Prologue (Sort of?)
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,,Is everything all right my friend?”
,,Oh, professor! It´s you.” He looked down on his hands. ,,Yes of course, everything´s fine.”
,,You sure?”
Hagrid turned his red face away from him.
,,All right, if you say so” Dumbledore smirked.
,,Mind if I join you?”
,,Hmm? Oh, no, of course not! By all means!” Said Hagrid absentmindedly, gesturing to the place next to him.
Older man comfortably seated himself, correcting his robes, arranging them with played interest while humming to himself a old, muffled tune. He looked up at night sky and sighed.
,,Beautifull evening. Isn´t it?”
Hagrid only nodded. He wasn´t in the mood to talk about anything, there was too much on his mind right now. Debating between sleep or burying himself in the deepest depths of the forest, he folded himself on the small bench, dipping his face into the palms of his hands.
,That woman is unbelievable! How can she be so….so…,
Dumbledore watched him with blank face, thinking how curious it is that such a big person can make himself seem so small. He looked pitiful, poor fella. He just patted him soothingly on his bent back.
,,You know, you could just say something to her if you don´t like her attention.”
Hagrid lifted his head and looked at his friend.
,,That´s the thing. I don´t dislike it.”
,,Then why the long face?”
,,Because it isn´t real.”
,,How do you know? Did you ask her?”
,,No” Said Hagrid quietly.
,,Then?”
,,She doesn´t mean it seriously. She is just playing.”
,,You seem to be sure about that.”
,,Because I am!” Big man snapped, but then he withdrawn back to his hunched misery.
,,Why though?”
,,Professor, do you really think that person like me could be attractive to the beauty like her?”
,,Yes, I think it´s possible.”
,,Then forgive me, with all due respect, but you are a naïve man professor.”
Dumbledore smiled, amused on the hard headedness of his gatekeeper and casually scratched his nose.
,He is as stubborn as her., Thought the old man, but he kept it to himself and instead offered something constructive.
,,Look, if she crosses the line again, just tell her. I am sure she will understand.” He tried to reason.
,,But what if she won´t talk to me again?”
,,That is very unlikely my friend.”
,,I don´t know what to say!” Hagrid threw a frustrated hand midair, letting It land on his thigh with a quiet slap.
,,Try to speak your mind. If you really think she is playing with you, and you still want to remain friends, she needs to know. She needs to know her actions are hurting you!” Headmaster fell silent for a moment.
,,And who knows? Maybe she will surprise you.” He added.
,,Don´t give me false hope professor.”
,,Better than no hope at all.”
They were quiet, watching the moon slowly swimming upon the night sky in its own serenity. Dumbledore sneaked curious eye at his companion. He was thinking, discussing something within himself, but then he said.
,,Why do I need to tell he? Can´t she see it herself that she is torturing me?”
,,Obviously not.”
,,Then she is obviously blind!”
,,I think she is not the only blind one here.” Replied Dumbledore with a chuckle and stood up, stretching his legs.
,,What´s that supposed to mean?”
,,Oh nothing. “ Headmaster waved his hand. ,,Just talk to her and when you are at it don´t forget to listen dear friend.”
Hagrid nodded, thinking it weird what headmaster just said but he took his advice nevertheless.
,,Thanks professor. Have a nice evening.”
Dumbledore watched him for a moment, spiraling down the overthinking hole again.
,Oh lad.., He smiled softly at the thought and instead of leaving he put a reassuring hand on Hagrid´s shoulder.
,,Don´t worry. I am sure it will be all right.”
Hagrid nodded quietly.
,,If anything, feel free to stop by…..I will be around.” Said headmaster with a smirk.
,,You sure you want to hear more about this fools miserable love life?” Hagrid lifted his eyes to the Dumbledore, pointing at himself.
,,Oh, I wouldn´t miss it for the world!” Said the old man and with casual manner strolled back to the school.
,Now. Where did I put that damn thing?, He thought when he closed the door to his office.
Hagrid sat at the bench a long time after the headmaster had left. Memories of her were swirling around in his head and he was becoming more and more frustrated, either with her and himself.
,,This is pointless.” He mumbled to himself and walked back to his hut, preparing for the long, long evening of fighting back his fantasizing, although he knew that in the end he will give in. He always did.