Giant love
The year is 1995, our tale begins in a wizard tent occupied by Rubeus and Olympe.
Hagrid chuckled. "Don' do tha't, Ol. It tickles."
Olympe smiled. "Ah, but ze art of love is very ticklish, is it not?"
Hagrid playfully swatted her hands away from his beard and said, "I would say that the art of love is more romantic than ticklish."
Olympe sighed. "As always my 'airy friend, you are right. Ze art of love is very romantic as you so kindly put it."
Hagrid replied, "Besides, we should be more focused on our task that Professor Dumbledore gave us."
Olympe smirked. "But, he won't know if we 'ave a little fun on the way, will 'e?"
Hagrid muttered, "I suppose no', but we should complete our task b-b-before we d-do the dirty business."
Olympe smiled. "Ah, but ze business is not dirty, my 'airy friend. It is the most romantic thing in ze world."
Hagrid's face turned scarlet and he stuttered, "W-We should get going before the sun rises."
Olympe put her hand on his to stop him leaving the tent and told him, "We've been on our mission for a full day. We deserve a rest, do we not?"
Hagrid sighed. "I suppose so."
Olympe snuggled into him and assured him, "We shall continue our mission tomorrow."
Hagrid smiled. "Ah alrigh' then, but only because you, my gian' friend, are very persuasive."
Olympe smirked. "I 'ave been told that many times before."
Hagrid whispered, "Where have yeh bin all ma life, Olympe Maxime?"
Olympe chuckled. "Ze best wizarding school in France, Beauxbaton's, of course."
Hagrid admitted for the first time, "I love yeh."
Olympe simply smiled. "I know."