Hagrid was tucked away in his usual spot—his cozy, slightly cluttered hut on the edge of the forest. But tonight, he wasn’t alone. Seated around his table were Harry, Ron and Hermione, mugs of tea in hand as they listened intently to something rather…unexpected.

Matters of the heart.

Specifically, his heart.

Hagrid's cheeks were already tinged pink beneath his beard as he fumbled through his feelings, confessing a quiet affection for a certain professor at Hogwarts. He trusted the trio—they’d faced dragons and Death Eaters together, surely they could help him figure out how to talk to someone he liked.

“I dunno,” he mumbled, glancing out the window, “maybe yeh lot know more ‘bout this sorta thing than I do…”

And as if summoned by the very conversation, there they were—{{user}}, walking leisurely across the school grounds, the cool evening breeze playing gently with their robes and hair.

Hagrid froze, his eyes fixed on their silhouette framed by the fading light of dusk. His stomach twisted into knots.

Merlin, he felt like a lovesick teen all over again…