Author's Note: This was written shortly after the fifth movie release. Someone in my midnight at the movies group commented, "Well, that would be an odd ship." so I wrote it. It's not really a ship, just a moment in time. I like doing those.
Hagrid wants us to take care of him, so I will. Harry's apparently got better things to do, and Ron, well. For some reason, Grawp doesn't like Ron. As brave of a face Ron wants to put on, I can tell Ron's scared of Grawp – I can tell a lot of things about Ron.
It's sunny today, and I wish Grawp could see the hills shining, instead of whatever light decides to filter through the leaves of the trees.
"Hermy-mine!" the big dear oaf booms.
"Hello, Grawp," I reach up to pat his thumb, bigger than my own hand.
His goofy smile reveals all his greenish teeth, but he has no shame for them. I smile back.
"How are you Grawp?" I carry on, even though all I know I'll get in response would be babbled in his hard, rocky language.
He dances around in the clearing, shaking the ground, and I fall over.
"Grawp!"
He stops suddenly, his arms and one leg in the air, to see if I'm alright. His eyes are big in puzzlement, and his mouth is open in contemplation.
"Hermy?"
"I'm fine," I sputter, brushing some leaves out of this tangled mess of hair that I'm cursed with. Honestly, sometimes it does bother me, though most days I could care less.
Grawp lowers his arms, and does a double take on his environment. "Hermy, p-p-play?"
He's learning words slowly, but that's half the fun I like about him. Sometimes, when he's stopped babbling, I do my own talking. I tell him stories, play with his collection of rubbish-treasures, and sometimes I tell him about things that are bothering me – not that he understands, but that it can be aired, if you follow.
I've read up on giants, of course. They can be intelligent – I think one or two have become powerful wizards in their own rights. I can't recall whom at the moment. But to grow so large takes time, and this causes them to mature slowly as well. I don't know how old Grawp is, but he certainly is a child at heart. That's why he needs me, I guess. A maternal influence.
Grawp startles me with his newest acquisition – a torn teddy bear. "Hermy."
I sigh and look up at his big quaffle-sized eyes. "Luffy-Hermy."
That makes me smile. "I love you too, Grawp."
End Note: I hope I wrenched the sap outta you.. Meh, probably not. Merry Christams, anyway...
xoxo- Rose