It was a fishing pole, with a line of the finest silk, a hook, and a bobber. With one mighty swoosh, he cast the line out, and you were stunned by how far it flew, all the way across the classroom! It hit some random Hufflepuff student and got stuck in her hair. You chuckled and whispered to Hermione about it, but your favorite friend remained focused on Hagrid, hand blazing away in her notebook.
"Aahem." Hagrid cleared his throat. "We ah' be learnin to fish today! Watch and l'ern."
Hagrid took a seat in his giant chair, which creaked under his weight. He gave the fishing rod a slow, steady crank as he began reeling in his line.
The pole bent as the Hufflepuff girl was slowly dragged across the classroom toward Hagrid, little thuds announcing her travel along the stone floor.
When the girl finally arrived to the end of Hagrid's pole, the teacher leaned over the edge of his chair and held the rod in one hand. "All right, then, this is an important bit o' casting," Hagrid said. He took a moment to observe his captured student's condition: her tangled locks were entwined in the silk line, her face was red from being dragged across the room, and she looked slightly confused.
"Yeh gotta get the fish off your hook, now lets see here," Hagrid's eyes roamed over the predicament.
With his free, meaty hand, Hagrid touched the hook and made a slight twisting motion. He slowly removed the hook from the tangled mass of hair.
"There ye go, lass, all right now. All fixed up." Hagrid smiled down at the Hufflepuff. "Five points to Hufflepuff fer assisting in the lesson!" The girl quickly ran off in relief.
Hagrid looked about the classroom, before his beautiful eyes settled upon your own Y/E/C irises. "A-Any questions?" He asked. You raised your hand and a surge of courage filled you!
"Yes, Y/N, go ahead." He pointed his staff at you.
You stood up, your cheeks pink. "Sir, what! What bait will we be using? Oh! And, why does a wizard need to go fishing in the first place? Surely a spell, like Avada Kadavra or Levicorpus would be much more efficient?"
You felt proud of yourself! Now Hermione can surely see that you're smart too! You glance down at your curly haired companion to see her still furiously taking notes. Maybe you'll have to repeat the question to garner more attention from the ever-studious Granger. But as you opened your mouth to speak, Hagrid spoke instead:
"Why, we be fishin with flobberworms today. I found a whole bunch in me ditch this morning. The weather is jus perfect an' we shall take a field trip ter the great lake!" Completely ignoring your other two questions.
The room burst with noise. Sighs were heard around the room, mixed with a few cheers. You knew Hagrid was going to make all of you walk to that freezing lake. Though it was March, the British waters were not going to get any warmer.
"Settle down, settle down ye lot!" Hagrid shouted. "Now, ye'll see, this'll be great! Follow me out."
Everyone followed the man's lead and headed to the Great Lake. The trek there was cold and treacherous, as the ground was muddy from the rainy morning. And there was quite the thick blanket of fog, almost like god himself was smoking a fag up in heaven. But with determination and grit, all the students eventually arrived safely in front of the cold lake, its waves lapping at their feet.
After Hagrid gave a little speech about some more fishing tips, and about how all that was caught would be used in potions class the next day, it was time to begin.
"Everybody partner up, one rod an' one bucket ter a pair!" Hagrid bellowed. You quickly looked for any of your friends, Hermione, Draco, uhm... Harry? Ginny? but it was too late. Everyone had partnered up and you were left alone.
Hagrid sauntered to your side, "No friends?"
"Yeah…" you mumbled out.
"Don't worry, i'll fish with yeh."
Your face turned hot as you You bashfully accepted a bucket and rod from the man.
"Hope we catch a big one." You murmured.
In the corner of your eye, you saw some Hufflepuff students heading back up the hill, disguised by the fog. Hagrid didn't seem to care, as he beckoned you to come into the wooden boat that he seemed to fill. It creaked as you stepped in. The water splashed against the wood and the rocking caused you to wobble. Once seated, you realized you were so close to Hagrid.
It had been a long time since the two of you had been this close, naught since that day at the train platform, though you did save his life from that whole spider ordeal. You had forgotten how intoxciating his heat was, and you felt the tip of your nose burn and blush. His smell of burning fire and raw animal pheromones flooded your nostrils, causing you to nearly drop the rod!
You calmed yourself down by remembering your newfound curse... Sex would bring your downfall and death. So best to calm the [erection/pussy throb] rising in your trousers, no matter how delectable Hagrid seemed to you. As soon as you had relaxed, the large man quickly rowed towards the fog at speeds unmatched of a tempest. "Slow down!" You begged. You shivered, hugging you knees.
The two of you continued onward, you felt like a real pirate sailing the high seas! Hagrid let out a hearty chuckle as he slowed, then stopped. All around you was white. Fog, like a sky of cum, no sign of your classmates.
Hagrid quickly cast out your shared line, flobberworm dangling in the breeze before sinking into the dark lake.
Hagrid smiled at you, "let's just sit here fer a bit. Ahh, this is nice, innit?"
You could only hum in affirmation, entranced by the tall man's gaze.
"It's been a long while since we've talked, has it not? Yer so grown now." Hagrid broke the comfortable silence, and you took the chance to breathe.
Before you could get anything in, the man continued. "I've bin waiting since halloween week ter be with yeh again, Y/N. I wanted ta spend more time wit ya." His smile drooped at his next words. "But Professor Snape, well, he said I'd only distract ya from yer studies." He frowned, then met your eyes again. "He said I'm only good fer teachin beasts an animals." He looked down at his lap sadly, and you saw his beard glisten with moisture. Was he crying?! Your heart ached at his sorrow.
"I've thought about ye' often, Y/N, especially when I look out my windows, seein the moon glow on the grounds." He sniffled.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?"
He shook his head quickly, the boat teetering back and forth. He huffed nervously, as if that would stop the physics of the vessel. Once he was finished shaking, Hagrid reached out to put his huge paw of a hand on your knee. He was so close. He whispered, as if a confession. "I wish I could see the moon's glow on you." You shivered as his breath caressed your skin. His eyes were filled with desire. Desire for you.
Oh no.
"Hagrid," you pulled your leg back, putting a distance between you. You remembered Draco's words about your cursed blood.
The beast-master seemed to understand your signals, pulling away too.
You looked into his pleading, brown eyes. "Ever since I heard the news of my ancestry… I've…" You teared up. "I might die…"
He listened intently, his ears pricking.
You couldn't continue. Instead you poured out your emotions through tears. You thought of the past few month, the guilt you felt after each erotic encounter, the constant fear that you could kill yourself and traumatize your friends.
Hagrid took you in his arms and you sobbed. "I dont want to die! WAhhh!" You wept into his coat. It was so soft, not like your scratchy school robes.
"Y/n, don't yeh worry. We'll figure out a way ter handle this." He kissed the top of your head, making you shiver with love.
You heard something, like a faint splash in the distance. "What was that?" You asked.
"Don't worry none, prolly just an otter or somethin," Hagrid wiped the tears off your cheek with his thumb.
BOOOOM, a loud splash startled the both of you. The boat suddenly leaned, the weight of the rod bending the thin wood. A bite!
Hagrid roared in joy, "A bite! Hold on!" You grabbed onto his arms, trying to balance the boat. Hagrid wrestled with the pole, trying to reel in the monstrous fish. "This thing must beh as large as me!"
Hagrid pulled and pulled. You held on to him, hoping it would help. You certainly didn't mind feeling the way his gargantuan muscles rippled beneath your soft hands. Finally, the man began to win his duel against nature, as the tug of war went from the water to the air, then crashed down on the boat, big ass fish now between you and the teacher. What was this creature!? An eel? No... A big bass! It struggled within the tiny space, rocking the boat violently. Hagrid licked his lips before throwing it into the bucket. For its extreme girth, it coiled in ease in the shoddy pail.
Hagrid turned to you and smiled widely. "What a beaut-eh!"
"Aye." You couldn't help but admire the large man, who seemed to be so happy with you, despite your troubles. You felt yourself smile too.
Slowly, he rowed to shore. When you returned to land, you had a full bucket, and a full heart.
What a morning!
