R&R continued

Chapter 24

(Might cut)

Draco smiled with amusement as his son lay on the play mat. Wrapped tightly in a onesie and knitted jumper. His little baby, small and tiny, little fists, little feet and a really big head.

“My son is adorable” Draco said wryly. “Although I’m concerned that’s mostly Harry’s side and I’ve become too used to it.”

“Draco he’s barely a month old” Hannah chuckled. “Enjoy the novelty. How’s your chest?”

“Sore. But I’m managing” Draco admitted. “I got given a bunch of cream and my mother has been telling my all these traditional remedies.”

Hannah chuckled, “It’s more annoying that they hurt, I do like the size upgrade.”

Draco chuckled, “Yes. Harry loves my birthing hips. And my man breasts” Draco grimaced.

“Be proud of your Man tits. I’m sure James appreciates them.”

“James doesn’t know better, He tried to latch onto Harry’s” Draco commented grinning.

“Really?” Hannah laughed.

“Really” Draco said. “This is going to sound unorthodox, but do you feel…deflated since you gave birth. I keep feeling this loose skin that my belly now has. I just hate it, all I think about how much better it felt when I was pregnant?”

“I hate it. I’ve been drinking a (gallon) of milk a day. Put on a whole stone since giving birth. Everyone keeps asking if I’m going to loose my baby weight.”

“Everyone’s too scared of me to ask that. And Harry forbade it” Draco said wryly.

“Harry forbade you from loosing your baby weight.”

“He’s really…really struggling without sex, and I won’t lie I miss his…” Draco stopped looked at his son. “You know, because honestly it’s addictive. But I’m also enjoying watching him suffer.”

Hannah grinned. “What did he do?”

“He gagged at the sight of my arse, and threw up. And then wouldn’t look at me until the nurse positioned him out of sight” Draco huffed. “Plus he was seemingly convinced I would die for some absurd reason.”

“Neville fainted” Hannah said. “Some guys are just squeamish. And Harry has enough baggage to fill this house and then some.”

“We both do, but I didn’t think he was obsessing over my death. He works as an Auror for Merlin’s sake” Draco sighed gripping the bridge of his nose. “Merlin I need sex.”

“Do you want my honest opinion. Or the best friend advice” Hannah said wryly.

“Both” Draco said.

“You need to get laid. Badly. And Harry is scared every big thing in his life has gone wrong. And pregnancy is risky, it can and could kill us. But we do it anyway. Harry of all people knows how not invincible people are.”

“You’re right on both fronts, I think Potter would have been far more sensible if he’d had you in his gang” Draco commented.

“Oh he’d have ignored me” Hannah said wryly. “Are you hungry?”

“Maddeningly so” Draco agreed. “Ice cream.”

“We are so lucky our husbands like that we’re fat” Hannah smiled.

Draco waved his wand and summoned up two containers of ice cream and spoons. “Speak for yourself I’m pleasingly plump.” Draco said gesturing to his body.

“And I’m a Big Beautiful Woman” Hannah agreed and they toasted the containers of ice cream.

“You know our quiet little parents group is going to double.”

“Oh I know. We’re still having us days” Draco said firmly. “I worry James is lonely. I wish I had twins…”

“No you don’t” Hannah warned.

“They’re peaceful.”

“No. Now they’re peaceful” Hannah pointed out. “Getting them to sleep is a whole other story.”

“Ah. James sleeps like a log. Although Harry gets him down better” Draco commented. “Apparently it’s to do with milk.”

“Oh. Who was it? Hermione…no it was Augusta, Apparently when you express milk, she highly recommend noting if it was AM or PM. As apparently it’s different or at least she said it was.”

“Really?” Hannah said curiously.

“But it might be one of those old wives tales” Draco offered as he dug into the ice cream.

“I’ll try it” Hannah admitted. “I will try anything” she said pointing to Draco with a full spoon. “Also they keep setting each other off. It’s very annoying.”

“It’s bad I’m counting down the days until we can be intimate again” Draco huffed.

“Welcome to the club” Hannah said sighing.

There was an audible womph,

“Are there are our wonderful wives” Neville grinned as he heaved himself up.

Harry was behind him seconds later.

“We’re staying for dinner” Hannah said as Neville embraced her and kissed her gently.

“Alright” Neville smiled. “Now my beautiful babies” Neville groaned as he scooped up his two children.

“Hello. Did you manage?” Draco smiled.

“A few hours. They said I definitely should be at home” Harry said wryly. “How’s my son?”

“Charming” Draco smiled.

“Hi Bubba” Harry smiled as he scooped James up. “Have you been a good boy. Hi. Hi” Harry beamed cuddling him against his chest. “Hermione is having a boy, Percy told me.”

“Really? That’s nice” Draco smiled.

“You don’t care do you?” Harry grinned.

“I’m just Indifferent. James will grow up having play dates no matter what the gender” Draco admitted. “And the way Percy talks, Hermione’s going to be a home maker.”

“What are you?” Harry pointed out.

“Different. I’m rich enough that can I hire a house elf. Actually given how fat Hermione is maybe that could be our baby shower gift.”

“She would genuinely kill me if we did that” Harry laughed. “And that does not mean we should do it.”

“No fun” Draco huffed smiling.

❧

Harry placed the muggle device on the coffee table. Draco still had yet to understand how it managed to project the noises from the other room.

“I don’t see why we don’t use a super sensory charm.”

Harry thumped down beside Draco on the couch, “Baby monitor is more reliable. Especially when we’re tired. Harry’s hand patted Draco’s deflated soft stomach.

Draco farted audibly. His cheeks flushing fiercely.

“Was that?” Harry chuckled.

“It was nothing.”

“Your gassy” Harry teased. “Is that what you do. Eat all day?”

“Harry James Malfoy-Potter. I do not eat all day” Draco huffed. He was going to sleep in a guest room just to spite him now.

“You’re getting fat. You were already chubby, but you’re becoming a pig. You like it.”

Draco scowled at Harry, eyes narrowing. He refused to give his greedy husband the satisfaction. He was saved a snarky retort when a familiar babies cry came through the baby monitor. Draco lifted it up and handed it to Harry. “You can check him.”

Harry rolled his eyes and heaved himself off the couch. Squeezing Draco’s thigh before he left. “I’ll be back porky.”

“You are sleeping on the couch” Draco retorted.

Twenty minutes later Harry walked in, “He’s asleep again. I’m pretty sure he’s an attention seeker like you.”

“Oh how droll” Draco said rolling his eyes.

“Brought you a snack. Figured you’d probably need to refill your chest again.” Harry held up the container of ice cream and a spoon.

“Potter, for about the fiftieth time. That’s not how chest feeding works” Draco tutted.

“So you don’t want this? Okay. I’ll eat it.”

“I didn’t say that” Draco said reaching out.

“You can have it, if you admit you’re a pig. A greedy pig” Harry teased with a devilish smile.

“Then I don’t want it” Draco said straightening. Trying to remain composed as he licked his lips.

Harry sat down with a grunt, his belly jiggling. He popped off the lid and shoved a spoon in. “More for me.”

Draco watched his eye twitching as Harry took large savouring spoonfuls of ice cream. Swallowing it in large heaving bites. “Potter” Draco growled.

“Yes Porky?” Harry said with a proud smile.

Draco smile fell, “nothing.”

“Okay” Harry smiled as he swallowed another mouthful. “Oh this is good” he said rubbing his belly. Kneeding it.

Draco huffed and turned his whole body away from Harry. “Why? Are you torturing me. You know we can’t have sex.”

Harry stopped and turned towards Draco, “Draco. Why do you think we can’t have sex?”

“The healer said I had to wait six bloody weeks. Which frankly is ridiculous, I have needs.”

“Draco…” Harry said lips twitching into an irritating smile. “You know there are other things we can do?”

“Oh hardly” Draco scoffed.

Harry handed the ice cream to Draco, “You eat porky and I’ll show you some pleasure.”

“Please stop calling me porky” Draco huffed.

“Okay” Harry chuckled and kissed Draco gently. He watched as Draco scowled until he shoved a mouthful of ice cream in. His face softened and he chewed greedily. “Indulge yourself.”

“Mhmmm” Draco moaned savouring the ice cream.

Harry smiled and reached down and began to rub Draco’s crotch. His fingers undoing the straining button on Draco’s trousers. Trousers Harry could tell that he was wearing until they broke out of pride.

Draco moaned in relief, and Harry let his hand slide down Draco’s underwear. His fingers gentle against the soft loose skin, that had been far more swollen with James. Draco still hadn’t decided if he liked it or not. His mother had pointed out there were beauty procedures, a simple spell to tighten it back up.

Draco focused on the ice cream and scooped another spoonful. As he felt Harry’s hand tighten around his cock, firmly (jacking) it up and down in a rhythmic motion. “Foreplay?” Draco asked swallowing.

“Mhmm no, I’m going to make you cum. Because you need that” Harry said with that devilish smirk that made his knees weak.

“I want your cock inside me again Harry” Draco whined.

Harry leaned in his plump face pressing against his. Draco could feel Harry sweating. “I know. But you’re so pent up. So I want you to cum for me.”

Draco felt his face become warm and saw Harry was roughly tugging on his own shaft with his other hand. “You shouldn’t…we can have sex soon you should save it.”

“Draco…I won’t run out” Harry chuckled. “You eat, while I make you cum.” Harry leaned in and kissed Draco firmly. “Trust me.”

“Eat?”

“I want you fat. Fat greedy piggy. Heavy…obese…so yes. Eat. Indulge. Ruin yourself for me” Harry grunted puffing firmly. His eyes leering at Draco.

Draco nodded, his cheeks flushing red. His cock achingly hard, Draco grabbed the ice cream and with a flick of his wand he melted it. Draco lifted the container to his lips and began to chug it closing his eyes.

Feeling nothing but the firm tug on his cock, and Harry’s horny heavy breaths. He groaned as he swallowed the ice cream. His stomach bloating up.

“That’s right, swallow it all. You’re going to do this every day” Harry puffed. “I need you to grow. I need..”

“You need us fat” Draco puffed.

“I need you obese” Harry groaned pressing in closer, his weight against Draco.

“Urrrpppp” Draco belched.

“Oh fuck…yeah belch again..” Harry grunted his breathing more desperate and needy.

Draco wasn’t quite sure if he could. But then Harry began to roughly jiggle Draco’s belly. And sure enough “Urrrrrppp” Draco belched.

“Hngh…ohhh..” Harry grunted and Draco felt him cum over Draco’s belly.

Harry collapsed against the couch his other hand still rubbing against Draco. “Close?”

“A little” Draco nodded.

Harry tugged harder, his staggered breathing pushing Draco to the edge as he imagined how fat Harry would inevitably become.

Draco came and the thick load came in spurts.

“How. puff was wheeze that?”

“Good. But I prefer you inside me” Draco said pressing into Harry. Needing his sweat all over him.

“Won’t be long…” Harry said fondly. “Only a month to go.”

“That’s far too long” Draco huffed.

“If your desperate you could fuck me?” Harry pointed out wryly.

“Merlin no. The last thing you need is getting pregnant. Weasley is bad enough.”

“Ron’s cute pregnant” Harry chuckled, “and we have a beautiful two week old baby, and all you can think about is having another?”

“Yes” Draco blushed pressing in, “Please. I want to be full again.”

Harry hugged him tightly, but didn’t answer. “For now we should nap while we can…”

“I suppose you’re right” Draco huffed. Annoyed that Harry changed topics. “Let’s go to bed.”

❧

Draco huffed as he walked barefoot around the kitchen. His shirt undone his large nipples and swollen chest on display.

“Jamie. I know you’re hungry. Go on” Draco cooed as he encouraged his almost six week old to latch on.

“Must you do that” Pansy visibly recoiled as she sat at the kitchen counter. “All that..” she gestured to Draco’s stomach with sagging loose skin and chest. “Is practically nauseating.”

“I had a baby. It’s part of life. This will be you one day.”

“Draco you’ve had Potter’s baby. Now you can dump him, and get that all fixed up and you can be fun again” Pansy said firmly.

“You think I’m going to leave Harry?” Draco glared.

“He’s fat. It’s disgusting. Men ought to be the peak of physical fitness. Not jiggling like some sort of dessert.”

Draco turned away and rolled his eyes. Smiling at his son, steadily growing like all babies did. His perfect boy. “Pansy. I’m beginning to see why you’re painfully single.”

“My American boyfriend suggests otherwise.”

“Uh huh. You know I’ve seen him more than you have. He’s getting a bit of a tummy. Plumping up…all those beers and carbs..” Draco said amused. “You dumped him didn’t you.”

“Fine I dumped him. But you know I can’t stand that, he was perfect and then Potter and Theo got their hands on him” Pansy sneered. “I thought Blaise and I were the last sensible ones. But even that’s not true.”

“Really?” Draco chuckled.

“He’s chubbing up, dating that (girl). He blew me off to have dinner with her.”

“Pansy, we don’t want to spend our lives drinking and clubbing” Draco pointed out.

“Why not. Your twenty three” Pansy said rolling her eyes.

“Pansy. I’m happy married to Harry, so much so. That the moment next Thursday, which is the six week anniversary of my baby boy. I’m going to ride my husband until I’m pregnant again” Draco said effortlessly guiding his tone through his emotions.

Pansy gaped at him, “You are willingly sleeping with Potter, he’s become a pig.”

“He’s my pig” Draco smiled delighted, “and I’ve put a lot of work in.” He squatted with precision and opened the oven door checking on the roast, as he shielded Jamie.

“Draco, darling you could do better. While I have forgiven you for going into labour during the baby shower I put on. I do think you need to be with anyone else” Pansy said gently.

“Pansy. I’m not leaving Harry. Drop it” Draco warned.

“I was merely suggesting it” Pansy said offering an innocent surrender.

“Well don’t, I’m happy with Harry. You might not see it. But I am” Draco smiled at Jamie. “I have a son, and a husband who loves me unconditionally. Those are things I’d never thought I’d have.” Jamie stopped suckling, and Draco grabbed a towel from the counter and draped it over his shoulder. He gently moved Jamie into a position to burp him patting his back firmly.

“I’ll drop it, but have some self respect and do stop letting yourself go.”

“You sound like my mother” Draco grimaced.

“She’s right. You ought to keep yourself looking perfect. You don’t want Harry to stray.”

Draco rolled his eyes, it was the same nonsense his mother had said. If there was anyone who was deeply unlikely to stray it was Harry. There was a knock on the kitchen door behind him. Draco turned and saw his solicitor standing with an awkward look.

“Sorry for Interrupting Mr Malfoy-Potter. Your front door was open. I just have some forms I need signing.”

“Oh of course Toby, and you are more than welcome to call me Draco. I assume Harry’s already signed them?” Draco asked.

“Yes, he stopped by the office earlier this morning and signed them” Toby offered as he opened the folder and lay the pages out.

Draco continued to pat Jamie as he rummaged around for a quill. “I have a quill somewhere..”

“I have a self inking quill if you need” Toby said handing Draco a quill.

“Thankyou. Pansy can you take Jamie for a moment” Draco asked.

“If he’s going to throw up. No” Pansy said brusquely.

“I can hold him?” Toby said with a reassuring smile.

“Could you?” Draco said grateful. He carefully lay the towel over Toby’s shoulder, as he handed Jamie over.

“Now just sign where I’ve indicated.”

“Splendid” Draco said as he began to flip through the documents and sign each one.

“Look anyway” Pansy began looking over the solicitor. “I just think you shouldn’t rush into anything. At least until the newlywed sheen wears off.”

“Pansy, Harry and I are fine. Unconventional but fine. I know he doesn’t fit your standards. But I’m Happy.”

“My standards, if he were my husband he’d be on a diet. Rather than enabling his gluttony at every opportunity” Pansy said with disgust.

“I think everyone is grateful of that” Draco said calmly. “Especially as he’s unable to diet, he may as well embrace it.”

“Unable to diet?” Toby asked.

“Potter has no self control” Pansy scoffed. “Pig” she whispered disgusted.

Draco ignored her, “Blood curse, it doesn’t matter really. He’s quite happy. We’re happy.”

“Well I need to go, but please do divorce Harry” Pansy said as she swept around the table grabbed Draco and kissed his cheek. “You’re starting to look far. There’s still time to fix that.”

“Goodbye Pansy” Draco said stiffly.

“Goodbye my little nephew” Pansy said smiling at Jamie. But noticeably not touching him.

“Sorry about her” Draco sighed. “Well think that’s everything” he smiled. “I assume that’s everything you need.”

“That’s everything” Toby smiled as he took the folder of files. “Thankyou Draco. You don’t mind if I use your floo?”

“Not at all” Draco smiled, as he took Jamie back. “Now I think it’s time for your nap Jamie. You always sleep better on a full tummy” Draco said amused.

❧

“Mhmm. That smells delicious” Harry grinned as he walked into the kitchen. “You look like you had a long day.”

Draco frowned, “Are you saying I look tired?”

“No” Harry said wryly, as he approached and wrapped his arms around Draco. “Just that you look like you’re in need of a long bath and a foot massage.”

Draco sighed and leaned his head back, “Both would be wonderful. And yes it was a long day. Pansy came over.”

“Ah. Still trying to convince you to leave me” Harry grinned kissing Draco’s neck.

“Mhmmm..” Draco moaned. “She said I’m getting fat too.”

“Oh no. She said you were getting fat? I’ll have to fix that” Harry said as he turned Draco around pulling him in and kissing him firmly.

“Fix it?” Draco said trying to stop rather Harry’s enthusiastic kisses.

“I don’t like the word getting” Harry said with a cocky smirk,

Draco groaned, “You are exhausting Potter.”

“And yet you’re still here.”

“Stockholm Syndrome” Draco offered dryly.

Harry chuckled and kissed Draco, his thumbs pressing into the sides of his belly. “You didn’t spend all day doing this?”

“It gave me a distraction from Pansy, oh and solicitor came around with the paperwork to sign.”

“Solicitor?” Harry stopped his attention, and looked at Draco confused.

“Yes. Toby, our solicitor he said you’d been into the office and signed papers, and you just needed my co-signature.”

“Draco. Toby isn’t our solicitor, he quit. A month or so ago” Harry said slowly. “What paperwork did you sign.”

Draco felt a panic rising slowly up inside him, “I don’t..I didn’t look at it carefully” Draco stammered. “You didn’t tell me that? He was here, Merlin he held Jamie..”

“Hey. Hey relax. It’s okay. Okay. I’ll make some adjustments to the floo network and the wards, and we’ll keep an eye on things.”

“But those papers, they could be for anything. My Bank accounts. This house… Merlin..” Draco felt sick he grabbed the counter his knuckles white as he took slow unsteady breaths.

“It’s okay. Breath..” Harry said gently.

Draco turned to Harry, silent tears running slowly down his cheeks. “I wanted to make a baby today.”

“I know” Harry nodded, “We have all the time in the world for that. Okay?”

Draco nodded as he carefully wiped the tears away. Draco just closed his eyes, he let out a weak whimper. Hating himself, how he couldn’t help but screw his life up unknowingly. “Why do I cry all the time” he hissed to himself.

“Hormones” Harry said wryly. “Tomorrow we’ll speak to Gringotts. We’ll figure it out.”

Draco looked stricken, “Of course.”

“Come on. You cooked dinner and I’m not going to say not to your meal.”

A paltry smile appeared on his face. “Thankyou.”

Chapter 25

Harry and Draco sat opposite a goblin, who was genuinely sweating. As the drips ran from his hairline over his wrinkled forehead. Harry’s hand was resting on Draco’s leg gently. Jamie being cradled comfortably in Draco’s arms.

“So let me get this straight. You allowed an individual to clear out the Malfoy Vault, without even considering to check with us for clarification” Harry said with a patient smile.

“….He had the correct paperwork” The Goblin said shifting.

“Except Draco signed it, and mine was forged. So he didn’t have accurate paperwork now did he?” Harry said questioning.

“So how exactly are you planning to fix this?” Draco said calmly. “Given this security breach.”

The Goblin Huffed, and squirmed. “Well it’s our gold anyway. You should have been more careful with it.”

Harry leaned back comfortably in the chair he smiled with a firm smile. “Really? Then I think Draco and I will be going. We’ll be back this afternoon. I expect we’ll see your manager.”

Harry and Draco stood and share a knowing confident smile. Before walking out of the office. The goblin didn’t look remotely comforted. With a shaky hand the goblin pressed a button on a speaker. “They left… and they were smiling.”

“Smiling? Oh no.”

❧

The doors to the atrium of Gringotts opened, a series of workman carrying in stacks of wood.

“Just in the centre here” Harry said gesturing.

A goblin hopped down from behind a desk. “What is this!” He barked annoyed.

Harry turned and smiled, and the angry look on the goblin faulted. “This? I’m just retuning what’s yours. Goblin made yes?”

The Goblin looked nervously at his colleagues behind desks, all of whom had now stopped. “Yes..”

“Well I thought I would return this timber flooring. You seem to think you can give away my fortune and act like there won’t be any consequences for you” Harry said calmly.

“SECUR….” The Goblin yelled as his mouth suddenly closed.

“I don’t think so” Draco said calmly. “You seem to have misunderstood us. This is fine timber flooring, hundreds of years old. It did used to belong in the dining room of Malfoy Manor. But it’s now your property, so we thought we’d return it. As a show of respect” Draco smirked.

The wizards had stopped now and were staring in curiosity.

Harry carefully pulled out a white glove and flipped over the timber. A dark stain, once red and now darker. Was marked against it. “Voldermort did quite the number on your late colleagues. We are far more magnanimous. You will return what were owed. Or I will personally shut down this bank.”

“There was muttering from the wizards around.”

“I am well aware that you allowed the Malfoy Vault to be cleared on the basis of your own petty anger at my family” Harry said firmly.

There were gasps in shock, Harry smiled. Calling the Malfoy’s family certainly would be clear.

“As such. I would like to remove all the funds from the Potter Vault, The Black Vault.”

“And The Lestrange Vault” Draco said calmly.

“You understand we don’t trust you to keep it secure. There are vaults now waiting in France, ready to take the contents.”

Draco waved his wand and summoned up two plush chairs. “We’ll just wait here. Take your time.”

❧

“Harry” Kingsley said with a sigh.

“Yes Minister?” Harry said looking up at him with a playful grin.

“I was having a good day.”

“We are sorry” Draco commented sipping.

“No you’re not” Kingsley said shaking his head.

“No we aren’t” Harry agreed.

“I’ve been trying to calm down the head of the bank who’s barricaded himself in his office” Kingsley said summoning up a chair.

“We have wood he could borrow” Draco muttered quietly.

“That might have been a little much” Kingsley said.

“I was feeling a little spiteful” Harry shrugged. “And it was sitting in our shed anyway. Wasn’t sure if it would inappropriate to bin 600 year wood.”

“So, how did you find know they gave away the Malfoy fortune without proper procedure.”

“Because my mother is the trustee. Harry and I can only remove a thousand galleons at a time. We can’t drain the account, without her permission” Draco said calmly.

“Doesn’t explain the why. Toby Antsy what did we do to him?” Harry frowned.

“It’s certainly a lot of work to get revenge” Kingsley agreed.

“Exactly the only enemy I have left is Draco. And I married him” Harry said wryly.

“Antagonist, hardly an enemy” Draco clarified.

“From between fits of panic from the head of the bank. The mention of the Paris bank was a nice touch. They really don’t like the fact the (PARIS Ministy) controls the bank.”

“Have they offered to recompensate us?” Draco asked. “Or is your presence, to politely ask us to leave.”

“I assume your terms are set?” Kingsley said wryly.

“Compensate us, or allow us to clear out the other accounts we do have access too. I just want what is owed returned to us.”

Kingsley sighed, “That’s annoyingly a reasonable demand.”

“Annoyingly?” Draco asked,

“They would like me to arrest you. While this is disruptive you haven’t technically done anything illegal. And given who you are, I’d really like to avoid arresting you” Kingsley admitted.

“I assume we’re being offered something?” Draco asked.

“Well. The goblins allowed Toby Antsy to leave with the fortune.”

“Leave with it” Draco said with gritted teeth.

“We are tracing him. Harry was smart enough to let us know last night. So he shouldn’t get far. The reason why the Goblins are putting up a fight…”

“The insurance” Harry realised.

“Yes. It will quite literally bankrupt them.”

“Good” Draco said bitterly.

“So I’m assuming you have a third option?” Harry asked knowing Kingsley.

“You’ll get a begrudging, apology. They will slowly restore the Malfoy vault with interest over the next ten years.”

Harry looked over at Draco. “I’d really prefer to bankrupt the goblins. But I suppose that is acceptable.”

“Thankyou. Please don’t pull any more stunts like this” Kingsley said honestly. “Or I’ll make you minister.”

Harry visibly shuddered, “I couldn’t think of anything worse. Now I’m starving, Kingsley would you like to join us for lunch?”

“No Thankyou Harry” Kingsley said chuckling. “Although you might want to consider a few less lunches. While you’re on Paternity leave, there’s still a physical to pass.”

Harry flexed an arm, “I’m still in good fighting shape.”

Draco offered a dubious look behind him, As Kingsley left. “You have to pass a physical?”

“It’ll be a peice of cake…speaking of.”

“Yes I’ll bake a cake” Draco smiled shaking his head. “Honestly.”

Chapter 26

The first Victim

Bill patted his newborn son’s back gently, as he slowly paced around the kitchen. He was glad to have Ron and Theo over, they were good company. And it didn’t devolve into a pissing contest like it did with George, or a lecture like with Charlie or Percy (Although the debate was vastly different). It usually involved vast amounts of food.

Ron looked frankly huge, his baby was obviously taking after Ron. At least in size. Bill still chuckled about the warnings his mother had warned to Fleur when she’d fallen pregnant with Victoire. But Ron was happy, he could tell in the way he looked at Theo. The way he rubbed his belly at every opportunity as if trying to feel his baby.

“Oh you must be so exited” Fleur smiled warmly, as she handed Ron a glass of cola. “Not long to go now..” She looked so naturally beautiful. Even since she’d given birth again and her stomach had looked slightly more deflated with her rolls of fat.

“Nope then it’ll be nappies, and bottles, and no sleeping through the night for months” Bill pointed out. “And lots of spit up.”

“I’m just excited to have a few months off work” Ron grinned rubbing his belly tenderly. “This one is going to get spoiled.”

“You both are going to be spoiled” Theo smiled. “We really do need to settle on a name. However.”

“Not narrowed down the list yet?” Bill grinned as he heaved himself onto a dining chair. Glancing at over at Victorie and Dominique as they sat in their high chairs.

“Nah. Although I’m not naming him after any of you lot” Ron said firmly.

“Probably wise. We don’t need a Percy Junior.”

“Actually. That might one might happen, it’s Percy’s first choice if Hermione has a boy” Theo pointed out. “I had suggested Harry.”

“He doesn’t need the ego boost, and he’s not going to name any of his kids after me” Ron said firmly. “And I don’t want him named after anyone I know.”

“So no Billius The third” Bill said.

“That is such a strange name, British wizards are so odd” Fleur commented. “You know some people don’t pick a name until they meet their baby.”

Ron grimaced, “You didn’t do that did you?”

“No. We did not” Bill grinned. “We knew the names.”

“I just want my kids to have normal names. Not pretentious names like Draco, Blaise or Neville.”

“Are our children’s names pretentious?” Fleur said with a teasing smile.

Ron flushed quickly, “That’s different yours are French, it’s your heritage.”

Bill took a swig of the beer, “Urrp nice save.”

“Thanks” Ron smiled. “We’ll figure it out.”

“It’s been a distraction from Ron wanting to murder Harry” Theo said wryly.

Ron groaned, “Bloody Git gave me mountains of Paperwork with that stunt he pulled and baby brain means I can’t even think straight.”

“Is this the whole thing at Gringotts?” Fleur asked looking at bill. “The Goblins were being very silly.”

“Yeah well, the only positive” Ron stopped and hesitated.

“Ron. You can tell us, we’re not going to tell the press.”

“Right. Yeah, force of habit” Ron admitted. “We got the name of the guy, but we know nothing about his current movements. Toby Antsy.”

Fleur straightened, and Bill felt like someone had punched him. “That’s who did it?”

“Yeah? But we can’t even figure out why? Do you know him.”

“He was my old boss” Fleur said looking angry.

“It’s complicated” Bill said looking at Fleur.

“You don’t have to say it.”

“He cursed me. He is a pig of a man.”

“Cursed you?” Theo frowned.

“A blood curse” Fleur clarified, “We call it something different in French.”

“Blood curse…” Theo murmured. “Sorry, what kind?”

“I used to be thin, I am now unable to control my weight. Or my appetite at times. He did it to humiliate me.”

❧

“You should probably not look at those pastries like you want to make out with them. Bill” Maya commented amused as she made herself a tea.

Bill held the danish up and foisted it at her, “It’s a good danish. Worthy of my stomach.”

“You’re going to start getting fat like Barnaby, that fast metabolism won’t last forever” Maya chuckled as she lifted the teabag out.

“Years away…” Bill said as he stuffed the danish in. His cheeks bulging as he chewed.

“Could I have one please” Fleur said hovering behind them.

“Oh. Uhh sure” Bill said flakes of pastry spraying out.

Fleur smiled wryly. “My Boss. He wanted me to fetch him some, and coffee.”

“Toby should get it himself” Maya said. “It’s Fleur right. I’m Maya,

“Oui.”

“You can take the whole box. For yourself, not your boss” Bill suggested.

“I am on a diet” Fleur admitted, “English food is very heavy.”

“You look great, not heavy at all” Bill offered, “You look normal.”

“Subtle as a sledgehammer” Maya muttered shaking her head.

“You think I look normal?” Fleur smiled touched.

“Err yeah” Bill nodded leaning back against the table trying to look casual. Which made an audible scraping noise as it jumped back a foot.

“Thankyou” Fleur smiled at him. “But it is for my boss. Or he will complain again. He thinks I am a servant.”

“Typical” Maya said shaking his head. “He’s a massive prick.”

Fleur looked confused.

“Euphemism for penis” Bill explained. Fleur smiled and Bill blushed.

“If I were you. I’d just tell him there was none left. Bill will probably eat them all anyway” Maya teased. “Merlin help whoever marries him, she’ll have a fat Bill if she isn’t careful.” Maya said with a wry smile, Bill chuckled as Maya headed back to her office.

“You would eat them all for me?” Fleur looked confused.

“I like food” Bill admitted quietly.

Fleur picked out a pastry and offered it to Bill. Bill ate it from her hand, and Fleur smiled sweetly. “I should like to cook for you.”

Bill chewed, “I’ll eat anything. Bur you don’t have too..”

“I want too. I do not have many friends here. Just Harry Potter, although he is a child.”

Bill looked suprised, “But lots of people like you” he said forcing the pastry down.

“They like me, but do not know me. I am part Veela, it is difficult to form strong attachments” Fleur explained.

Bill smiled at her, “I’ve always been sort of immune to them. Dunno why” he commented, he knew why. They were all way too thin for his taste. “Well Harry is pretty much one of my siblings at this point. So I guess I’ll have to be your second friend.”

Fleur smiled delighted, “I shall cook for you then. I like to cook for my friends. I made those.” She pointed with a manicured nail at the danishes.

Bill stared in awe at her, “These are the best things I’ve ever tasted. Yes. You can definitely cook me dinner. Tonight we can go to the shops after work?”

“Oui, I’d like that very much.”

❧

“Dinner was amazing. It’s always amazing. I’m going to have to cook for you” Bill smiled at Fleur as they walked beside each other down a corridor.

“You are not going to cook for me. I ave seen your kitchen” Fleur smiled.

“Alright. So it would have been take away. But I’d have plated it up nicely” Bill grinned.

“You are very silly” She smiled, bill could tell she wanted to kiss him again.

“I’m going to end up fat if I’m not careful” Bill smiled as he looked around and kissed Fleur quickly.

“Oui, I will make you very fat” Fleur said honestly. “I do not understand why boys think being thin is better.”

Bill grinned and Fleur smiled back at him.

“I should go to work” Fleur commented.

“Of course. Yes. Good luck with Toby, and you know you can ask me if you ever need backup. I know you can handle yourself. But you know…just wanted to say it’s there.”

Fleur smiled, “you are a very sweet man. But he is nothing compared to a (Dragon).”

Bill chuckled as they parted ways. Looking back at this moment, he wished they both hadn’t underestimated Toby. He watched as fleur straightened her back and forced a smile as she walked into Toby’s office.

Bill passed by the open door, peering in curiously. Mostly since he’d heard all the stories from Fleur. Sure enough Toby was looming over her, hand on the board.

“Do we have to keep doing this. We’ve got chemistry?”

“I do not understand?” Fleur said with a straight face.

Toby ran his knuckle over her cheek. “You’re so French. You and I are destined for each other. You have to start letting me kiss you.”

For a second Bill’s stomach tightened, he knew that Toby overstepped her boundaries. But a voice in his head gave him doubt.

Fleur giggled fakely, and Bill felt some relief.

“Come here” Toby growled. His hands touched her gripping tightly too her hips.

Bill was behind him in moments, it was automatic. He grabbed his collar wrenching him back. “Stay the hell away from her” He shoved Toby in the other direction away from Fleur.

He looked over at her, and the relief on her face was clear. Bill offered a resssuring smile.

“We’re just dating, what the that for. I’m reporting you Blood Traitor” Toby grunted eyes narrowing.

“He is no traitor. He is honourable, something you are not, you are a pig of a man” Fleur declared.

Bill noticed that he didn’t look sad, he just got angrier. Like Fleur’s words had confirmed some sort of bias in his mind, “A pig you say. At least I’m not a half breed freak. I never wanted a French bitch like you anyway.”

Bill was going to cut in, but Fleur beat him to it. “Enough. You are a pig, and I will make sure everyone knows.”

She turned on her heal and strode out head held high.

Bill stared at Toby for a moment, there was something behind those eyes. He went after Fleur.

“Are you okay?” Bill asked as he caught up to her.

Fleur nodded but stopped and pressed into his chest. Bill hugged her tightly, holding her. “I’m here for you. We can get Maya and we can speak to his boss. He was out of line.”

“You fucking bitch” Toby roared, as a hex flew through the air. It struck Fleur and she crumpled in his Arms.

“That’s it” Bill said wand out. “Bombarda.”

There was boom as the hex hit Toby and he was thrown backwards. Bill hadn’t noticed the way blood was floating from Fleur’s wound inches off the ground toward Toby.

The office doors opened and wizards and goblins alike arrived on the scene.

As Toby was led away by some well meaning colleagues. He had this smirk, that unnerved Bill.

❧

“We didn’t find out until we were having Victorie” Bill admitted. “I thought it might have been the war, but they can actually date how long the curse has been inflicted.”

Theo was lost in thought, Bill looked at him curiously.

“I’m sorry” Ron said. “That must have been difficult.”

“I am lucky that Bill is so supportive” Fleur admitted. “And that he didn’t mind having a fat wife.”

“I don’t mind one bit” he smiled leaning over and kissing her firmly.

“I wonder” Theo muttered.

“What?” Ron said.

“It’s just a big coincidence. But who else do we know that got struck with a weight related Blood Curse?”

Bill’s eyes widened as he caught what Theo was implying. “Harry.”

“What about Harry?” Fleur said frowning.

“At Draco’s wedding, Harry got cursed in the aftermath. It didn’t hit straight away, I remember because they were confused it didn’t come up on any initial tests.”

“And with Toby being the one who stole from the Malfoy vault.”

“Toby escaped the massacre. Blimey he must have been the only one who didn’t get arrested” Ron realised. “That explains why he’s got it out for Draco. I’m surprised he didn’t curse him too.”

“He probably already has” Fleur said darkly. “Toby was a student of Alchemy and Blood Magic.”

Ron rubbed his gut, “well at least that answers some questions. Still need to find him though.”

“We can’t help you there. Sorry” Bill offered.

“Yes. I think we should start on dinner, or it will go cold” Fleur said firmly.

“I’m starving” Ron said hungrily.

“Ron your son is going to end up very fat if you’re not careful” Bill teased.

“He’s allowed to be hungry” Ron grinned. “He can be as fat as a whale as far as I’m concerned, I don’t care.”

Bill and Fleur smiled wryly, “Then make sure you have thirds” Bill said. “I won’t be accursed of starving the pregnant person.”

“Oh don’t worry, Ron will have fourths when we get home” Theo smiled. “I’ve given up trying to stop him eating in bed.”

“Bill is just as bad. I think it’s a boy thing” Fleur smiled. “Ah. Victorie not from your brother’s plate. Bill can you give her some more please.”

“I think that’s code for being a Weasley thing” Ron grinned. As Bill carefully filled his daughter’s plastic bowl with more food. Placing it down on the tray.

“Very likely” Bill grinned and kissed Fleur warmly. “She’s stuck with me now.”

“I am not stuck with anyone. I chose you.”

“You did?” Bill chuckled. “When?” He said dubiously.

“When you came to visit Harry before the final task” Fleur said casually.

“Wait, you never told me this?” Bill stared at her gaping. Ron burst into a fit of laughter.

“I have to have some mystery” Fleur smiled.

(Ron go into labour?)

Chapter 27

“Ron’s gone into labor” Hermione’s voice echoed through the fireplace.

“Ah. Well he is…overdue” Draco mused. “I’m sure you’re counting down the days.” He said tugging at his trousers.

“Weeks I’m practically two months behind him” Hermione replied.

“It is hard to tell, you have gotten terribly fat.”

“Draco this a fire call. I can see you struggling with your trousers.”

Draco straightened and his stomach swelled back out to its full size. “Oh. Shove it” Draco muttered irritably. “The elastic is gone in these anyway” Draco said thumping down on the side of the bed. His t-shirt painted on and hardly covering his whole stomach.

“Draco” Hermione said chuckling politely.

“If you say a word” Draco muttered.

“How about the word Hypocrite” Hermione offered casually.

“This Dammed crib, these instructions might as well be written in Portuguese” Percy snapped irrititably.

“I see the nursery is going well” Draco said changing topic.

“We have time” Hermione said a wry smile.

“James sleeps in our room at night, he’s really only in his nursery during the day” Draco pointed out. “I can’t imagine he’ll get a proper use out of the nursery for a couple of years yet.”

“It would help if these instructions had pictures and not words” Percy complained sniffly.

“Is he struggling with those. What is it…Ike?”

“Ikea. Yes. Yes he is” Hermione said smiling.

“Well. I suppose it’s not for everyone. Although Harry got mad and hired some house elf’s to do it.”

“He said he and Theo did it” Hermione gasped annoyed.

“Hardly” Draco smirked. “The only reason Harry hasn’t hired a house elf, is he’s scared of your reaction.”

Hermione frowned, “good. Now have you considered trying to loose weight.”

“I have tried, I load Jamie into the pram and go for a jog, I make it to the front gate before I’m too tired or hungry to continue. It just becomes a cycle” Draco explained. “Or I’ll do exercise. Which just results in me managing one before giving up. My body is apparently repellent to exercise.”

“Didn’t you play quidditch. Why not go out on your broom.”

Draco considered and shrugged, “It doesn’t really feel like exercise.”

“Well I don’t believe you’re allergic to exercise” Hermione said firmly.

“What’s your excuse” Draco said dryly.

“I’m choosing not too” Hermione replied. “Entirely different.”

“She’s banned from dieting” Percy answered something between his teeth.

“Banned? I see” Draco said his lips curling into a smile.

“Oh, don’t judge me” Hermione huffed.

“Me? Judge you hardly” Draco grinned. “I’m just suprised that someone who seemed so determined is embracing motherhood.”

“I can do both.”

“Sure, but that’s not what is happening? Hmm?”

“Draco, your grades were just as good as mine. What’s your excuse.”

“I’m choosing to focus on my family, and frankly no one wanted to work with me” Draco admitted, “This way I can focus on my hobbies.”

“And yet not exercise” Hermione commented.

“Nope. I can’t figure this out. Hermione let’s get some food. You haven’t eaten in an hour, our baby will be skinny if you’re not careful.”

Draco audibly snorted, Hermione shot Draco a firm look through the fireplace. “I need to go. We’ll talk later”

“Of course” Draco nodded. “Enjoy your meal.”

Hermione’s face disappeared and the fire went out. “I have not become that fat” Draco huffed. He prodded his stomach, and his finger sunk into to the soft flab. “It’s just loose skin since giving birth. I’ll pregnant soon and it won’t matter” Draco quietly told himself.

Draco stood and managed to catch his reflection in the mirror. He stopped and noticed the changes. The way his face was more cherubic. The once angular features were buried beneath plump red cheeks and a round double chin. Giving his face a round quality to it.

It wasn’t helped that his body still looked like it had when he’d been full term. Although his belly was more deflated and sagged. Emphasing his pear shaped figure even more.

The mortifying change was that his maternity clothes were embarrassingly tight. His shirts didn’t cover his flabby belly completely and his trousers struggled to cover his considerable behind. No wonder he couldn’t muster the courage to leave the house, he’d become fat.

“Fuck” Harry’s voice from behind him, made Draco jump a foot in the air. His body wobbling.

“You bastard. Why are you so quiet” Draco seethed.

“Sorry. Just got really distracted watching you” Harry admitted, Draco turned to fully face his husband whose cock was straining against the trousers. “Bought you a snack” he carried a takeaway bag.

Draco could smell them from here. “I shouldn’t. Look at me.”

“I am” Harry said with a perverted smile. “Eat up. You’re almost ripe.”

“Ripe” Draco scoffed, “you mean fat.”

“Big enough for breeding,”

Draco stared at Harry for a moment, he felt his cheeks become a bright red. “Oh..”

“Jamie is at your mothers. She was delighted to take him for the evening” Harry said.

“When did you?” Draco began a pang of guilt developing.

“Not now” Harry said prodding Draco’s stomach roughly. “I’m becoming concerned about you. All those diet attempts, it’s not good for you” Harry commented as he opened the paper bag.

“I’m getting fat” Draco replied, the disgust clear in his voice. “I should diet.”

Harry scoffed, as he opened the bag and handed Draco a burger. “Your favourite” he commented casually. “I’m worried you’re not eating properly. Starving yourself, you always look awkward at dinner.”

Draco huffed and puffed his cheek, “My appetite comes and goes” Draco said dismissively.

“That’s a lie and you know it” Harry said. “Especially as you’re practically salivating at the burger in your hands.”

Draco licked his lips like a reflex, “I am not.”

“You had to check Draco. Now come on, enough of this. You’re not fourteen anymore, you can hardly expect you’d look like that forever” Harry said honestly. “And I’m worried.”

“You’rere not the one who’s on the receiving end of the comments about having let yourself go.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, “Your mother is wrong. You’rere beautiful, and your weight doesn’t take that away from you. And given your perversions, it’s a little hypocritical.”

“That’s different, and stop being so wise, you’re supposed to be clueless.”

Harry snorted, “Oh come on. If I can’t see when something is going on with you. Was that why you wanted to be pregnant again?”

“It’s a bit like a shield” Draco admitted. “But I do want another baby.”

“It does mean you won’t be able to diet” Harry said amused, he reached out and rubbed the sides of Draco’s belly. “This will definitely get bigger.”

“I’m not Ron, We’ll have another petit baby.”

“Draco. I want you bigger, I want you to relax. And be happy” Harry said gently.

“It feels like I’m at war with my desires” Draco admitted,

“What do you desire right now?”

“Honestly that burger, and then to take a long bath, and then…”

“Some fun” Harry said wryly. “We don’t often get the opportunity to sleep through the night.”

Draco blushed, and unwrapped the burger, and took a big greasy bite. “I’m still dieting?”

“Of course” Harry nodded dutifully. “There’s another two burgers in there. And chips.”

Draco smiled, “I would also happily bring these five guys into our marriage” Draco muttered.

“They’re not going further than the kitchen” Harry said jealously.

“There are times I do wonder what would have happened if we’d begun dating at school.”

“I would have burned the place down if it meant protecting you” Harry said darkly.

“That. Is mhmf incredibly grunt sexy” Draco admitted as he scoffed food down.

“Only you could find that sexy” Harry grinned delighted as he sat down beside Draco.

“These are mhmf good. Where are yours?” Draco said foistering a burger at him.

“In here” Harry said patting his belly firmly.

“Ron’s in labor” Draco remembered.

“Ah. Baby probably ran out of room” Harry grinned.

Draco snorted as he patted Harry’s belly.“Thankyou, I’ve been..self conscious”

“About how wonderfullly fat you are” Harry said with a delighted grin.

“Please, I’m hardly the twink I was.”

“Oh I know. But this much better” Harry admitted. “Especially seeing you struggle to diet and all those secret snacks when you thought I wasn’t looking. It makes it so much easier to say, you are forbidden from ever using birth control.”

Draco shuddered, “Do you mean?”

“Yeah. We’re going to start trying. So you’ll become lazy and fat” Harry said leaning in and kissing Draco’s neck. “Too busy baby making to exercise.”

“Barefoot and urrrpp Pregnant. Your breeder” Draco nodded as he sloppily kissed Harry. His lips greasy.

“That’s right” Harry grunted feeling Draco’s belly. “You are just as perverse as me. Finish those burgers off. I want you belching as I fuck a baby into you” Harry ordered as he fondled a love handle.

Draco smiled smirking, “I love when you’re horny.”

Harry kissed Draco cockily, “Of course you do. You’re a size queen.”

❧

Draco had his head resting on Harry’s soft chest. His hand gently rubbing Harry’s bloated belly. Even though Draco had been the one to be stuffed Harry’s gut had a delightful firmness.

“You can’t help it can you” Harry smiled his arm resting on Draco’s hip. Squeezing Draco’s arse.

“I can. I just choose not too” Draco smiled, “and it’s nice to relax. It’s been a time since we’ve had that opportunity.”

“Our son is at fault for that” Harry commented.

“Mhmm. He adores being at the centre of attention” Draco smirked.

“He gets that from you” Harry said chuckling. “How are you feeling? You can bathe first.”

“I’d rather just lay here” Draco admitted, “And my rear feels fine. I missed you.”

“You missed sex” Harry replied.

“I missed sex with you” Draco said leaning his head toward Harry.

“Oh I know. The big date circled on the calendar gave that away” Harry said gently.

“Then that git had to ruin it” Draco muttered.

“It’s not the end of the world. We’ll sort it out.”

“Perhaps conveniently in time for the summer” Draco scoffed.

“We’ll figure it out” Harry smiled reassuringly. “Why are you so melancholic?”

“I just worry.”

“I think that’s what parents do. Worry” Harry said. “We’ll protect our boy. And our other future children. Money or not.”

Draco kissed Harry’s chest and pressed in close. “I think. We need a fresh start.”

“Grimauld Place? The renovations will be done soon” Harry pointed out.

Draco chuckled, “Somewhere new. The Potters need a home. Not a manor seeped in blood or a house that is drowning in pain.”

The bedroom door creaked gently, “Teddy. Do you need something?” Harry called out.

“Teddy’s not here” Draco said sitting upright.

“No he’s not is he. Neither is your son, which is a pity” Tony Antsy walked in smirking confidently. “But there’s a wonderful symmetry, don’t you think.”

“Voldemort couldn’t kill me, why do you think you can?” Harry said firmly.

“Because you’re fat, and greedy and lazy” Toby said with a smirk. “And you’re staring at a cupboard.”

Harry frowned as Draco wryly passed his glasses from the nightstand.

“I get why you hate Harry. I do. But I don’t understand why you keep coming after me.”

Toby’s confidence became a snarl, “Because you betrayed him. Your family turned their backs against him.”

“He was loosing” Harry said pushing his glasses up. “He was weak. And cowardly and scared.”

“But he was right! We are better than muggles. They are going to war with the Middle East. Over oil. They need us to rule over them. They cannot make good choices.”

“Neither can wizards” Draco said darkly. “Grindlewald, Voldermort, and now you? Wanting to what? Become the next one?”

“I will be known as (Blood something), the one who killed Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.”

“I suppose that makes more sense than Lord Voldemort, what on earth was he lord of”

Draco scoffed, “must you?”

“Old habits die hard” Harry grinned at Draco. “So. You’re going to wipe the strongest pieces off the board.”

“I’ve already slowed all of you down. I was always so good at Blood Curses and Alchemy.”

“Yes. We know Harry is getting fat. You could have done something worse.”

“Humiliation is far more fun.”

“Didn’t work did it? He enjoys it.”

Toby looked surprised, Draco didn’t expect that.

“Did you not think Harry getting this fat was all you?” Draco said wryly.

“It was my curse. I cursed so many.”

“Who else?” Draco scoffed dismissively.

“You”

Draco swallowed, trying not to let it affect him. “I was aware of that. Who else” Draco bluffed.

“Ron. Hermione, Neville, Viktor. And that bitch Fleur” Toby seethed.

“Touchy subject” Draco mused. “That certainly explains a few things.”

“No it doesn’t. The curse just makes crave food, unable to help yourself. It’s supposed to be humiliating and you enjoy it!”

“Oh I sure do” Harry grinned. “So now you’re going to kill us. Because you couldn’t humiliate us, you tried to take away all of his fortune. And failed, and impressively managed to humiliate the whole goblin population in the process. That’s an impressive screwup.”

“Yes. Hardly the next Voldermort” Draco agreed.

“I’ll make sure to kill you first” Toby hissed brandishing his wand in Draco’s direction.

“Ah. No, you should kill me first. If you’re going on tradition. Mother dies last” Harry pointed out.

“I’m killing him first” Toby said sternly.

Draco and Harry looked at one another.

“Bored now” Draco yawned.

“At least he ambushed us in bed, that’s new” Harry said wryly. “But he’s not going to kill us.”

“Yes I will” Toby said sneering.

“No. Because that’s the thing that sets Voldermort and Grindelwald apart from you. You’re a coward. You’re a follower. You’re scared, you lashed out like a toddler” Harry warned. “You aren’t gloating, you’re telling us because you want to be stopped.”

Toby didn’t answer, his wand still pointed at Draco. “It got out of hand.”

“Clearly” Draco said gently.

“So what was it?” Harry asked getting out of bed. “What made you decide to come tonight?”

“I don’t have anyone. My job. My family. The people I called my friends, are all arrested or dead. I’m alone and….no one cares.”

“Being wrong is incredibly lonely” Draco commented. “I’m sorry, you picked the wrong side. But there is always a price” he revealed the dark mark on his wrist. “And I will always bare that consequence.”

“Toby. Put the wand down” Harry said gently. “You haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“I have” Toby admitted. He turned to Draco, “I killed your father. I’m sorry.”

Draco offered a conciliatory nod, “You did. But you also gave him a chance of redemption. And I’m grateful that he died a good brave man.”

Harry approached Toby and gently pulled the wand from his hands. “I’m sorry Toby.”

Draco waved his wand and Harry’s clothes dressed themselves around him. “You’re not taking him into your work naked.”

“Thankyou Darling” Harry smiled.

Chapter 28

“Aren’t you going to take me In. This is the way to the kitchen” Toby said.

Harry smiled and debated weather he wanted to answer. “You are correct. Hungry?”

“A little” Toby answered.

Harry waved his wand gesturing to a chair. It slid forward. “Take a seat. I assume you’re not going to run.”

“No” Toby admitted.

Harry smiled and gestured to the seat. “Sit down then.”

Toby sat, and Harry made a pot of tea along with a plate of biscuits. “I don’t understand. I tried to kill you?” Toby asked as Harry poured the tea.

“You did. Yes” Harry said sliding the cup over. “Here. Not poisoned.”

Toby took the cup and took a sip.

“How did you manage to get so good at casting blood curses? Not exactly in the normal Hogwarts curriculum.”

“Always been a hobby.”

Harry nodded and took a sip, “Did you do it a lot during the war?”

“No. Voldemort had his own orders.”

“You never met him did you? Not directly” Harry said realising, “you were too far down the line. How interesting.”

“We were loyal” Toby answered.

“You were loyal to propaganda. Not the person. And Voldemort was only loyal to himself.”

Harry considered and leaned back in the chair patting his belly constantly. “I wanted to thank you. You opened a door to a better life. Draco, my son, this” Harry jiggled his gut. “It’s all thanks to you. And your curse.”

“My curse” Toby took the words in.

“I’m a pig. And you’ve confirmed my husband will become fat too…that’ll get fat” Harry said delighted.

Toby shifted looking slightly uneasy now. “You aren’t supposed to enjoy it. That wasn’t…”

“What was the curse. Curiously” Harry said. “I won’t judge.”

“I curse each generation you bare, your heirs will not be spared. It will linger and twist, and you will swell like a cyst. Your change will carry fourth, and —— you — especially — girth.”

Harry smiled satisfied, “With Draco and I both affected, good” He stood and hugged Toby against his gut. “Thankyou.”

“Stop it. Please. Stop this” Toby begged. “Why are you being nice!”

“Because being nice is what is stopping us from killing you” Draco said calmly, “you said the weight gain it was to humiliate us. But that’s not quite true.”

“It is!”

“No. Because it’s the only curse you can do successfully” Harry commented.

Toby tensed slightly.

“Because you did it to yourself first” Draco said wryly. “Except unlike us, you’re still fighting it and it’s harder. Isn’t it, that temptation” Draco said wryly. “You are humiliated. Embarrassed.”

“So Draco and I figured we’d help. So what’s your weekness?”

“Sweets? Of grease?” Draco commented prodding Toby’s tummy.

Toby’s stomach rumbled loudly. He stared at it confused.

“A drop of appetite enhancer it works wonders on an empty stomach, but I’m already stuffed” Harry admitted.

“So what are you craving!” Draco whispered.

“Sweets” Toby said eyes and watering. “And grease.”

Harry and Draco shared a delightfully devilish look, as the table swelled with a feast of desserts and deep fried food. Several plates all in Toby’s reach.

“Time to eat up Toby” Harry said firmly.

“Please…no” He begged.

“You shouldn’t have come here. You let your ego get in the way” Harry said picking up the greasy burger. “It’s time for you to become one of us Toby.” He held it close to Toby’s lips. It only took a moment of hesitation before he greedily scoffed it down.

His self control broken. As one burger became five. Followed by donuts and slices of cake, and chicken wings. Toby eat with abandon.

“You’ll get a choice. Toby” Draco said as he looked pained his belly overstuffed to its max.

“You can disappear, live your life, and become obnoxiously fat” Harry said firmly. “Find a fat wife to keep you stuffed.”

“Or you can get arrested. Honestly it’s a tough choice” Draco chuckled. “Either way, your life is going to mean you are a slave to that belly.”

“So while you make that choice. Here’s our little nudge” Harry picked up a small bottle. “Now you only need a drop normally. It’s supposed to be when your poorly, but I’ve always been curious what would happen if someone drank the whole bottle.”

“Ple….Urrrrpppp…mercy.”

“This is mercy” Draco warned as he grabbed the bridge of Toby’s nose.

Toby gasped for air, and Harry poured the bottle down his throat.

“Welcome Toby, you’re a fatty. Now and forever” Draco said firmly.

“Have you made your choice?” Harry said looking at him.

Toby cradled his belly groaning in pain. “Fat…ohh.. no. Arrest me. Please.”

“As you wish” Harry said waving his wand as Toby’s limbs were locked in place. “You’ll be kept comfortable, lots of food on hand.”

“Eventually you won’t know better” Draco smiled waving as Harry levitated Toby away. “Goodbye Toby.”

❧

Harry and Draco watched as Toby tucked into a tray of donuts behind a glass screen.

“You two are apparently a terrifying duo” Neville grinned as he opened the door. “Did you hear everything?”

Harry nodded, “We did.”

“Hannah is going to kill me. A blood curse..” Neville groaned.

“There are far worse ones. Our families having a (preference) for obesity, is very tame” Draco pointed out. “In your case I doubt anyone would notice the difference.”

Neville elbowed Draco playfully, “Careful now, you’re starting to look round.”

Draco scoffed, “I have some self control.”

Harry snorted, “No you don’t, but it’s sweet you think so.”

“Also you’ll be pleased to know. He hasn’t spent any of your fortune. So we’ll organise a team to retrieve that” Neville said writing some notes. “We’ll need to get statements from both of you.”

“Yes i figured that was the case” Draco commented. “I’d rather get it done while it’s fresh.”

Neville nodded, “I’ll get you setup, and we can take it now. Harry I don’t have to tell you it’ll be separate.”

“Of course” Harry nodded, aware of how the procedure worked. He turned back to watch Toby. Seeing him eat, unable to help himself. There was a knot of guilt but Harry reminded that Toby had killed Lucius, attacked Draco and his fortune. Their family wasn’t safe with Toby free.

The Blood Letter had officially been caught. Although Harry knew there would be others who would try to take Lord Voldemort’s role. There was a part of him that was certain that this was the beginning of a new era.