Disclaimer: Pur-lease. Don’t I
Disclaimer II: This whole “strictly
dialogue” form of writing was first seen on the Sugar Quill by Katinka! So
thanks a million to her for letting me borrow her brain. But the plot’s mine.
“Well, I still don’t see why I have to go, I mean, I’ve
never even seen it---”
“He’s not an it, and he has a name.”
Snort. “If you can call it a name. Grawp? What is that? Some sort of
affectionate giant name? And why do we have to go see him anyway? Why can’t
Hagrid? He’ll probably understand it, we won’t even be able to get a word it’s
“Hagrid’s busy. I think he’s joined
the Order, and besides, we agreed to this last year, remember?”
“No, you and Harry agreed to it. I had nothing to do with
“Oh, jeez, can you really be that
selfish?! Harry has just been through so much, his godfather’s dead, he’s
barely escaped death for the sixth time in six consecutive years, he’s just
seen his parents’ murderer flee before Dumbledore could kill him, and for
goodness’ sake, he’s almost dead himself---”
“Alright, alright, you’ve
made me feel bad now, are you happy?”
Silence. “A bit.”
Another silence, with the occasional snap of a twig.
“Okay, we’re almost there…Oh, cheer
up, I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
“Well, I can think of plenty of other things I’d
want to be doing if I were spending my time with you.” Nudge.
Rolling of eyes. “Yes, here he is now.
An enormous snore.
“Grawp? Grawpy, are you awake?”
Snort, mumble, snore.
“Obviously. Grawp? It’s
us, we’re here to keep you company like Hagr---Hagger wanted us to!”
“Great. Thanks for dragging me
here, I’m leaving.”
“No, just---hey, wait for me!”
“Well, I can’t run that fast, your
legs are really long, you know!”
“Yes, I was quite aware of that.”
Pause. “What? No, I meant---”
“I know what you meant.”
“Oh, come off it! You can’t
“So now you’re telling me what I can
and can’t do? Figures.”
Crackling of dead leaves and faint panting. “ I can’t
believe you’re doing this.”
“’Course, it’s always my fault,
“Oh, my God! Look, hey---stop.”
A soft bumping sound. “I’m sorry.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. You never did
anything. It’s always me---”
“Cut it out. I’m sorry if I
offended you, you’ve got wonderful legs.”
Slight pause. “Thanks.”
“We’ve got to stop arguing like
this. Remember last year, remember how Harry blew up at us?”
“Well, he was right. These stupid
rows over nothing are absurd. We’re getting older, we’ve got to start
maturing! …Of course…some of us…are already maturing, aren’t we?” Sly grin.
Long quiet. “I guess that’s where the long
legs come in.”
“I love your long legs.”
Second, breathy silence.
Snicker. “And I love you when you blush.”
Sharp intake of breath and hesitation. “I…I love you, too.”
gasp. “Oh…I lo---”
Muffled words; long “silence”.
“I know, Hermione, I know.”