Olympe/Rubeus Oneshots

Our story begins during the Yule Ball.

Hagrid stuttered, "W-Would yeh like teh dance with meh, Ol?"

Maxime beamed, "Of course, my 'airy friend."

Hagrid took her hand and led her in a somewhat clumsy dance around the room.

Hagrid muttered, "Sorry that I'm no very good."

Maxime said, "Zere is no need to apologise. Zis is ze best dance I've 'ad in a very long time."

Hagrid smirked. "So, none of yer fancy French men dance as good as meh?"

Maxime smiled. "Exactly, my 'airy friend."

Hagrid chuckled. "Now, that is funny."