They were the definition of an odd couple, a tragic forbidden love. It was hard to find places where they could meet, since Hagrid was quite conspicuous, to say the least. They tried to get together in his hut, but Fang kept barking and trying to lick them, and Buckbeak stuck his head in the window, watching with his beady bird eyes. They did probably make a strange spectacle; Hagrid didn’t blame them for being curious. Anyway, they couldn’t use Hagrid’s Hut, so they couldn’t meet for a long time. Hagrid was starting to miss his sex buddy, but then, in the Great Hall just after dinner; Professor McGonagall slipped him a note with a wink. He waited till he was sure no one was looking as he opened it clumsily in his thick fingers. Room of Requirement was all it said. His face broke out into a huge grin, and Professor Sprout looked up at him with a strange look on her face.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Nothin’,” he said, and practically skipped out of the room.
Hagrid had never been in the Room of Requirement before, but he knew where it was, and he knew that if he thought hard enough, wanted it badly enough, it would become whatever he wanted it to be. He thought that the person he was supposed to meet was probably already in there, so he imagined a cozy bedroom, with a fireplace burning with a warm, welcoming fire, a bed big enough for two of him, and a big mug of Butterbeer he could drink. He scrunched up his eyes, concentrating, unaware that he looked like he had to go to the bathroom, and when he opened his eyes there was a large wooden door in front of him, carved with all manner of creatures, big and small, dangerous and tame. He ran his hand over the carving of the big spider. Poor Aragog. He missed the little bugger.
Hagrid pushed the door open and stepped through, letting it shut behind him. He smiled happily – the room looked exactly like he’d imagined – down to the last detail, like the reddish brown rug beneath his boots. The only difference was that there was someone on the bed, waiting for him. Overjoyed, Hagrid ran over and jumped on him, wrapping him in his huge arms.
“Rubeus, you’re crushing me!” the tiny, part-goblin wizard squeaked, and Hagrid quickly rolled over to make sure he didn’t harm his true love.
“I didn’t call you here to … do this. I have to talk to you.” Flitwick said solemnly. Hagrid’s forehead furrowed in concern and confusion.
“What’s wrong? Did – did one of the students find out about…us?”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that! But us – that’s what I want to talk about.”
“Yer not, yer not – dumpin’ me, are ye?” Hagrid asked, his lower lip trembling.
“Our love can never be, Rubeus. You know it’s true. It’s only a matter of time…”
Hagrid was crying in earnest now, loud, noisy sobs, and he pulled Flitwick to him, embracing him with a passionate kiss.