R&R (Posted)

Chapter 1

The Massacre at Malfoy Manor

The quiet Wiltshire road was disturbed by the loud crack As Toby Antsy apparated, he was in his mid twenties, having left a school a few years ago. His parents had been half bloods, but his Dad was pure probably. He’d been orphaned during the first war growing up with his uncle. His uncle was dead now. Toby had joined the snatchers during the war, he had fought in the battle of Hogwarts, and survived. They won, they should have one, but the other side they cheated. They lured people away, made them turn against him. The Dark Lord, the true ruler of them all. Toby leaned against the fence. He almost blend in with his dark robes, he’d have been mistaken for a skinhead at first glance. Until you looked closely at his tattoos, they were dark magic, hexes burned proudly into his skin. Crude symbols and words, all of which held up his beliefs. The biggest tattoo was on the back of his head a snake engulfing a skull, a lightning shaped crack down its centre.

There was another crack and this young man had his face pained with black paint, making his eyes looked darkened and hollowed out. Toby had seen him at meetings before. Although he didn’t know him by name, just that he had a habit for shaking mud bloods if given the chance to be alone with them.

Other members all dressed in black robes joined the large group that was now massing on the dirt road. Clouds of dust being kicked up. By their arrival.

“Do we even know we can get through the gates” One man muttered in a brummie accent. He apparently went by the moniker of Blud

“Aye. This could be a bloody waste of time” Another who called himself Forge in a thick Scottish accent agreed.

Toby hadn’t decided his moniker yet, he was thinking Skull. Or Bloodless.

There was a final crack and a figure dressed like the others except for his top hat and cereamic white mask passed through the crowd. “Thankyou for being all so prompt” Their leader known only as The Gentleman.

Toby pulled out a white ceramic mask, it had the features of a white blonde male. Handsome. Better looking than Toby. Toby tied his own similar mask on, until it pressed against his face. He looked up towards The Gentleman.

“We are here to prove to those who act like things haven’t changed. That those who betrayed the Dark Lords ideals for their own ends. Will pay the price. We are his true successors”

Toby bellowed with all of his might. Tarting up an enormous cheer.

“Brothers. Today we begin, today we remind the Purebloods what they turned their back on. Kill everyone. No one will be spared, today will send a message to the whole of the wizarding world. We my brothers will complete what the Dark Lord Started.”

Toby watched enraptured as he led the group down the road. They marched, their voices reaching hushed whispers. A pair of iron gates greeted them. “The wards are down. They believe themselves above reproach. It will be their downfall.”

They began passing through the gates, Toby held his head high and walked through. A long driveway stretched out with high hedge rows either side. The gravel crunched under their feet, as the marched toward the impressive manor house. Lanterns hung on the end of poles that leaned over the drive. It was almost beautiful. Almost.

“Everyone spread out” Toby followed one group who went the long way around the manor. He kept his hand gripped tightly on his wand, many of the group split off into the hedge rows. Wanting to surprise the wedding.

Toby crept slowly among the shadows, hugging the wall of the manor. Taking furtive glances into the house. Most of the rooms were dark and empty, and from the noise, most people were obviously out on the back patio. Except one room, the light lit up the gravel and Toby pressed himself against the wall. Trying to catch who was inside.

“Draco stop looking so maudlin, it’s your wedding day.”

“Theo. We both know this wedding is hardly my choice. It’s just what’s best.”

“Because you rather ride a broomstick?”

“Don’t be crude Blaise. Draco hasn’t ridden a thing, he just thinks about too much.”

“Pureblood bottoms, such a waste” Blaise chuckled. “I say you run.”

Toby tightened as the light was blocked out by a figure at the window. “Astoria needs this much as I do. She is suffering from a blood curse. I doubt we’ll be able to consummate let alone conceive an heir.”

“No wonder she has a deathly complexion” Blaise offered.

“That’s inappropriate” Theodore answered. “Draco would you like me to add something to the tea. Your hands are shaking like mad.”

“I finished the tea” Draco answered, “there’s…. a grim at the bottom of my cup.”

“Draco. You have all people should be more rational than believe in the nonsense” Blaise offered. “You’re hardly Harry Potter.”

“Perhaps you’re right. We better get this going. The bride might be late, but the groom should be nothing but prompt” Draco admitted.

Toby heard the sound of a door opening, and the light reflected onto the gravel turned to darkness. He sighed and slowly inched forward catching a glimpse of the now empty and darkened room. Toby crept forward following the wall along. He stopped as he felt a doorway, he tugged on the handle and was surprised it when it opened outward, with only a slight creek.

“Good brother” The Gentleman’s hand on his shoulder.

Toby felt proud as The Gentleman swept past him, flashes of green reflecting out of the kitchen window. As Toby walked in, and assisted in quickly taking the catering staff, as they now lay dead on the floor. A stillness rapidly taking over the room.

“Come. It’s time we make an entrance” The Gentleman smiled.

They walked through the sitting room, the doors were shut and outside Toby could see the bride and groom standing, the gentleman stepped toward the door.

“Wait…” Toby stuttered.

The gentleman’s head turned toward him, cocked to the left.

“I just thought you might want to make an entrance” Toby said quietly.

“-speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Go” Toby grinned.

The Gentleman opened the doors, “Good Evening but I do apologise for interrupting the festivities. But unfortunately traitors don’t get happy endings” He announced and without missing a beat “Avada Kadava”

A green flash, the bride crumpled. The groom caught her. The gentleman stepped over her, “I wouldn’t panic. We out number you. I suggest you let us kill you.”

Toby watched as chaos erupted, the other brothers began to step out of hedges, and people began to die. Wands were drawn, a blonde woman cast a blue wispy spell that flew off into the darkness.

Toby grabbed the back of the head of the groom, and pressed his wand against his neck. “Traitor” He hissed in his ear. “Crucio.”

The groom screamed, he was still holding onto his dead bride. Toby started to consider burning him alive.

“Flipendo”

Toby was thrown backwards and he hit a glass window, the glass shattering as he landed on the hard floor on the other side. His wand was in his hand. “Episky” he hissed, and he felt his wounds repairing. Unsteadily he heaved himself to his feet. He felt his pocket and pulled out a vial he uncorked it. A bubble of thick red blood floated from the groom until it filled his tube.

He wanted souvenirs of each of his kills. He would kill the groom.

Toby used the now broken door as cover as he peered out.

There was a sudden crack followed by four more in quick succession. Standing there wand outstretched was Harry Potter.

Toby hated that he was slightly impressed by him. How effortlessly he communicated with his friends. How they paired off, and yet Harry stood open and alone. Confident

Toby watched studying the way he deflected spells, how Toby’s brothers fell to the ground bound with curses.

“Hurting spell” Toby curse and Harry groaned crumpling slightly. “Blood spell” he held open a vial from his pocket and sure enough Harry Potter’s blood floated towards him.

He was giddy at the thought. He moved through the manor, attacking all of the newcomers. Desperate to make them bleed for ruining their plan. His vials filled and he felt them jingling in his pocket. “Suffer. Suffer like the traitors.

“There’s someone in the house” The groom rasped. “He’s taking pot shots.”

“I’ll get him” Harry said firmly.

Toby tensed up, it was now or never.

He stepped out from his spot, “Avarda Kadavra.”

Three things happened in quick succession. The groom threw himself infront of Harry. So the green curse would hit him, and then another. Lucius Malfoy, stood up and shoved both away as the spell hit him in the back. His body arched and he hit the ground with a dead thump.

“Dad?” The groom said voice shaking.

“No!” Toby bellowed angry. He threw a hex at Harry, who was catching his breath. Harry screamed as blood exploded out of his chest.

Toby noticed that the remaining guests were staring at him. The survivors. He ran, like a coward. Sprinting back through the house and appararing as soon as he could. He kept doing it until he sent himself to the meetup point.

No one came.

No one survived.

Not even the Gentleman.

Toby survived and he had their blood. He pulled out the vials and stared at them. He began to think of all the dark possibilities. Revenge could take many forms.

That would be his nickname, ‘The Blood Letter.’ And he would make Harry Potter pay for what he did to his brotherhood.

Chapter 2

I curse each generation you bare, your heirs will not be spared. It will linger and twist, and you will —- like a cyst. Your change will carry fourth, and —— you — esp… — gir….

Whispered words floated on the air, fading into the ether. Forgotten, drifting through the mind of Harry Potter. As he lay unconscious in the hospital wing at St Mungo’s.

They were heard by Draco Malfoy as he sat maudlin, feeling uncomfortable as he sat at the dining table. He felt the words as they sang inside his head. Entwining with repressed thoughts he was failing to hide.

“Mother… I think perhaps I might visit St Mungo’s, have coffee with Theo” Draco said quietly.

“Of course” Narcissa said quietly, dressed entirely in black, sipping on a cup of tea. “Have you spoken to..”

“The Greengrasses, yes? I have offered to pay for the funeral. Daphne is angry, I don’t blame her. I have also spoken to the funeral home to come for a meeting, to start the preparations for Father’s funeral.”

“Thankyou darling.”

Draco stopped as he thought about the words swimming in his head. Before he just as quickly forgot them.

In a tangle of bedsheets the words solidified in the minds of Viktor Krum and Hermione Granger. But they were far more focused on each other, and their pleasure.

“More custard” Viktor purred, as poured the custard down his chest.

“Yes” Hermione said with intense need, as she began licking Viktor’s chest.

The words came to rest in the minds of Neville Longbottom and Ronald Weasley as they walked across the ministry atrium, coffee in hand. Both looked tired, bags under their eyes and clothes a little rumpled. As they made their way to the elevators.

“Ten Galleons, Robards is going to kill us” Ron commented taking a sip of coffee.

“At least Harry is unconscious in hospital. I tried to visit this morning. But” Neville sighed.

“Visiting hours aren’t until eleven on the dot” Ron said in a haughty tone. “Yeah I had the same problem after my run.”

The lift doors open with a clank and Ron and Neville walked to the back. Leaning against the wall. “Coffee was a good idea” Neville said as he ‘cheers’ed’ the two coffee cups.

“Merlin yes, otherwise I’m going to fall asleep at my desk” Ron said wryly. “If we don’t get tossed out on our asses. For an authorised intervention.”

“With two civilians attending.”

“Viktor shouldn’t have come” Ron muttered.

“He heard the call, and he can handle himself.”

“Bloody wish he didn’t live with us” Ron muttered.

“Not over Hermione breaking up with you then?” Neville said.

“Shut up. I haven’t finished my coffee” Ron muttered.

Neville snorted amused.

The Auror office was silent, and not in a good way. There was an All hands meeting, Robards, an angry Welshman who was rapidly graying. Stood infront of all the Aurors. He was halfway through a rant, “— of you have been following this group for months. None of you thought to look more closely at their agenda. I have been in meetings all morning with the minister, fourty dead, thirty injuries, this was a wedding of eighty people! For Merlin’s sake, this was avoidable. What the hell have you people been doing?” He stopped and took a staggered breath. “Ah Weasley, Longbottom i see you’ve finally arrived.”

“Sorry sir, Long night” Neville said apologetically.

“Of course. These two are heroes” Robards said firmly. “Working after hours and turning up when asked, if Harry, Ron and Neville hadn’t arrived when they did. It would have been considerably worse. Because of them our holding cells are bulging full of arrests. We’ll talk about the two civilians who joined you later.”

“See” Ron hissed under his breath.

“Because of yesterday’s incident the whole department is now on probation. Yesterday was serious and slipped right under our noses. That cannot happen again. Ronald Weasley.”

Ron suddenly straightened and paled somewhat, “Err yes?”

“Ron, will be talking over that department. He is going to throughly review all the open investigations. We need to make forward movement on this.”

“Congratulations” Neville grinned. “Enjoy the paperwork.”

Ron groaned.

“Alright dismissed” Robards Barked annoyed. He walked straight over to Ron and Neville. “Both of you go home, rest and then I want reports of the full event.” Both of them nodded submissively. “And thank Viktor and Hermione for me.”

“Your not mad?” Neville asked suprised.

“Publicly yes, privately no. As I said thank them for me, and if Viktor wants a career change.”

“I’ll mention it” Ron nodded.

“How is Harry?” Robards asked.

“I don’t know, visiting hours aren’t for a while yet” Neville admitted. “But he was bleeding like a crazy when we took him in.”

“Okay. Thankyou” Robards said. “Now go home. Both of you need a rest. And detailed reports.”

Neville and Ron shared a look, “Visit your parents?” Ron suggested.

“Yeah. I don’t want to hear anything” Ron grimaced.

“I want to see your little brothers.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “At least you’re amused by them. I think Ben and Bruno are highly overrated. Honestly we’d all graduated, and Mum and Dad have another two babies.”

“It’s sweet, that after all that time they still love each other” Neville smiled.

“Meh. Love is overrated.”

“You really need to move on Ron” Neville chuckled. Ron gave him the finger.

❧

“Mum?” Ron called out before yawning as he climbed out of the fireplace. The couch had a pile of baby clothes folded up neatly, and toys were scattered around.

“In the kitchen dear” Mrs Weasley’s replied.

Ron walked around the large fireplace that sat in the centre of the ground floor of the burrow. His Mother was at the stove using her wand to conduct various dishes being cooked. While her she was looking over at the two one year olds who were sitting in battered high chairs at the kitchen table.

“Hello Troublemakers…” Ron smiled begrudgingly at his two younger siblings, before he yawned.

“Ron” Mrs Weasley huffed.

Ron rolled his eyes and walked over hugging his mum tightly. “Your fault for getting pregnant. Your done now right?”

“After this one arrives?” Mrs Weasley smiled patting her belly. “I prefer even numbers.”

“Well it is an even number when you count Fred” Ron pointed out. Mrs Weasley frowned at him.

“Hello Mrs Weasley?” Neville waved smiling.

“Hello Neville, shouldn’t you boys be at work?” She enquired.

“Should. But after last night we’ve been sent home to relax. Just wondering if we can nap in one of the rooms upstairs?” Ron asked hopefully.

“Of course, what happened last night?” Mrs Weasley asked.

“Long story” Ron yawned.

“I’ll put some tea on then” Mrs Weasley smiled.

The Back door opened and Mr Weasley walked in with a beaming smile and a newspaper under his arm. “Morning little Weasley’s, Morning my big swollen Weasley” Mr Weasley said as he ruffled the hair of Bruno and Ben. Before he turned his attention To a blushing Mrs Weasley.

“Oh Arthur” she said as he hugged her enthusiastically, his hands lingering on her gravid fat belly.

Ron leaned over and covered his two youngest siblings eyes, “you’ll have enough trauma living in this family. You don’t need it added too.”

“Hello Ron, Neville. This isn’t a work visit is it?”

“Nope just a social call” Neville reassured.

“Where’s Harry?” Mrs Weasley asked curiously.

“St Mungo’s” Ron said sadly. Mr and Mrs looked concerned. “It was a long night” he slid the paper out from his father’s arm, and unrolled it on the table.

‘WEDDING MASSACRE’ the headline read.

“Merlin’s beard” Mr Weasley said shocked, as he leaned forward to read the paper more closely.

“Some new not quite Death Eater mob crashed Draco’s wedding. Killed the bride and we’re going to kill everyone. Only reason we turned up, was Draco’s Mum sending Harry a Patronus. It’s a bit of a blood bath, there’s probably only a few families of the 28 left standing now.”

“What happened to Harry?”

“Some lunatic with dark magic, Harry’s chest burst open. He’s fine but he’s bloody lucky, he’s not dead. We got him straight to St Mungo’s.”

“That’s horrible” Mrs Weasley said. “You poor boys.”

“We’re unscathed just a few cuts. I feel bad for Draco, lost his bride to be and his father on the same night” Neville said as Mrs Weasley produced a set of unmatching mugs, and a teapot.

“Lucius Malfoy is dead?” Mr Weasley frowned.

“Killing curse aimed at Harry. Draco threw himself in front and Lucius shoved them both to the ground. He was dead before he hit the ground” Ron said sighing. “Robards was tearing the department to pieces when we got in.”

“I bet. That would be a nightmare for Kingsley. Merlin…”

“Yeah. Although you got a promotion” Neville pointed out.

“Really?” Mrs Weasley said delighted.

“Yeah they want me to run the whole investigation department. Robards is livid. Apparently they thought they were harmless.”

“Congratulations Ron” Mr Weasley smiled.

“You boys finish your tea, and then go have a nap. I’ll sort out lunch” Mrs Weasley smiled.

“Home busy?” Mr Weasley asked

“Well. Hermione and Viktor have today off. So we’d rather be well clear” Ron murmured.

“Ah. How are you two? You did used to be friends” Mrs Weasley asked.

“I know, we’re not there yet” Ron shrugged. “It’s getting there slowly.” Ron said as he finished off the tea. “You boys go upstairs, have a nap.”

“Thanks Mrs Weasley” Neville smiled.

Ron and Neville slowly headed upstairs and yawning, walking up the narrow staircase. When Mrs Weasley was certain they were out of earshot.

“So who else died?” She said tearing the paper from Mr Weasley and vigorously searching for a list.

“Molly” Mr Weasley Chasticed with a smile.

“Well” She said wryly. “At least our kids know better than to date any purebloods.”

❧

Hermione lay naked rubbing Viktor’s chest, her hand running over his muscular body. He wasn’t some tall muscular brute. He was brooding and athletic with a moody pallor.

“Hermy” He murmured, his fingers running through her curly hair.

Hermione had given up trying to reach him to get her name correct. He could say it, but through his thick Bulgarian accent it got a bit confused.

“Yes? Viktor?” She leaned back snuggling into him.

“You feel so good” he admitted his hands stroking her body tenderly. “So soft and supple.” Hermione smiled, Viktor made her feel beautiful. There was something sweet about that. He stroked her behind his finger pressing firmly into the soft flesh. “You should stay all the time.”

“Not in a million years. My parents would never allow it. One day we’ll get a place together.”

“One day soon” Viktor nodded, his hands gliding over to Hermione’s stomach. “You feel so good.”

“If you want too. We could” Hermione suggested.

Vikor blushed, and seemingly considered it. “I would prefer food.”

“Is it too early for pizza?” Hermione wondered.

“You underestimate your cooking” Viktor said tenderly.

“I’m just feeling lazy.”

“You should ask Kreacher, he is good at making food” Viktor suggested.

Hermione glared at him, “I am not getting Kreacher to make us food” she hissed.

“But he likes it”

“That’s a terrible argument” Hermione muttered. She sat up and her stomach jiggled. She looked down aware of how her figure had begun plumping. “I’ll make something.”

“You would make a good housewife” Vikor commented.

“Honestly? That doesn’t sound so bad” Hermione sighed swinging her legs off the bed, her thighs jiggled.

“Mhmm?” Viktor leaned onto his elbow.

“Just work, and after yesterday” Hermione sighed. “I just…”

Viktor sat up and put his arms around her, his erect cock pressing against her ass. “You shouldn’t hide your feelings. I know that is a habit you have picked up from Harry.”

Hermione rolled her eyes but leaned back against Viktor. “I’m tired… I don’t know how much fight I have left.”

“Even soldiers retire eventually, do not feel shame in that” Viktor reassured, he kissed her neck. “We grow, and change. Our priorities change. There is no shame in that.”

Hermione smiled, “Why do you always say the right thing.”

“Because I read a lot” Viktor said pressing against her neck. “And you’ve never had the chance to stop and slow down.”

Hermione sighed and bit her lip, she ran her hand to her crotch. “Mhmmm” she purred.

“My Hermy” Vikor said guiding her hand from her crotch and licking her fingers. “Not the kind of food I had in mind.”

Hermione giggled as they rolled back onto bed, Viktor lifting her legs until they rested on his shoulders. He grinned cockily as he stroked his thick cock. He was hard again, “protection” she murmured handing him another condom packet from the nightstand.

Viktor nodded and undid the packet and rolled the condom slowly down his shaft. It was tight, he disliked the feeling. But he could ignore it. “You ready?”

“Always” Hermione smiled.

Viktor smiled and slowly slid his cock into her. His hands holding her hips, as he slid all the way in. “You like that?” He said thrusting firmly and slowly, making sure to go all the way in.

“Mhmm. Yes..” Hermione moaned.

Vikor smiled and leaned in until he was ontop. Firmly thrusting inside her, his hands feeling her body. Kneeding her plump flesh.

“Harder” Hermione begged.

Vikor groaned and kissed her, as he thrust harder. Firmer picking up a steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of her. He felt her body tense beneath him, as she let out a hard desperate moan.

Her grinned, and went harder, as he felt her tighten. He came hard, and relaxed as he pressed into her. “Now…I’m done..” he groaned.

“I could go again” Hermione giggled.

“You are dangerous” Viktor smiled. Hermione closed her eyes, and Viktor slowly pulled out. The condom shredded at the end, hanging awkwardly off his shaft. He frowned, and cleaned it up.

“I’ll make food” Hermione smiled opening her eyes. “I’m in the mood for carbs.”

Viktor looked confused for a moment.

“I make a mean pasta” Hermione said wryly. “You’ll need your energy. After that.”

Viktor grinned amused, “Yes, I think I will.”

Chapter 3

At the beginning with you

Draco Malfoy had been visiting Harry Potter every day. Sitting beside his bed, sometimes he would hold his hand other times he would just stare into the distance in contemplation.

He wasn’t Harry’s only visitor. But Draco was the most consistent. Although Harry’s close friends did visit, most didn’t stay long.

Harry lay in the bed his eyes closed. His mouth hung slightly open as tubes rested on his lips. Otherwise he lay there still, unmoving beyond the steady rise and fall of his bandaged chest.

“You need to wake up” Draco muttered. “I won’t have your death on my conscience”

There was no response, there never was a response.

It was better than sitting at home, sitting in mournful silence. The emptiness. After loosing his father, the funeral with barely ten attendees. The hate letters, blaming Draco for the losses in their family. Draco understood it was his wedding.

Although Draco was not self obsessed enough to realise the attack wasn’t just to punish him but to take out as many as possible. To punish all the Pure bloods. I suppose that’s what happens when the Dark Lord radicalised so many half bloods and outcasts, eventually they turned on each other.

He gently stroked Harry’s hand, “I hope you find comfort in this. You don’t deserve this Potter. It should be me laying there.”

Draco noticed as liquid slowly began to move up the tube. “I see Eating. When I’m talking, I can tell where your priorities lie Potter.” He traced his finger along the the tube until he found a small little device with a manual four level switch. “Okay if you’re hungry” and slid the tube up two notches. “Then I’ll make sure you’re full.”

The pace quickened suddenly, and a heavier flow went up the tube. For a second Draco was going to switch it back, and then Harry relaxed. It was obvious, but he seemed calmer.

“Apparently they underfeed you here. Seems a bit ludicrous Potter, you’re a beanpole as it is. If anything you need to grow bigger, if you were my friend. You’d actually have some weight to you.”

“So do you imagine his responses?” Theodore Nott asked as he leaned in the doorway. He wore a pair of light pink scrubs. “And as one of your real friends. I note my waistline is in check.”

“No. But I do think your care is painfully lacking” Draco replied. “You don’t need my hospitality.”

“Sure, use that excuse” Theodore rolled his eyes, “it’s his lunchtime, I came in to check he wasn’t choking.”

“Go ahead”

Theodore checked the tube carefully, “the flow is stronger than it should be.”

Draco considered weather to lie, but it was Theo. They knew each other too well. “I increased it slightly, he looked hungry.”

“Draco. Are you a medical practitioner?” Theodore glared. “Or are you someone who gave up trying to be healer when it got too hard?”

“No” Draco said shortly.

Theodore huffed and walked around and adjusted the device back. “Draco do not tamper with medical equipment, or I will not allow you in again. I will have to report you.”

A hand gripped Draco’s tightly. Draco looked down and Harry was holding his hand tightly.

“Theo.”

“Draco I’m serious. He could have choked.”

“Theo” Draco repeated tensely.

“What?”

“He’s holding my hand” Draco said trying to maintain control.

Theodore stared at Harry who tightly gripping Draco’s hand. “It’ll be a reflex. It can happen.” Theodore began to examine Harry carefully using his wand as a torch. “Harry? Are you awake?”

Harry’s eyes opened, and Draco felt his breath hitch in his chest.

“He’s awake” Theodore stared. “I’ll get a healer.”

Draco smiled relieved, Harry squeezed Draco’s hand twice. The tube in his mouth moving slightly. Draco smiled. “He wants the tube increased.”

“Draco.”

“Just a for a bit” Draco asked.

“Fine” Theo sighed, and switched it back.

Harry began to swallow and relaxed, “mhmm.”

Theo rolled his eyes, “I’m going to get a healer. If he chokes, it’s on you.”

“Yes, yes” Draco said dismissively. “You’re a bastard” he said to Harry.

Harry looked at Draco, squeezing his hand. His other hand now rested on his stomach. Draco hated that he could see that Harry was comfortable.

The healer arrived, and began checking on Harry.

“Mr Malfoy if you could step out of the room.”

“Right of course” Draco said getting up, he moved outside.

“Draco” Theo said going after him. “Don’t go yet. Harry has just woken up, and look Healer Cohn won’t be long” Theo resisted.

“Potter and I, we aren’t friends. It was just..”

“Draco. I know what it is, get a coffee. Then go back in.”

“His friends will want to see him, he doesn’t” Draco began.

“Draco. Stay.”

“I’m not a dog.”

“But you do like being the bitch” Theo replied with a smirk.

Draco frowned, “That’s uncalled for.”

“I know you find comfort talking to him. You need someone to talk to, so I’m not criticising it. I was at your fathers funeral, I know how much pain your in. You don’t want to talk to me or to Blaise about it.”

“You have your own lives. You don’t need to hear…”

“Draco, the only one who is judging you. Is yourself” Theo pointed out. “And the fact that you think that someone who was in a medical coma is the only person you can open up, says more about you.”

“She died in my arms. I didn’t love her and she died in my arms. My father killed himself for me. All I feel is guilt and all you and Theo tell me how lucky I am. I receive hate letters from every Pureblood family across Britain. They blame me. As a death eater I didn’t kill anyone. But that wedding. That feels like blood on my hands” Draco snapped.

“Draco. You are not a martyr, what happened was horrible. But it wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m going. Okay, call his actual friends, they’ll want to know how he is” Draco said sharply.

Theo sighed in frustration.

“Mr Malfoy, he’s asking for you” Healer Cohn said.

Draco caught Theo’s fierce glare, “Would you say no to him?”

Draco heisted, but sighed and walked into the hospital room. “You know I was semi conscious. I couldn’t move or talk. But I heard every word” Harry said with a smirk.

“I’m sorry” Draco winced.

“For what?” Harry said frowning.

“I wasn’t aware, that wasn’t fair of me.”

“I liked getting to know you. We’ve never been close, and it was like getting to know the real you.”

Draco sighed and returned to the seat.

“Thankyou for adjusting the switch, honestly I’ve been starving for a week. My stomach was just screaming for food. And it was like all week they were giving me the bare minimum.”

“It’s hardly the food at Hogwarts” Draco agreed.

“At least Madame Pomphrey made sure you’d get proper meals” Harry chuckled. “I could kill for a Hogwarts feast right now.”

“I’m sure now you’re awake they’ll get you some proper food” Draco reassured.

“I’m looking forward to the catheter not being shoved up my cock” Harry muttered.

“I imagine that would be very uncomfortable.”

“I’m sorry I missed your father’s funeral. But your eulogy sounded good” Harry smiled. “How is your mum doing?”

“She’s taking each day at a time, she’s staying with Aunt Andromeda. I have an aunt I never met before, but it’s good. I don’t know if Mum will ever come home. It doesn’t feel like home anymore.”

Harry nodded, “I understand, all too well” he admitted. “Could you get me something, my belongings are in the cupboard, could you bring me my keys?”

“Sure” Draco frowned as he got up and retrieved a key ring with various keys hanging off it. He handed it to Harry, who carefully removed one key and handed it Draco. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s a key to my place, I have a few spare bedrooms. Pick one and stay there. My roommates won’t mind, and it means you can stay somewhere that isn’t reminding you of trauma. Perhaps get a good night sleep.”

“It’s irritating you know all of that Potter.”

Harry grinned, “Your fault for opening up to me.”

“I’m not moving in.”

“Yes you are. Yes you are” Harry said firmly. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes, and huffed. “That won’t work on me.”

“It will” Draco pouted.

“No it won’t. Now move in.”

“Who are your roommates? I feel as though I’ll regret the answers.”

“Ron, Neville and Viktor.”

“Viktor?” Draco frowned.

“Krum” Harry clarified.

“You live with… Vik…Viktor Krum..”

Harry raised an eyebrow, “He is straight. However he is very loud, so you’ll no doubt hear him having sex at some point.”

Draco went a very deep red, “oh merlin you know everything.”

“Only what you told me” Harry reminded him. “Don’t be afraid to ask for help”

Draco huffed, “Merlin you’rere not going to take no as an answer are you.”

“You know me so well” Harry smiled. “Don’t stop visiting, I’ve enjoyed it.”

“Okay”

❧

Draco hesitated as he stood on the doorstep. The key tightly in hand, a trunk at his feet.

“Malfoy you can do this. Open the door.”

His hands didn’t move.

“Potter gave you permission and a key. He wants you here, and you need a decent nights sleep. So open the door and walk in.”

Draco remained still. He sighed and groaned in exasperation rubbing his face. He held the key up to his eyes, and stared at it. “We can’t stay here all day. Muggles will notice, or worse someone else will open the door. Draco pull yourself together.”

Draco finally pushed the key into the lock and turned it, the door opened inward. Draco grabbed the handle of his trunk, and carried it in.

The hall was dingy. With a faded carpet that ran up the center, to the left was a set of double doors followed by a second set. A large set of stairs reached up to the second floor. There was no one about, so Draco carefully made his way up the stairs. There was a portrait that was curtained off with a sign that read ‘Do not anger painting, unless wearing earplugs.’

The second floor had another set of double doors, that were open, from the looks of it. Some sort of sitting room.

Bedrooms, Draco carefully reminded himself.

“Hello”

Draco looked up to see Viktor Krum standing on the staircase wearing nothing but a pair of very tight towel around his waist. The water droplets running down his chest. Draco suddenly found his face becoming very warm. “Uh..umm Hello. Potter…Harry he gave me a key to move in? He’s awake…”

“Harry is awake?” Viktor’s eyes widened.

“Earlier this afternoon. I thought they would have told you” Draco admitted.

“I ave been at practice. I came home and jumped in the shower” Viktor explained. “And you are?”

“Draco. Draco Malfoy. Harry suggested I take one of the free bedrooms.”

“Ah of course, up the stairs. Fourth floor, the room opposite Ron’s is empty” Viktor explained.

Ron Weasley appeared in the doorway, and frowned at Draco. “Harrys bloody awake, and he lets you move in.”

“Yes” Draco said simply, noticing that Weasley’s sweater was looking a little tighter around his middle. He pursed his lips amused. “If I didn’t move in Harry would certainly nag me until I did. He’s made that quite clear.”

“Fine, it’s his bloody house” Ron huffed. “Are you going to tell Hermione.”

“I will get changed, and go get her from work” Viktor confirmed.

Draco frowned and looked at Ron, something in his expression that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He knew better than to pry. “I’ll settle in..” he said confining up the stairs. Glancing down at Viktor as he passed him. Staring at the way his thin body, had become more muscular in the years since the triwizard tournament.

If he was gay, Draco would make sure Vinod was bulging out in every direction. Something that was obviously occurring to Weasley. Draco found the fourth floor and found the bedroom. A four poster bed, a beside table, a desk and chair, and an empty bookcase all sat unused. While the walls were covered in a dark green wallpaper.

“Not bad” Draco muttered as he walked over to a set of curtains and revealed the window.

“I don’t know you conned Harry into this.”

Draco smirked and turned to see Ron glaring at him. “My dear tubby, Harry has insisted on this after I visited him regularly in hospital”

“And that’s it…HEY. I am not…tubby..” Ron said beginning to flush red.

Draco slid up Ron’s knitted jumper revealed the beginning of a spare tire. “This suggests otherwise.” Draco dragged his thumb across the surface and hooked it onto his bellybutton. “Personality I’m intrigued about what about to Granger, how in Merlin’s name did you screw that up.”

Ron’s face flushed red, but he didn’t move. His lips just parted his eyes widening. “Uhhh..”

“I think I melted your brain. How impressive” Draco chuckled he reached out and jiggled the flesh curiously. “You seem like the type who eats their feelings? I imagine that’s how this tummy has happened?” Ron nodded. “So aren’t over it. May I make a suggestion. Roommate to roommate.”

“No” Ron replied, although he hadn’t moved.

“I shall make it anyway. When it becomes a bit much, I find a litre of ice cream the muggle stuff, it’s far creamier. Does wonders for my emotional regulation. I think I passed a supermarket nearby…”

Ron swallowed thickly, he reached out and pulled Draco close hand on his back. “Harry…Is he…”

Draco winced and looked away.

Ron’s nervousness dissapeared with a grin. “You should take your own advice.”

“I’m well aware of my emotional failings tubby.”

Ron grinned at him, “I prefer weasel.”

“Well you are getting fat, I’ll have to come up with a new moniker, then. Do you ingrates have anything organised for your dinner?”

“We usually get takeaway. There’s a bunch of good places nearby. Chinese, Indian, fish and chips and a great pizza place.”

“That explains this rather neatly” Draco mused prodding Ron’s behind. “Your posterior is rather lacking. Nevermind, tonight I’ll make dinner for when you return.”

“Heh. Can’t wait” Ron snorted. “Try not to poison us.”

“I wouldn’t dare tubby” Draco said waving him away. Draco closed his door and held his fist in mouth. Groaning as his other hand palmed his erection. Weasley was fattening, potter was hungry. This was some sort of punishment for being a git for years. Here are two people you despise primed to be swollen up like sows. Draco sighed and removed his hand, trying to calm himself. “I can do this. I can do this. And I can maybe have a little fun.”

Chapter 4

Ron was relieved Harry was okay. Seeing him in bed talking. He had to step out when Hermione and Viktor started to fill him in about all the details. Neville just glazed over, Ron decided to take Draco’s and eat some ice cream. The hospital caff only ice lollies, so he inhaled five choc delights.

“Your Ron Weasley right?” Ron looked up and there was a thin boyish guy. He had dark hair and plump fat lips. And a nice jaw.

“Yesh…” Ron swallowed his mouth full of ice cream.

“Theo. I’m Harry’s nurse” he said sliding the chocolate bar across. “You also saved my life at Draco’s wedding.” Theo slid over another two Choc delights.

“Oh..erm thanks..” Ron murmuredchoclate dribbling down his chin. “You’re welcome.”

“It’s funny, Harry has been a great patient, but you could tell that he didn’t like being manhandled by the female nurses.”

Ron nodded and took another bite of the chocolate ice lolly. “Right, figures.”

“Harry never really had girlfriends at school. If I recall.”

“He did. They just didn’t last long” Ron admitted.

“Can’t imagine why that might be” Theo scoffed.

Ron frowned, “wha…”

“Harry is bent as a broomstick. It’s how I knew he preferred me as a nurse” Theo whose hand was flat on the table lifted a finger.

“Oh.”

“Anyway. I mostly just wanted to say look after Draco. I know you all don’t get along. But he’s struggling right now. He’s sort of mortified he’s been using Harry as a sounding board. And it turned out he was semi conscious.”

Ron snorted loudly, “Did no one tell him?”

“It was far more amusing to see how long it would take him to figure it out” Theo chuckled.

Ron licked the stick clean, before he grabbed one of the new chocolate ice lollies. Unwrapping it quickly. “I’ll give him shit, but I won’t be too hard on him. He gave me some good advice.”

Theo looked down at the ice lollies and smiled, “Of course. He is annoyingly perceptive about others. But often blind to his own.”

“Enjoy your snack. I have to get back to work” Theo smiled as he smiled at Ron amused. Ron smiled back, watching Theo in his tight nurses outfit, as he walked out.

Ron finished the ice lollies and returned to Harry’s room. “Where’d you go?” harry asked.

“Went to get a snack.”

“Oh, Honestly Ron” Hermione huffed. Ron ignored the comment.

“You should have brought me one” Harry said. “It’s been two hours since lunch and I’m starving.”

“I don’t think you can eat food from the cafeteria Harry” Hermione warned.

“I’m still hungry” Harry muttered. “Apparently I have to stay here for a few weeks. They want to run more tests..”

“Well it was a nasty hex mate” Ron pointed out.

“Nah they said that was fine, it was apparently they’ve caught a blood malediction in my system.”

Ron gaped at Harry, “Someone blood cursed you. Harry, that’s been outlawed for decades.”

“They’re trying to figure out what it is” Harry shrugged. “How bad could it be.”

“They can be really serious Harry” Ron said firmly. “It’s pureblood thing. A way to mark out disagreements. I’m gonna kill Malfoy.”

“It wasn’t Malfoy” Harry huffed. “Leave him alone. It was obviously one of the attackers..”

“Yeah there’s one unaccounted for” Ron admitted. “He’s gone underground.”

“He won’t turn up, or if he does he’ll have no nose and be very angry about me” Harry grinned.

“Don’t joke about that” Hermione frowned. “Ron will find him.”

There was the sound of a xylophone followed by a female voice. “It is five minutes until visiting hours end. Please say your goodbyes.”

They all said goodbye to Harry, before they headed back to Grimauld Place. They were hit by the overwhelming smell of delicious food. Ron stomach gurgled, he followed the smell.

“Blimey what’s that?” Neville asked arriving behind him.

Ron headed downstairs to the kitchen, Draco was stirring a pot over the stove. Wearing an apron.

“Ah your back. Just in time” Draco smiled. He gestured to the table. “I’ll plate you some up.”

Ron sat down perhaps a little too quickly. But a bowl that was bulging with delicious creamy carbonara sat begging to eaten. “Woah..”

Draco lifted the napkin and tucked it into Ron’s collar. “There’s plenty for you” He reassured. “It’ll just keep refilling, until you’re full.”

“Err thanks” Ron smiled as Draco returned to the stove. As he stirred four pots carefully. Ron began to eat shoveling a large mouthful into his mouth. Greedily consuming the cream filled and bacon loaded pasta. His cheeks bulging as he ate. His bowl steadily remaining full. Like he was barely making a dent. “This is good” Ron groaned.

“I’m a rather good cook, certainly better than take out.”

Ron nodded as he scooped another mouthful in.

“What’s that smell?” Neville asked. As he stood in the doorway with Hermione and Viktor.

“Dinner” Draco smiled.

“Malfoy?” Hermione frowned.

Viktor and Neville sat down at the table, and Draco levitated their serves over. Hermione stood in the doorway resisting.

Ron looked over at Draco as he chewed and from his eyes he was noticing one thing. Her chubbier rounder figure. “You’re looking healthy Granger. Have you lost weight?, you look awfully thin”

Hermione blushed suddenly feeling slightly less self concerned. “Oh Merlin, I thought I looked fat.”

“You? Hardly” Draco scoffed.

“Why don’t you go sit with Viktor and I’ll set you a place. Now I have made dessert too” Draco said as he ushered Hermione to a chair. “I figured as your newest roommate, I ought to put my best foot forward.”

“It is delicious” Viktor nodded. Neville agreed his cheeks bulging with food.

Draco sat beside Ron and smiled appreciatively. The seat at the head at the table evident kept for Harry.

❧

Draco’s cooking might have been better than his Mum’s cooking. Not that Ron would ever say that out loud. But it was very good.

He’d eaten what he guessed would have had to have been three serves of carbonara. Maybe four. That was before he’d even thought about pudding

“Draco. That was delicious” Hermione smiled wiping her mouth.

“It was no trouble” Draco smiled. “Apparently there is a rotating schedule of poor eating habits.”

“The take away is not that bad” Viktor reassured.

“Everytime I’m here you’re eating it” Hermione chuckled.

“Urrrrrrrppppp” Ron belched loudly.

“Ron!” Hermione grimaced.

“It’s the passing of gas. If it’s not that it would be something else” Draco pointed out.

“Boys are all the same” Hermione huffed.

“There is nothing wrong with burping. Now I am exhausted” Viktor smiled rubbing his belly. “Thankyou for dinner” he said to Draco. “Urrrrrrppppp” Viktor belched loudly.

Hermione said nothing.

Ron frowned at that, but caught Draco shaking his head. “Goodnight” he offered with a polite smile.

Hermione and Viktor walked out both craving their swollen stomachs.

“That was impressive growth Ron” Draco admitted.

“Thanks, I wanted to…”

“I know. But that’s the thing. You have to move on eventually” Draco reassured. “And you’re trying.”

“Next step is dating” Neville grinned. “And thanks for the dessert. Merlin I feel so full” Neville lifted up his shirt and slapped his belly playfully. “This spare tire is never leaving me.”

Draco chuckled, “One step at a time, you don’t need to rush. I’m not.”

“Yes. I’m sorry about your fiance. How long were you together” Neville said gently.

“A couple of months. It was arranged, I did it to appease my family.” we’d become good friends. But it was never love, I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love.”

“Good. Because I could never see why anybody in their right mind dates Pansy Parkinson. She seems like the girl would cut your bedsheets up at night if you looked at a girl with massive tits” Ron declared.

“Pansy and I, well she knew I liked boys. So she covered for me. I indulged it” Draco murmured.

“We’re pretty sure Harry’s gay too” Neville groaned getting up. “But it Doesn’t matter, it’s not the 18th century anymore. Marry who you love, there are too many things in life that can go wrong. Marry for love or don’t marry” Neville said firmly. “Goodnight guys. Thanks again for the dinner.”

“And then there was two” Draco sighed.

“Neville’s right. I think that might have been the problem about hermione. We were friends so long, it was hard to tell if we truly loved each other. Or just knew each other too well.”

Draco smiled and squeezed Ron’s hand. “See you are getting there.”

“I’m gonna go to bed. Because there is an almighty fart I’m holding in” Ron admitted.

Draco laughed, “Goodnight tubby.”

Ron heaved himself up rubbing his gut, as he walked out of the kitchen. Maybe he was getting over Hermione. That was good.

Chapter 5

Harry tapped the bottom of the pudding cup as the remains slowly dripped into his mouth. He savoured it as he swallowed, he patted his gut as he lay the cup on the table. It added to a pile of ten that he’d shaped into a pudding cup pyramid.

He heard voices in the corridor outside, and a little part of him hoped it meant that Draco had arrived. He looked forward to it every day, it had become a constant. And he enjoyed the company. He had other visitors of course. But Draco was different, and he didn’t have a look of worry. That suddenly he would take a terrible turn. Hagrid had visited and spent the whole time crying.

“Granny, which room is it” A young enthusiastic voice called.

“You’re looking for room 301. It’ll have a three, a zero and a one” Andromeda reassured.

Sure enough a boy whose hair was now dark and raven coloured grinned and raced into the room. “Uncle Harry!”

“Teddy” Harry smiled.

Teddy began to heave himself onto the bed and hugged Harry tightly. Harry couldn’t help but hug him back. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. Granny said we shouldn’t visit until you’re much better” Teddy declared looking up, he had chocolate over his fingers and he’d left handprints on the hospital gown, they almost matched the pudding stains. “You feel much cuddlier”

“That’s all the sitting on my bottom.”

Andromeda swept in and smiled warmly, “Glad to see your looking better Harry.”

“I’m ready to go home. But they want to keep for some more tests” Harry explained.

As Andromeda moved further in, she was followed by to Harry’s surprise Narcissa Malfoy. She wore all black and offered a weak smile. “Hello Harry, I’m glad to see your feeling better. Draco and I are glad to see your doing well.”

Interesting, something highly suggested Draco hadn’t told his mother he’d been visiting.

“Considerably, How was Lucius funeral?” Harry asked, pulling Teddy into his lap.

“It was small, but given the circumstances.”

“Of course” Harry nodded.

“How is your recovery? I would have thought you’d be home by now.”

“Apparently they found a trace of a blood malediction after I woke up, it wasn’t there when I was admitted. So they’re doing all sorts of tests trying to figure out what it is.”

“A blood curse? Merlin, I can’t think how anyone managed that” Andromeda gasped. “Have they narrowed it down?”

“Just that isn’t lethal” Harry shrugged.

“How on earth could someone have managed that” Andromeda said shaking her head. “Honestly, there’s a reason they’re illegal.”

“My chest did explode, so there wasn’t exactly a shortage of blood” Harry pointed out. “But look I’m not dead, that’s the important thing.”

Narcissa nodded, “Precisely. I think it’s best not to worry. They’ll figure out what it is.”

“Yeah”

“Will that be soon?” Teddy asked hopefully.

“I hope so” Harry grinned.

“I’ve missed going on ventures with you” Teddy said prodding Harry’s belly curiously.

“Me too. We’ll have one soon” Harry promised.

“Teddy don’t prod him” Andromeda warned. “Once you get out, I’m sure you can get back to your usual routine.”

“Can I see your scar.” Teddy asked.

“Not at the moment, but it’s not that exciting” Harry admitted.

“Afternoon Theo” Draco’s voice said in the hallway.

Harry tensed slightly, as Draco swept in and stopped dead in the doorway. “Hello Harry, now I’ve brought you lunch, and more clean clothes. You need to clean your bedroom honestly….”

“Morning Draco” Harry smiled. “I have some visitors.”

“I can see that. Hello Mother” Draco said straightening.

Harry grinned and Draco shot him an annoyed glare. Harry debated if he should help him but decided not to. “Draco actually has been visiting me every day. Even before I woke up. He was wonderful company” Harry offered. Draco scowled at Harry.

“Really?” Narcissa said intrigued.

“I was concerned over his wellbeing” Draco said calmly. He undid the bag and handed Harry a container of food. “That should tide you over until dinner. Also stop bribing the catering lady to bring you the uneaten pudding cups.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Do you like my pyramid.”

“A work of art” Draco replied flatly.

“Hello Cousin Draco” Teddy smiled.

“Hello Second Cousin Edward.”

“Teddy” Harry corrected.

“That’s not his name” Draco said firmly as he picked up a bin and swept the pyramid in. “Also you need a shower.”

“The female nurse was on.”

“You’re ridiculous. I’ll tell Theo to do it before he finishes” Draco said shaking his head. “You’re as bad as your roommates. I’ve had to council his romance woes and teach him how to cast a silencing charm on his room.”

Andromeda looked confused.

“Hermione is dating Harry’s other roommate Viktor Krum. And they practice loud vocal exercises” Draco suggested.

“That’s a euphemism” Harry added,

“What’s a euphemism?” Teddy asked.

“Well it’s when you use a different word. Instead of the one we mean” Harry said.

“Isn’t that lying?” Teddy asked.

“Mhmm. Not quite, a little different” Harry smiled. He looked up at Draco, “But you’re enjoying spending more time at my house.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed.

“Darling?” Narcissa asked.

Draco sighed, “I’m staying at Harry’s house. I wasn’t sleeping well at the manor.”

“Neither was I” Narcissa admitted honestly.

“You should visit once I’m back. I keep telling Draco he needs to introduce himself to his Great Aunt.”

Andromeda laughed, and Narcissa looked confused. “He’s living at Grimauld Place.”

Narcissa made a face of disgust. “Really?”

“It’s not that bad” Harry chuckled.

“It isn’t. And no, I’m avoiding the painting. Can’t you remove it.”

“Permanent sticking charm” Harry explained.

“She would” Narcissa said shaking her head. “Horrid woman.”

Healer Cohn walked into the room, “Ah lovely, I’m glad to see your boyfriend is here. I can tell you both at once.”

Draco and Harry paled.

“Oh we’re not” Harry began.

“Definitely not” Draco agreed.

“Never” Harry added.

“Never Ever” Draco corrected.

Andromeda and Narcissa shared a dubious look.

“Well anyway, I have an update on your Blood Malediction.”

“Narrowed it down?” Harry asked.

“It’s benign. So as we thought it’s not lethal.”

“Right. But is it medical, will it affect his ability to have children or the like” Draco asked.

“No not at all. It doesn’t fit that criteria. The curse in the simplest terms, affects your weight. Essentially you Mr Potter will be unable to control your waistline, and you will steadily get fatter. If we’ve noticed a fifty percent increase in your appetite.”

“Is that all? Oh that’s not that bad” Harry dismissed.

“Precisely” Draco agreed. “He can manage a bit of extra weight. He’s so thin..”

“I would advise restraint nevertheless” The healer hesitated but decided not to push it. “As it stands. I feel comfortable discharging you Harry.”

“However you will need a carer to assist for a few weeks.”

“I’ll look after him” Draco insisted.

“Splendid I’ll give this to you to fill out” The Healer nodded.

“So Harry?” Narcissa began. “How many children do you intend to have?”

“I’m an orphaned only child. So I want to over compensate with a big family” Harry admitted, he glanced over at Draco.

“I think that sounds wonderful” Narcissa smiled.

“What was that mother?” Draco frowned oblivious.

“Nothing darling” She replied winking at Harry. Harry flushed red, Draco seemed not to notice.

“Alright” Theodore smiled, “Everything’s signed, you’re ready to be discharged” he looked sympathetically at Harry. “Good luck.”

“Why on earth does he need luck for?” Draco scoffed.

“Putting up with you for extended periods” Theodore smirked. “You’rere a handful Draco.”

Harry leaned back slightly and checked out Draco’s rear. It was fat, and taut a devious thought started to raise in his head. “He certainly is” Harry agreed, before he realised what he’d said.

Theo raised an eyebrow, “subtle.”

“Hmm?” Draco said obliviously.

“Nothing Draco” Theodore chuckled.

“You’ll have to have us over.”

“Definitely you’re all welcome” Harry nodded. “Saturday night perhaps?”

“Viktor has his big game on Friday night, and so he’ll be sobered up by then” Harry suggested.

“Harry your recovering” Draco huffed.

“Exactly, and I need to socialise. I know you rather well know. I don’t see why I can’t host your friends” Harry pointed out.

“Because I don’t want to host my friends.”

“I think it’s a good idea. Bury a few hatchets” Theo agreed.

“In other people you mean” Draco hesitated.

“Draco” Harry reassured. “I think it’s a good idea.”

“I ran into Daphne, might be a good idea to invite her. Give you a chance to talk” Theo suggested.

Draco visibly winced, “I’d rather..”

“You can’t hide from your problems forever” Harry said squeezing Draco’s hand. “If you’re concerned I could play mediator.”

“Fine, fine. Dinner on Saturday night” Draco groaned. “Honestly you’re such a pain.”

“You love it” Harry grinned.

“Unfortunately” Draco sighed.

Both suddenly realised what they had admitted. Looked slightly horrified, Theo just looked innocent. Smiling in quiet amusement. Theo was tempted to let the moment hang, but decided to rescue them. “Now make sure you take the potions daily, and given you’ve bribed our catering staff so well. There’s a box of pudding cups going to your house.”

“You’re going to look like a pudding cup soon” Draco sighed prodding Harry’s stomach. Surprise crossing his face as he found it softer than he expected, “Right. I better go wheel him downstairs I assume?”

“That’s right Draco, and no you can’t return him” Theo said shaking his head.

Chapter 6

The Downfall Part 1

“Potter?” Draco’s voice carried concern as he moved up the stairs.

Harry felt panic as he looked down, his had wrapped around his cock. On the verge of ejaculation. “Uhhh…” He moaned too far gone.

The door opened and with the worst timing, Harry came and splatted Draco in the face.

“Uhh” Harry said his words well and truly failing him.

“Pot.” Draco paused as he felt it dribble down his face. “Scourgify” he said wand in hand. As his face quickly cleaned itself. “Lock your door” Draco snapped glaring.

“I’ve had a catheter in my cock for weeks. You shouldn’t barge into people’s bedrooms” Harry glared.

“Well Dinner is ready, I assume you can manage to get dressed” Draco snarled.

“Draco!” Harry called after him, he practically fell off the bed as he grabbed a sweater pulling it on, and fishing out a pair of underwear and pulling it on. “Can we…” Harry declared as he burst out of his bedroom.

Hermione stood on the staircase, eyebrow raised. “He went upstairs. Muttering something about stupidly good aim?”

Harry winced, “oops.”

“Your going to put on pants right?” Hermione prompted.

“Yes” Harry huffed and retreated back into his bedroom. He pulled on trousers and stepped out. “Sorry” he muttered deciding not to mention Draco had walked on him.

“Ron’s become friends with him” Hermione muttered. “Why did you invite him here anyway.”

“Because, his fiancé died in his arms, and he needed a distraction” Harry admitted. “He visited me every day. Unlike…”

“I had work Harry James Potter” Hermione said firmly.

“That tone doesn’t work on me” Harry said wryly. “But he’s mellowed, give him a chance.”

Hermione huffed annoyed, “Sorry. I have been a bit tired lately. Haven’t been able to think straight” she admitted.

“You’re probably overworked” Harry offered. “I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Harry walked up the stairs and found Draco walking down. Looking like nothing had happened. “Draco…I. I’m sorry. It’s just I wasn’t focusing on anything else, and then I was thinking about uhh things and you walked in and. I’m sorry.”

Draco raised a hand, “It was mistake. For barging in.”

“No please. Barge in anytime. It’s no problem” Harry reassured.

“You’d like me to barge in when your…” Draco rubbed his temple.

“No I just mean, I want you to feel welcome here” Harry reassured.

“I do” Draco said calmly.

“Great. Good” Harry nodded firmly.

“We should go have dinner” Draco commented. “It’ll get cold, and I know you’re starving.”

“I’m not starving, but I could eat” Harry replied, his stomach gurgling loudly, in confirmation.

“Clearly….” Draco smirked. “You’re swelling up Potter.”

“If you sat on your arse for a month, you’d put on a stone or two” Harry replied. “I’d be curious to see that.”

Draco’s cheeks flushed slightly, “I can’t imagine that will ever happen.” He replied walking down the stairs and leaving Harry confused in his wake.

“Wait Draco” Harry groaned went after him. “I’m going to exercise. I’m supposed to I mean, you could join me. Or something…”

“Or something?” Neville said looking over at Viktor. “What happened to teaching Harry how to talk confidently.”

Viktor shrugged, “Harry is a lost cause. What was it that Ronald’s sister said. A Chaos magnet.”

Harry shot them both a look as he caught up to Draco, and put his hand on his shoulder. Draco flinched and pulled away, he turned and glared severely at Harry. Who pulled his hand back. “Sorry. I just…”

“Yes?” Draco asked.

Harry sighed, he didn’t really know what he was supposed to say. “Thankyou for organising dinner. I appreciate it, it’s a lot of work and you’re not obliged to.”

The tense atmosphere softened slightly, “Thankyou” he said with a gentle nod. “Do hurry, or it’ll get cold.”

❧

Harry frowned as his plate suddenly refilled, he had been making rather good progress on the pasta. He patted his stomach dubiously. As if concerned it had been transported out of his gullet.

“Mate, Draco puts refilling charms on it” Ron said with a greedy gleam in his eye. That reminded Harry of Ron during any of the Hogwarts feasts.

“Oh right” Harry swallowed staring at the full bowl. It was good food, he just sort of wished he’d been warned. Since getting home, he had begun to notice how much more he was eating. He knew it was the curse of course, but with nothing else to do in hospital but indulge it. Returning home meant he was aware how out of routine he was. And that he was beginning to get out of shape.

Beginning was perhaps underselling it, he was getting out of shape. He had a put on a stone. And there was only so long Harry could blame his hospital stay.

But there was a voice, that was telling him not to bother. That it was all a part of getting older. That he should just relax.

“Draco. I think perhaps I might have a salad tomorrow.”

Draco suddenly looked up from the rather spirited conversation he’d been having with Hermione. “What?” He looked genuinely startled.

Harry fiddled with the fork stirring the pasta in the bowl. “For dinner. I’ll make it. I’m gonna go for a walk tomorrow.”

“Excuse me you will not” Draco said firmly. “You’re still recovering how will a salad assist with that.”

“I just want to eat something healthier. Not that your cooking is bad, I just want something healthier.”

Draco’s eyebrow shot up severely. “Regretting the pudding cups are we?”

“No” Harry protested quickly.

“Sure” Draco relented he looked at Harry with concerning amusement. “I assume no dessert?”

“Uh. I mean I won’t say no too a little bit” Harry backpedaled. It was dessert, who says no to that.

Draco smiled seemingly satisfied for reasons Harry didn’t understand. He forced himself to eat another two bowls of pasta. He should have stopped after two, but he was still a little hungry. And he didn’t feel completely full, well he felt full. But he definitely had room for dessert.

Draco cleared Harry’s plate and soon dessert bowls appeared with a delicious butterscotch pudding and ice cream. It was a rather large serving, but it smelt delicious. Harry greedily ate, he wasn’t sure at what point he lost track of time. But the pudding didn’t seem to run out.

“Harry?” Draco said his hand wrapping around Harry’s. The one Harry was holding the spoon tightly.

“Mhmm?” He said swallowing.

“You’ve eaten four bowls” Draco said gently, “You seem to zone out a little.” The note of concern clear in his voice.

“Must have been hungry?” Harry answered, although even he didn’t seem sure now.

Then like the ebb and flow of the waves. The pain in Harry’s gut crashed in. He let out a pained groan as the fullness in his gut overwhelm him.

Draco was beside him, his knees spread as leaning in. His hands cupped Harry’s swollen stomach. As it bulged against t-shirt, one of Dudley’s old ones that at eleven had been loose but now fit comfortably. Draco slid it up and slowly massaged the swollen dome. Firmly massaging his bloated dome of a pot belly.

Harry felt a slow pressure rapidly building. He groaned weakly, his face rapidly going redder. He couldn’t, do it. Not infront of Draco.

“Let it out” Draco reassured giving him permission.

Harry ejaculated a thunderous belch. He sunk back in the chair slightly, his face still looking pained.

“It’s curious you know. Sweets seem to be your weakness. You can’t say no to them can you?” Draco wondered out loud.

All Harry could offer in response was another burp, this one a little more restrained and less pained.

“Yes. I thought as much. You’re still hungry” Draco nodded, as if he understood the language of belches. Draco rose to his feet and retrieved a container of chocolate ice cream.

The smell of it, caused Harry’s cock to twitch. “Moooar…” Harry groaned licking his lips piggishly.

“Of course Potter, why would you think I would neglect you” Draco reassured. He held the container of ice cream and tapped it with his wand. In seconds it melted into a thick chocolate soup. “Much better this way I imagine.”

Harry nodded in agreement licking his lips expectantly. A feverish desire to continue eating sweets building up once more. He grabbed the container and immediately began chugging it. Pouring it greedily into his mouth and down his throat. The chocolate ice cream sludge tasting delicious.

The voice telling him to stop was smothered now. It had drowned in melted ice cream.

“Greedy Potter, I have some more. How much can you handle? I think you’ve lost control of your appetite” Draco teased, enjoying himself far too much. Harry however was far too full and hungry to offer any protest. The empty ice cream contained was plied from fingers and another was soon in its place. “Go on Porky. Can you say no?”

Harry swallowed thickly and raised the container to his lips and began to swallow.

“I thought not. Good” Draco said with delight. “Drink up”

❧

Harry scratched his arse, he wasn’t quite won over the running shorts he found at then back of the wardrobe. At least they had an elastic waist, but they revealed practically all of his pale legs, and he was mildly concerned his cock might fall out if he jogged to vigerously.

“Here you go Neville, that’s lunch for you. Will you be home for dinner?” Draco asked as he hovered near the front hall.

“Ah, probably not. Hannah and I have date night” Neville explained.

“Of course. Have fun” Draco smiled as Neville wandered into the sitting room and dissapeared into the floo. “And then there was one.”

Harry watched Draco for a moment, as the facade fell. And he sighed deeply. He straightened and smiled a little softer now. Harry headed downstairs feeling self conscious in his choice of clothes.

Draco spotted him instantly, and frowned slightly. “Potter what are you..”

“Workout clothes” Harry said.

“I thought you’d gone off that idea” Draco said curiously.

Harry shook his head, “I’m getting a pot belly. I need to get back in shape. Before my arms start turning to flab”

Draco’s lips curled into a smile. “Of course, I won’t stop you” he nodded. “Just don’t over do it. We don’t want you back in hospital.”

“Don’t worry, just a bit of a jog” Harry promised.

“Of course. I’m going to go out to run an errand to the shops. Don’t forget your keys” Draco warned.

“Ah” Harry sighed, “I’ll get them” he muttered as he lumbered back upstairs.

“Oh, and Kreacher should have brought a parcel up. A get well offering from the ministry I believe” Draco called after him.

Harry trudged up the stairs, to his bedroom. He opened the door and sitting on the bed was an open box of chocolates. ‘Get well soon Harry’ read the card that had been left from the Aurors.

“One couldn’t hurt?” Harry muttered. He reached down and popped one into his mouth. And then he grabbed another, and then a handful, chewing the chocolate greedily. He blinked and reached for the tray and there was more chocolate there. Before he could think better, he kept eating.

“Urrrpppp” the belch broke his reviere. His belly groaned grumbling for more. He looked down at the chocolate tray. Half a dozen empty spots refilled. Harry quickly shut the lid, swallowing as his mouth watered at the temptation. He forced himself to his feet, and grabbed his keys as he walked out of the room. He rubbed his belly, it wasn’t full.

He ignored the voice telling him he could eat more. He headed downstairs, Draco was sitting on the couch writing what seemed to be a shopping list. Without even glancing at Harry, he held up a chocolate bar. “Something to snack on” he suggested.

“Right yeah” Harry nodded. “Thanks.”

“Don’t injure yourself” Draco warned watching him amsued.

Harry shook his head and headed out the front door. He glanced down at the chocolate bar in his hand and began unwrapping it. There wasn’t any harm in eating it first. He took a bite and it crunched audibly in his mouth. He immediately felt himself relax, and slowly walked down the street. Taking big bites with every step.

Harry made it as far as the corner shop on the next block. He had run out of chocolate and started licking his fingers. Wondering if it was that bad if he bought another chocolate bar or two. “One won’t hurt” he muttered as he pushed open the door. Harry was instantly distracted by the shelves of chocolate.

One chocolate bar, rapidly became twelve and Harry eventually placed a large mountain of chocolate onto the counter. Harry fumbled and pulled out a handful of notes.

“A bag?”

“Yes” Harry agreed sheepishly, as he looked at the pile of chocolate. It was dangerous to go shopping when you’re hungry. He carried the bag which bulged. Over to a bench across the road and sat down and began to eat.

He felt a little guilty, he couldn’t even manage too blocks without having to eat. Maybe he did have a problem. He didn’t mind that much. It wasn’t long before he demolished his purchase. Chocolate stained his lips and chin, his fingers and even his shirt now had stains on it. The bag filled with wrappers with only a couple of bars left.

“Didn’t get very far did you?”

“Come to gloat?” Harry muttered.

Draco sat on the bench beside him, “No I didn’t. I’m not that mean.” Although he did lean over and stroke Harry’s belly. “Nice and bloated. You’ve had a chocolate feast today.”

“I did” Harry groaned. “Urrrrrrrpppp” he belched.

“I couldn’t help myself” Harry muttered. “I keep loosing control around sweets.”

“I know. It’s rather endearing” Draco admitted. “You’re changing Harry, your life is revolving around food. And it’s getting harder for you to fight it. So Let’s go home, I’ll cook you a big pancake breakfast. You can forget about exercise.”

“Yeah. You’re probably right,” Harry reached into the bag and handed Draco a chocolate bar. “Here.”

“Thanks” Draco smiled unwrapping it. He tapped it against Harry’s. “Cheers.”

Harry snorted and grunted as he greedily chewed the chocolate bar. He watched as Draco chewed, eating it as easily as he did. He decided it was probably wiser not to mention it. “So, Were you following me?”

“Yes” Draco replied. “I was worried” Harry frowned at him. “You are still recovering, exercise can put a strain on your body. If you are that seriously concerned about your weight there are exercises that can be done.”

Harry shifted slightly, “I just felt self conscious. I’m becoming my cousin..”

“Your cousin?” Draco questioned unfamiliar.

“He’s a muggle, mum’s side. He was very spoiled by his parents and he became so very fat” Harry said wryly. “They tried putting him on these terrible diets and he just got bigger… fatter… greedier..”

Draco’s eyes widened, “Oh.”

“Huh?” Harry frowned.

“You’re jealous” Draco said his hand rubbing Harry’s belly gently. “You envy everything he had? because I imagine you were never treated that way.”

Harry laughed defensively, “I don’t. He looked like a killer whale.”

“And part of you wishes you were too” Draco mused. “It certainly makes sense.” He considered for a moment as he removed a handkerchief and licked it gently. He began to wipe the chocolate from Harry’s lips. “Perhaps we should invite him to dinner. Not the party, that would be ridiculous. I think I’d like to meet this cousin of yours.”

“Really?” Harry’s breath hitched in his throat. Draco was so close, he reached out and cupped his hip.

“We have the house to ourselves” Draco suggested. “You hardly want to spend it alone with me.”

“Oh I do” Harry agreed. Draco looked startled for a moment before he composed himself. “Dinner sounds good. I’ll call Dudley. See if he’s free”

“Now let’s go back. And you can have breakfast” Draco affectionately prodded Harry’s belly.

“Breakfast sounds great” Harry admitted as he purposely leaned into Draco. So his gut would nudge him regularly. Harry noticed how Draco’s cheeks now had a gentle blush.

Chapter 6

The Downfall Part 2

Harry wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to invite his cousin round. But he had been on good terms when he’d last seen Dudley last. He’d always meant to catch up, but he lost track of time. Life got in the way.

“Don’t look so pained” Draco said reassuringly. He patted Harry’s chest. “I’m here, and I’m hardly going to leave you to the wolves.”

“Right. Yeah of course” Harry nodded swallowing. “What’s dinner?”

“Roast chicken, with all the sides you could imagine” Draco smiled. “And Chocolate Pudding for dessert.”

Harry smiled, “Better than what could have managed” he admitted. “I end up using lots of butter.”

“It is an essential cooking ingredient” Draco said wryly.

Harry found it odd how comfortable he was around Draco. The doorbell rang interrupting him before he could think on it any further. He’d figured out a temporary way to make the house visible to muggles. But it was so difficult that Harry had preliminary decided that next time they’d go out for dinner. He opened the front door and Dudley Dursley stood with a polite but nervous smile.

“I brought beer” Dudley said holding up a six pack.

(Description)

“Big D” Harry grinned hugging him warmly. “Welcome.”

“So this is your house? And I’m still living with Mum and Dad” Dudley said looking around.

“In inherited it from my Godfather” Harry grinned.

Dudley looked around curiously, “So do you live alone or?”

“No I have roommates. One of them is cooking tonight” Harry explained.

Dudley pointed at the curtain, “what’s that?”

“Oh. Portrait of the previous owner. The sign is very accurate” Harry said quietly. He led Dudley into the sitting room, Draco was smiling politely.

“You must be Harry’s cousin? I’m Draco, Draco Malfoy” he said with warm charm as he offered a hand.

Dudley shook it firmly, “Dudley. I brought beer.”

“Spendid, I’m sure you and Harry will drink them all” He reassured. “Can I get you anything to start?”

“Oh. Just a bottle opener” Dudley smiled, slightly bemused.

“Of course” Draco said and returned with a bottle opener. “Harry didn’t inform me of you have any allergies.”

“Oh I’ll eat anything” Dudley reassured patting his gut.

“Splendid, you’ll fit in nicely. Harry’s becoming much the same” Draco commented.

“Harry? He’s a beanpole” Dudley chuckled.

“Thanks Draco” Harry murmured.

“Can I get you anything?” Draco enquired.

“Saving room for dinner” Harry admitted. Dudley was looking at him curiously. As Draco walked out, presumably to check on dinner.

“He seems nice” Dudley said politely, “reminds me of some of the guys I went to school with.”

“He’s mellowed” Harry admitted. “Do you want a tour?” He asked as Dudley handed him a beer.

“Sure” Dudley smiled.

Harry took a large swig of beer, his pot belly gurgling happily. Dudley looked at him curiously. As he followed Harry around the house. Harry showed Dudley around the house, he was suitably impressed. Harry had to admit he enjoyed that immensely.

“I apologise for interrupting your tour?” Draco said as he found them in the library. “Dinner is ready.”

“Brilliant. I’m starving” Dudley grinned. “You made a lot, right?”

Draco chuckled, “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“He overcooks constantly, it’s a nightmare. But we’re never hungry” Harry grinned.

“You don’t say” Dudley nodded intrigued. Draco walked out smiling as he glanced at both Harry and Dudley. “Is he single?”

Harry straightened suddenly, “what?”

“Simple question? He seems gay as hell”

“Yes. But he just got out of an arranged marriage, I don’t think he likes guys.”

“He’s definitely gay, he keeps looking like he wants to ride the really big D” Dudley grinned cockily.

Harry grimaced suddenly at the mental image that floated to the surface. Something else bubbled underneath. “He won’t be” Harry said firmly.

“Your not dating are you?” Dudley asked catching his tone.

“Err no. We’re friends?” Harry answered, a little uncertain if he and Draco were friends. Or if Harry was just a project that was a happy distraction.

“Interesting” Dudley said as he lumbered out, his ass jiggling with every slow step.

Harry wondered if his arse would start jiggling eventually. They headed down to the dining room, where Draco had set up a considerable spread.

“Fuck me” Dudley swore at the sight. “This is just for the three of us?” He was practically drooling at the sight of the all the findings.

“Is it too much?” Draco asked innocently. Harry was about to remark it was, when Draco answered for him. “Harry can manage this easily. Perhaps a little coaxing.”

Harry was going to kill Draco.

“Getting fat are we Harry?” Dudley chuckled not quite buying into Draco’s suggestion. He reached over and patted Harry’s stomach squeezing it with his fat fingers. “You’re getting tubby” he said in awe.

Harry felt his face become very hot, “It’s nothing.”

“All the guys are are healthy eaters, I enjoy keeping up with their appetites” Draco smiled.

“So you enjoy a man with a healthy appetite. Lucky boyfriend” Dudley said as he sat.

Harry frowned, unmoving. A feeling of irritation washing over him.

“Harry’s not my boyfriend. Potter isn’t bent as a broomstick like I am” Draco replied winking.

Harry paled. Draco was gay.

“Harry mentioned you were in an arranged marriage” Dudley asked as he tucked a napkin into his collar.

“Yes. My preference was why it was arranged” Draco said with a shrug. “It was to appease my father.”

“My parents don’t mind, as long as I don’t catch aids. My aunt is gay, so it runs in my dad’s family.

“Aunt Marge is gay?” Harry burst out perplexed.

Dudley looked at him as if he was thick, “She raised pit bulls and smoked. Of course she’s a lesbian. Was a lesbian, she had a heart attack last year.”

Harry held back every urge to snap good.

“I’m sorry” Draco said politely.

“She was beastly” Dudley admitted. “But at least it meant my parents were cool with me being gay. Their fault for sending me to a boys school.”

Harry frowned, “Your parents can’t be fine with you being gay.”

“Why not? They might hate wizards. But they’re not homophobic” Dudley frowned.

“They hate the wizards?” Draco laughed almost fondly. “That’s hilarious.”

“Yeah. Made for a great childhood” Harry muttered darkly.

Draco’s smile fell, and he looked at Harry worried. “Come sit” he said gently.

Harry sat down beside Draco, Looking at Dudley opposite. The large spread between them. Draco waved his wand, which caused Dudley to flinch slightly, the food began to serve itself out onto the plates. Harry could tell Draco was making a show of it.

Still the conversation died as they began to eat. Harry had found that usually he could control himself around non sweet meals. But seeing Draco chuckle at every one of Dudley’s jokes and making sure he was attended too. To Draco’s credit, he hadn’t exactly left Harry out in the cold either. But Draco was supposed to fuss over him. It’s all he did. He wasn’t used to that attention being placed on others.

“Seconds?” Dudley asked looking up with a smirk.

“Look down” Draco said wryly.

Dudley did so, and sure enough his plate was already refilled. “Woah” Dudley murmured.

Harry muttered quietly under his breath and began eating heavily. Determined to push himself. To just eat. He hated how easy it was. To shovel large mouthfuls, to inhale it and chew. Forcing it all down, quickly needing the plate to refill. It did and Harry felt a surge of satisfaction. Draco glanced over him, and squeezed his leg.

Yes. Good. He could eat more than Dudley, just you wait.

And Harry ate, and chewed and swallowed and stuffed heavy mouthfuls in. Dudley was no different. Eating with enthusiasm, moaning and groaning with delight. Hand rubbing his belly as it bloated.

“I hope there’s room in those fat stomachs for dessert?” Draco asked innocently. “I made Pudding, it’s Harry’s favourite.”

“Oh- OURRRRRRRRPPPP” Dudley belched thunderously. “-I’ma err pretty full..”

“I’ve got room” Harry said puffing slightly.

Draco turned to him delighted, “Would you like ice cream?” He said curiously.

“Yes” Harry nodded. He felt his insides burble uncomfortably. He didn’t care, he could prove that he could eat.”

“How about just a small serving?” Draco suggested to Dudley.

Dudley who was now sweating slightly as he rubbed his full belly, nodded dubiously. “Just a little bit” he agreed.

“Just a little bit to top you off” Draco agreed patting Dudley’s belly. “You certainly have big fat gut don’t you Dudley?”

“You should see my Dad, he’s massive” Dudley said wryly. “I’m built just like my dad.”

“I’m sure you’ll be bigger” Draco reassured.

Dudley grinned back at him. Harry frowned firmly. “Draco I’m hungry” he growled.

Draco smiled and prodded Harry’s belly with his finger. “I know” he whispered. “Piggy.”

Harry felt a slight thrill at the word, but he didn’t quite understand why. The thought shook loose as he noticed Dudley was staring at him. “You really are getting fat” Dudley murmured.

“Yep” Harry said patting his belly.

“On purpose?” Dudley ventured, there was a slight hesitation. A shame almost. Harry couldn’t for the faintest imagine why.”

“I guess so” Harry shrugged. He figured it was slightly too difficult to explain the blood curse.

“So Draco’s your feeder?” Dudley enquired. “But you’re not dating?”

“My what?” Harry said feeling far too full to actually understand.

“He feeds you…” Dudley said simply.

Harry felt his face redden, as the thought of Draco straddling his thigh feeding him mouthfuls of pudding. “Err. I dunno” he mumbled.

“I’d get so fat with someone like that” Dudley said almost jealous. “I haven’t eaten like this in ages..”

“Yeah Draco’s is like no one else” Harry nodded.

“You really like him don’t you?” Dudley realised.

Harry swallowed thickly. He didn’t know how to answer that. “I… Errr….”

“Pudding” the word brought so much relief. As Draco levitated Two large container of pudding, two containers of ice cream and one bowl. “Now are you sure you only want a little bit?”

“Maybe a little more” Dudley said shyly.

“I thought as much” Draco smiled delighted.

Harry caught himself drooling as the large bowl of pudding was placed infront of him. The container of ice cream already melted, begging to be chugged. Draco knew him too well.

Dudley had the same, he looked surprised. “Have you drunk melted ice cream. It helps everything go down smoothly.”

“I’d get so fat dating you” Dudley murmured staring in awe. “I am very single.”

Harry who had a mouthful of pudding, choked slightly. He wanted to talk but his mouth was too full, and that hazy feeling began to take hold.

“Watch this Dudley, Harry is quite the glutton” Draco goaded. The Bastard was smiling.

Harry couldn’t resist and sure enough. He lived up to Draco’s promise and he glutted. Inhaling the pudding and the ice cream. Until they were empty.

“Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppp” Harry burped, as he relaxed in his chair sated. His gut overfilled. to the point it was causing him discomfort.

“Here” Draco said handing him a shot glass filled with a green liquid. Harry swallowed it, and impressively the pain his gut was muffled.

“Thanks” Harry groaned.

“So are you a chef?” Dudley asked.

“Me? Merlin no?” Draco said amused. “I was training to be a healer. But I stopped.”

“Why?” Harry asked, he hadn’t heard this.

“Family” Draco murmured shyly.

Harry frowned further, “You should take it back up. Once things calm down” he suggested. Draco scoffed dismissively.

“I actually should head home” Dudley admitted.

“Are you sure? I can make up the guest room” Draco offered.

“I’m sure” Dudley said hearing himself to his feet. His shirt didn’t completely cover his gut. A line of swollen pale flesh bulging out.

“I’ll walk you out” Harry said slowly, as he heaved himself to his feet.

“We’re having a party Saturday night, you should come. I have a friend who would love to meet you” Draco smiled.

“Oh. Yeah sure…” Dudley nodded. “I’ve got Sunday off from work.”

“Perfect, it starts from eight” Draco smiled.

Harry growled, and Draco looked over him confused. Dudley seemed reassuringly oblivious. Harry led Dudley to the front door, “Tonight has been great Harry. I know we’ve never been super close. But I don’t want to loose touch” Dudley admitted.

“Yeah, we’ll keep in touch Big D” Harry said forcing a smile.

“I’ll have to call you big H soon” Dudley grinned as he stepped out into the London evening.

“Night Dudley” Harry waved, watching as he lumbered down the block. Belching and farting as he walked.

Harry shut the door and stared at the wood, as all the anger and frustration bubbled over.

“You were right, Merlin he is a pig” Draco said delighted. “He’s definitely coming over again.”

Harry turned, and glared at Draco fiercely. He lumbered forward frown deepening, and an anger he hadn’t felt since school. He grabbed Draco pressing him against the wall, his fat belly pressing against him. “Never again” Harry growled. “Am I clear. Never again” he bellowed.

Draco’s eyes widened and it was a look of terror he hadn’t seen in Draco’s face since.

The third floor girls bathroom.

Fuck.

Harry relaxed and dropped his head, he kept Draco pinned. He needed to use his words, he needed to make Draco understand. Otherwise it would be Ginny all over again.

“You’re mine. Not Dudley’s” Harry growled. “I don’t share. I don’t like flirting with others. Mine.”

The fear on Draco’s face melted in a second. “Potter, you don’t..”

“Mine” Harry said leaning his head in close. His hands grabbed Draco and held his waist. “All mine.”

“Yours?” Draco swallowed staring at him.

Harry felt his cock harden, “yeah Malfoy. Mine.”

The frustration and anger melted away, and Harry really badly needed to belch. “Why…why would you think I wouldn’t want you?” Harry asked.

“Because you’re Harry Potter and I’m Draco Malfoy.”

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned in and kissed Draco forcefully. His head knocking back against the wall, his tongue pushing Draco’s lips apart as he wanted to make it clear that Draco was his. When Harry relented and pulled away. He murmured “mine.”

Draco slapped Harry hard, it made his face sting. “Don’t restrain me again” he snapped forcefully.

“Ow” Harry whined a little petulently.

“Good. I hope it hurt, bastard” Draco said crossing his arms. “And we are not sleeping together. I’m waiting for marriage.”

“Fine. Yeah, sure…” Harry nodded agreeing. “Anything else?”

“Yes” Draco said with a devious gleam in his eyes. “You need to start putting in effort, I’m not your bitch. I want to be romanced.”

Harry groaned inwardly, “Romance yeah. Can you still do the other stuff.” Draco raised his eyebrow severely. “Please?”

“Fine. But you’d better put in the work” Draco reminded him. “And I don’t just mean how you’re becoming a porker.”

Harry smirked a little, “It’s mostly your work.”

“Oh I know” Draco grinned proudly. “I’m good at what I do.”

Harry kissed him again, more gently. His hand sliding underneath Draco’s shirt. Mostly a curiosity. He felt tight fabric enclosing him tightly. His fingers ran over tightly bound laces. “Draco?” Harry murmured into his mouth as he broke the kiss. “Are you wearing a girdle?”

Chapter 7

Draco Malfoy’s Burgeoning problem

Draco Malfoy frowned at his reflection in the mirror. His naked torso that had once been slim perhaps almost Grecian in nature. Was beginning to become a distant thought. He had begun putting on weight not long after moving into Grimauld Place. Cooking practically non stop and the fact that he was living with his gay crush. Had not assisted. All it had managed was increase his appetite considerably. To the point he now had a pot belly.

He ran his hand over the flesh trying to push it in, but it just bulged. It didn’t even have the decency to jiggle. He was plumping.

In an effort to combat it, he had been successfully wearing a girdle. Unfortunately his boyfriend had insisted that Draco was forbidden from wearing it. It was uncalled for, but the look of desire in Harry’s eyes. It made Draco shudder and relent.

It turned out Potter had a Possessive side, it was a revelation that Draco found himself more interested in than he would admit. But he also could see where it ended. He would be Potter’s wife pregnant and spoiling him. In truth it didn’t sound that bad. Especially in comparison with the life he’d have had with Astoria.

Draco had laid his clothes out on the bed, a shirt readily ironed, a sweater and trousers. Draco pulled on the shirt and doing up the buttons. The shirt fitted, and Draco felt the buttons straining over his potbelly. “typical” he muttered irritated.

He grabbed the sweater and pulled it on, it thoroughly covered him. Although Draco noticed it seemed a little shorter than he recalled. The trousers pulled on, although the moment Draco gripped the two sides in order to button them closed. He was deeply concerned when the two sides refused to meet.

“You can fit” Draco declared irritated, puffing as he forced it closed. Except the trousers protested, he sucked in a little. Although it did nothing as his stomach wasn’t quite in the way of his trousers. Draco gave up and fetched a belt sliding it through the holes, disguising the un closed button. “That will have to do.”

Draco finished getting ready and made his way downstairs. Ron walked out of the sitting room, he sighed. “Look, don’t worry I’ll keep an eye on Harry. You don’t need to worry.”

Draco nodded, although that hadn’t been why his expression looked concerned. He’d been thinking about his plans, lunch with his mother and aunt, and later coffee with his friends. “Of course, I trust you tubby. Now I won’t be able to cook dinner. So I imagine I can leave you and Harry to cook. I have left a series of bookmarks in a recipes book.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll sort it out. Go have fun.”

“I don’t think my plans today could be described as fun. Just don’t lend him end up in hospital. He’s starting to feel like a shut in. But the healer hasn’t cleared him yet.”

“When is that going to be? Boss has been asking?” Ron ventured.

“End of the month if we’re lucky” Draco admitted.

“Are you going?” Harry smiled warmly.

“Yes. I’ll see you tonight” Draco smiled back at him. He wanted to kiss him but hesitated.

“Just kiss him” Ron groaned.

Harry and Draco stared at him, “Err- you know?” Harry asked.

“Mate, you too have been acting like your married since he moved in. The fact Draco seems to blush when you walk into room. Sort of tells me you too have been getting closer.”

“I’m sorry” Harry admitted.

“For what? Your allowed to be Happy Harry”

Draco nodded at that, “and there is someone out there for you Ron.”

Ron grinned in agreement, “Exactly. Now go kiss…I’m going to be in the other room.”

Harry chuckled, “Now I feel like I have too much pressure. I don’t know if I can perform.”

Draco rolled his eyes and hugged Harry gently. He smelt of sweat, but it was a smell he’d become fond of. He leaned his head up and gave him a kiss on his lips.

Harry smiled and kissed him back firmly. “Have a good day, yeah?”

“I will” Draco smiled.

“Say hi to Teddy for me?”

“Yeah. I will. Of course” Draco reassured.

There was a sweet awkwardness as the two were still finding their feet. In navigating the transition to romance.

“Hug?” Harry asked innocently.

Draco smiled and hugged Harry, his hands reaching instinctively for Harry’s belly. His pot belly bulged bloated. It was delightful feeling how taut and full he was. He wasn’t quite yet catching Ron. Although with perseverance Draco was sure Harry would. They both ate like fiends these days. All his roommates did in truth. “I’ll see you later, and eat well for me.”

Harry smiled and he cupped Draco’s hips, “The same to you.” Draco felt his cheeks flush, and Harry reached up and thumbed his cheek. “I mean it.”

“I know Harry” Draco said gently. They parted, and Harry watched as he left out the front door before appaeating. Moments later standing in diagon Alley.

Draco ran a few errands, mostly buying some larger clothes for himself. Draco was mildly concerned to discover he’d gone up a clothing size, and from the fit. It was becoming rapidly tighter.

His purchases in hand, Draco made his way back towards the Leaky Cauldron.

“Draco?”

The familiar voice made him stop, he turned and saw Daphne Greengrass staring at him. She wore all black her blonde hair hanging down. She had since graduation steadily becoming fatter. Even now in the weeks since the funeral. It was obvious she had swelled up further. Her face was plump with a fat double chin and a pair of lips that Draco knew spent a lot eating.

“Daphne. You’re looking plump” he said warmly.

“You are kind to notice” She chuckled, as her plump fingers reached into the paper bag and shoved a donut greedily into her mouth. “I’m an emotional eater, and I recently lost my sister…”

Draco swallowed, “I’ve been doing a bit of the same” he held up the bag. “I’ve gone up a size.”

Daphne laughed, it caused her belly to jiggle. Her fat stomach bouncing fat and plump and indulged. “Good, serves you right” she said rather curtly. As she shoved another donut into her mouth. Chewing greedily her pudgy hand resting on her belly.

“Daphne, I miss your sister. You know that don’t you? I had become quite fond of her” Draco said honestly.

“I know. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be frustrated” Daphne replied.

Draco reached out and squeezed her hand. “I understand” he sighed, wondering if he should mention he’s moved on. “My roommates were having a dinner this Saturday night, would you like to come?”

“Dinner?” Daphne laughed, but you could tell she was considering it. “Blaise, Theo and that lot.”

“Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom. That lot” Draco corrected. “Although the usual Slytherin’s will be in attendance. I’m attempting to build bridges.”

Daphne was looking at Draco curiously her eyes studying him. “Why them Draco?”

“What do you mean?” Draco questioned.

“Draco you tried to ask me out, before turning to my sister, who put on two stone during your engagement. I know exactly what happens to those who are close to you.”

Draco felt his face become warm, “after everything. I was visiting Harry in hospital. He invited me to stay at his house. And yes they’re getting fat, but they hardly need much of a push from me. Weasley is single… and a little desperate. But he’s sweet.”

“Okay. I assume Harry is dating the red haired girl?” Daphne enquired.

“He’s gay. He’s dating…” the words died on his tongue. “He’s taken” Draco confirmed.

“You already promised food. I’ll come” Daphne confirmed rubbing her fat belly.

“I look forward to seeing you there” Draco reassured with a smile.

Daphne nodded and lifted up the paper bag and let two more donuts fall into her greedy mouth. Chewing. She really had become a fat glutton. Draco made a note to sit Hermione next to her. The two could be spectacularly fat friends. She waved plump hand at Draco, Draco waved back.

Draco found his friends seated in a booth at the corner of the Leaky. Theo was still dressed in his nurses outfit and looked like he hadn’t slept in fourteen hours. Which was highly likely. Blaise was sitting beside him dressed all debonair. Pansy had a glass of wine in hand and a judging scowl.

“Your late” Pansy frowned.

“I ran into Daphne” Draco explained, as he sat beside Theo sliding his bags under the table. “Do you need coffee? You look exhausted.”

“I am” Theo muttered. “I could be sleeping.”

“Right. So I suppose I invited you all so we could discuss dinner tomorrow. You’ve all happily agreed. But I just want to remind you all” Draco hesitated, “that there are people coming who traditionally we have been at odds with.”

“You really think this will go well?” Blaise frowned.

“I have spread you out across the table” Draco added. “So you’ll be forced to chat.”

Pansy took a swig of her wine, “anyone single.”

“No one I would inflict on you Pans. your like a vintage Merlot” Draco began.

“Old?” Theo guessed smirking.

“An acquired taste” Draco clarified. “I was under the impression you were still with” Draco waved his hand waiting for someone to help him out.

“Go on” Blaise smirked.

Draco huffed annoyed, “you three are rubbish” he murmured.

“So how’s Harry?” Theo said taking a sip of his coffee.

“He’s fine” Draco said clipped.

“Harry who?” Pansy said curious.

“Potter” Theo grinned. “Draco has been acting as his carer.”

Blaise and Pansy looked horrified.

“Oh stop it, it’s not that bad.”

“So you’ve been acting as a house elf” pansy gasped.

“He has a house elf” Draco sighed. “I’ve been acting as a..”

“Wife” Theo murmured.

“Carer” Draco said shooting Theo a warning look. “He’s recovering splendidly. It’s why I’m holding tonight. To encourage his recovery.”

Theo’s eyes widened slowly and glared at Draco. “He’s…”

“Theo” Draco hissed.

“Is Weasley going to be there.” Blaise grimaced.

“Given he’s my roommate yes” Draco said calmly. “I believe his sister is coming too.”

Pansy rolled her eyes, but Blaise looked momentarily horrified before masking it. Theo noticed it.

“She’ll be seated beside Pansy” Draco commented. “Problem?”

“No not at all” Blaise replied.

“Must I?” Pansy frowned.

“It’s that, or you can sit with the house elf” Draco said simply.

“Fine”

“Perhaps Weasley’s…sister, could sit with me?” Blaise said.

“What? No. The place settings are all sorted” Draco said dismissively, although he eyed Blaise curiously. He was hiding something. It was going to be a very interesting dinner. “Now are we getting lunch? I’m starving.”

❧

Draco slid out of the fireplace.

“Hello Cousin Draco” Teddy grinned as he sat on the couch. He was eating a chocolate biscuit while holding a plastic cup of juice.

“Hello Edward” Draco said with a polite smile.

“It’s Teddy” Teddy said rolling his eyes. “You’re very silly.”

“I am not” he said offended.

“You are”

“Teddy, don’t tease him” Andromeda smiled. “Hello Draco. You’re looking well.”

“Thankyou” Draco said politely dusting his clothes off.

“Been shopping?”

“Yes. Some of my clothes were becoming worn out” Draco explained.

“How’s Harry feeling?” Andromeda asked.

“Better, just feeling a shut in” Draco admitted, “and he’s sensitive about his weight.”

“Oh I’m sure it’s fine” Andromeda smiled. “You look like you’ve put on a couple too?”

Draco flushed fircely. “Not quite” he said mortified. “Where’s my mother?” Draco asked hesitantly.

“She’ll be down in a moment” Andomeda reassured. “Now I hope you’re not spending all your time waiting on Harry hand and foot.”

“Of course not” Draco lied. “He doesn’t need that much attention.”

“Cousin Draco, it’s rude to lie” Teddy whispered.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t” Draco blustered.

“Uncle Harry writes me letters” Teddy whispered.

Draco’s eyes widened slightly horrified. Teddy however just grinned at him. Draco decided he would kill Harry. “Come on” Teddy grabbed Draco’s hand and led him to the dining room. “Are you an Uncle Harry going to start having babies?

Draco suddenly paled considerably and felt his legs desperately give way. “Babies? Merlin we…haven’t…discussed that.”

Teddy climbed onto a chair grinning, “He also said you have a nice bum, and that you should let me cover over. Apparently you’re a very good cook.”

“I’ll work out a date with your aunt” Draco agreed.

“There you are darling” Narcissa smiled and embraced Draco warmly.

“Hello Mummy” Draco softened. “You look well?”

“I am. And you look fat darling, have you put on weight?” Narcissa said looking him up and down.

“It’s under control” Draco flushed.

“Sorry I’m late. Hullo Andie” Boomed Hagrid’s voice.

“Why is he here?” Draco struggling to hide his distane.

Narcissa shot Draco the fiercest look. Seaso sighed and stared at the table. It was set for six places. Who else was supposed to be attending.

“Hagrid. Are those for me?” Narcissa asked.

“Fresh from my garden” Hagrid replied affectionately.

Draco’s stomach dropped, as a fear suddenly began to wash over him. “No…”

“Yesss” Teddy sniggered grinning.

Draco shot him a fierce look. And stared at the empty place setting. Trying to find the willpower to get through dinner.

“Hullo Draco. I got you some chocolate” Hagrid declared as he walked into the dining room. He handed Draco a paper bag full of chocolate coated butterscotch from Honeydukes.

“Thankyou Hagrid” Draco said before stuffing two into his mouth. He offered the bag to Teddy, who reached across the empty table setting and grabbed one for himself.

“Darling, you remember Hagrid” Narcissa asked carefully.

“I recall him rather well” Draco said his eyes narrowing.

“Best rip it off like a band aid” Hagrid reassured.

Draco had decided he was dead and none of this was happening.

“Hagrid and I have been dating” Narcissa explained.

“Mhmmm hmmm” He said keeping his lips together in a tight seal. So he didn’t say anything he might regret.

“I know it’s a shock for you. But your father and I” Narcissa began.

Draco sighed, his parents marriage had fallen apart sometime ago. The only thing holding it together was the love they had for Draco. And the marriage vows itself. “I know mother” he said simply.

“Went better than I thought it would” Hagrid admitted.

“He’s still processing” Narcissa admitted. “I imagine there’ll be a howler later.”

“I don’t think so Cissy” Andromeda said as she handed Draco a glass of wine.

Draco stared at it and downed it in one.

“Darling” Narcissa warned.

Draco glared at her and shoved another chocolate into his mouth.

There was a whomph of the fireplace.

“That will be our last guest” Andromeda smiled.

Draco looked at the empty chair beside him, and a terrifying thought occurred to him. He looked over at Teddy who was smiling at the end, the empty place setting between them. “Teddy who are we waiting for?” Draco said frowning.

Teddy grinned innocently, but his hair turned a familar shade of dark raven brown.

“Sorry I’m late” Harry said lumbering in. “There you are love.”

Draco slowly raised his head and saw the familiar sight of Harry in his face. Confusingly. His fat mound of a belly was looking strangely flat. “Hello Potter” Draco said cooly.

Harry ran his thumb on Draco’s cheek, “Andromeda invited me after you left” Harry said wryly. “and I figured you’d be here to look after me.”

Draco sighed, “fine” he found it almost impossible to stay made at Harry. “I’ll get you a drink” he smiled handing Harry the paper bag of sweets. It was more than half empty, Draco couldn’t believe he’d eaten that many.

“How many did you eat?” Harry grinned, “there’s none left.”

“I stress eat” Draco said through gritted teeth, as he decided to drag Harry into the kitchen.

“Oh your proper mad” Harry winced. “Sorry, was I supposed to say no?”

“Yes!” Draco hissed. “Because I was going to tell my mother about us. Because I’m still a pureblood, and I have a duty. I wanted to sound her out. Instead she’s dating that bloody giant.”

“She’s dating Hagrid seriously?” Harry grinned impressed.

“Yes. And stop grinning” Draco whacked his belly.

“Hagrid’s nice” Harry said firmly in a tone of voice that suggested he wouldn’t budge on it.

“It’s my mother” Draco pouted.

“Yes, and doesn’t she deserve to be happy” Harry pointed out.

“Yes” Draco muttered begrudgingly. “But what does she see in him,”

Harry frowned, “Do you really want the answer to that?” He asked.

“Not like that. Dirty mind” Draco grimaced slightly.

“Hagrid is nice, he has a big heart. There are a lot of reasons to like him” Harry reassured.

“He’s great with his hands” Narcissa said in the doorway. “Darling I know it’s a lot, but your friend is right. Don’t I deserve to be happy.”

“Yes…” Draco huffed. “I just. It’s strange, and…”

“I know, it’ll take some time to get used to” Narcissa agreed. “However, I’d hope you can give him a chance.”

“Of course” Draco nodded.

“Now let’s have dinner. Andromeda has spent some time making dinner.”

Draco swallowed and looked at Harry. Harry squeezed Draco’s shoulder kindly. “Actually mother, if we are discussing being happy. I’d like to inform you that I’m going against father and your own wishes and dating a man. This man” Draco gestured to Harry.

“If he makes you happy. Than I’m happy” Narcissa replied.

Draco frowned, “that’s it?”

“Draco, I’m not your father. And more importantly given how many people died at your last wedding. It’s a much smaller pool” Narcissa pointed out. “I just want grandchildren.”

“Don’t worry, I definitely want kids” Harry reassured,

Draco elbowed him in his belly. “Not helping.”’

“How many?” Narcissa said addressing Harry directly.

“At least three, although I’d prefer more.”

Narcissa smiled warmly, “Splendid, you have my permission to marry Draco.”

Harry blinked for a second. “Thankyou? I mean Thankyou.”

“Now, I believe it’s time for dinner.”

Harry’s belly gurgled in agreement.

“We’ll be out in a moment” Draco reassured. He turned back to Harry. “You know what that means right?”

“Err… that when I get around to it. If we are together. I have blanket permission to propose.”

Draco rubbed his temple in frustration. “No. No. We’re pureblood. There was the engagement.”

“Oh. Isn’t a bit soon” Harry admitted. “It’s only a been a few days.”

“Yes. You would think so” Draco glared.

Harry shrugged, “okay. Then we’ll have a very long engagement” he reassured.

Draco sighed, he’d have to deal with this later. He led Harry out back to the dining room. Harry sat beside Teddy and messed his hair up, “Hello Teddy. You haven’t been a hellion have you?”

“Nope” Teddy grinned.

“Hullo Harry” Hagrid smiled.

“Hello Hagrid” Harry smiled back.

“Why you do look annoyed cousin Draco?” Teddy asked amused.

“I thought tonight would go differently” Draco murmured. “Very differently.”

Chapter 8

The party (need better title)

“No. Obviously you don’t need to get a ring” Draco huffed loudly.

Ron frowned as he walked into the dining room. The table was the most dressed up he’d ever seen it. There were candles and in the centre was a centerpiece that was made up of hyacinth, that hung down over a vase, the table settings had multiple forks and knives either side of the plate. “Looks swish” Ron complimented.

“Draco has been working hard” Harry smiled.

“I’m putting Ginny next to Pansy. Pansy has Blaise on her other side, so that should be fine. What do you think?”

“Ginny can hold her own. Yeah should be fine” Ron commented, as he looked at all the place cards. He recognised most of the names, they’d all been Slytherin’s in his year or their mates. “So who am I sitting next too?”

“Daphne and Harry”

“Who’s Daphne?” Ron frowned.

“Greengrass, she was in our year. She was my late fiance’s sister.”

“I don’t have a sister. And I’m on time” Harry added.

Draco shot him a look, which caused Harry to grin further. Ron was just confused. “I feel like I’ve missed something.”

“Never mind” Draco said kindly. “You are changing aren’t you?”

Ron looked down at his t-shirt. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Darling it barely covers your stomach.”

“Oh” Ron said feeling his underbelly exposed.

“You’re better off changing. So you don’t get nagged” Harry explained. “Where’s Goyle sitting?”

“Between me and Viktor.”

“Goyle’s coming?” Ron grimaced, “why are you punishing Viktor?”

“Because he doesn’t want to be fawned over. Goyle doesn’t do that?”

“Does he do anything?” Harry teased.

Draco ignored both of them.

“I’ve placed Dudley beside Theo. Mostly as Theo will make good conversation” Draco said. “I think this will work” Draco admitted. “I’m going to make sure Kreacher hasn’t burned anything.”

Ron and Harry were left standing looking at each other. “This is a good idea right? When he said party I was thinking….”

“Not this?” Harry guessed. “I mean. He needs the distraction.”

“Yeah, I suppose cooking for you non stop would drive anyone crazy” Ron grinned. “We can drink tonight right?”

“Draco has raided his family liquor cellar” Harry nodded. “And I bought some beer.”

“So what was that about rings?” Ron asked.

“Long story” Harry chuckled. “We had dinner with his mother and it was interesting night.”

“Go change Ron” Draco’s voice called up from the kitchen.

“It’s best to comply” Harry admitted.

Ron retuned upstairs and changed when he came back down. They were in the sitting room, Harry handed him a beer. “Thanks” Ron said taking a swig.

“Much better” Draco smiled. “You remember Pansy Parkinson?”

Ron tensed slightly and nodded, she was a few years old. More put together than the bitchy schoolgirl. Her hair was grown out but cut stylishly with a slight curl. Her makeup was perfect with dark lips, that matched the colour of burnt scarlet velvet dress. “Evening.”

Pansy looked Ron up down, she checked him out. “I can tell he’s your roommate.”

“Don’t be rude Pans” Draco said looking slightly nervous.

“It’s a compliment, I promise” Pansy said feining innocence.

“It’s going to be an interesting evening” Harry murmured.

Ron grinned and swallowed another swig of beer, his hand resting on his gut. He noticed Pansy watching him, like a predator looking at its next kill.

“Draco. I do hope you’ve slept with Potter. Or are you still keeping to this virginal nonsense” Pansy said as she sipped from a glass of blood red wine.

Draco turned a deep red, “I’m waiting for marriage.”

“You ought to try before you buy. I’ll try, and then tell you how he is” Pansy grinned playfully.

“Over my dead body” Draco growled jealously.

“Evening everyone” Neville grinned walking in.

“Oh my. I see Puberty really did Neville a favour” Pansy commented.

“I have a girlfriend” Neville chuckled. “Beer?”

Harry grabbed one from the table. Where wine and glasses sat waiting, along with a few non alcoholic options.

As everyone started arriving two groups emerged. A Slytherin group and a non Slytherin group. Ron now understood why Draco had so carefully figured out the seating arrangements. He took a swig of his beer, as he listened to Hannah talking about an unruly customer at work. His mouth was not rewarded with beer. He sighed and stepped away from the group, he glanced over to the Slytherin group and saw Draco looking a little concerned.

Ron grabbed a beer and used the bottle opened to lift the lid off.

“You don’t mind giving me a refill?” Pansy asked curiously.

Ron looked up and she was staring at him with those hungry eyes. “Yeah sure” Ron said putting his beer down. He opened the bottle of red wine, and took Pansy’s glass. Tipping it on its side and filling it carefully. He handed it back to her. “There we go.”

“Thankyou big guy” Pansy said patting his belly affectionately. Ron shifted slightly, far too used to Pansy’s insults. Instead he noticed there was no malice in her eyes.

Ron watched as she returned to the group of Slytherin’s. Draco glancing at him worried. Ron smiled and walked over. Playfully nudging Draco as he stepped beside him.

“Honestly the whole thing is a shambles. Honestly you’d think they’d have caught them by now” Blaise huffed. Ron frowned slightly but immediately guessed what they were talking about.

“Yeah, it’s been an uphill battle. We have most in custody. But it’s difficult to get them to talk. They see what they did as a win. The problem is there’s no records, these guys were snatchers. They knew how to avoid being detected. The ministry knew about it, but not how dangerous they’d become” Ron explained.

“Your an Auror then?” Blaise said frowning.

“In charge of the investigation. They booted the whole department after” Ron explained. “Robards was livid.”

“Really. You must be working hard” Pansy said curiously.

“It’s been a learning curve. But I think all of us want justice.”

“He’s certainly a piece of work” Draco grimaced. Ron shared a look with him, it wasn’t public knowledge about Harry’s blood curse.

“I’m just going to be glad when Harry’s back at work with me” Ron admitted. “He’s got a good instinct for these things.”

“You can’t bring any of it home can you?” Draco asked curiously.

“Some. Why?” Ron asked.

“Harry’s getting a bit stir crazy. It might be a needed distraction” Draco suggested.

“Are you Harry’s keeper Draco?” Blaise chuckled.

“No. I’m more of an unofficial nurse” Draco muttered, playing it off.

Ron raised an eyebrow at him.

“Now, Ron this is Daphne Greengrass” Draco smiled gesturing to a familiar looking obese girl. She seemed pleasant enough.

“Hello” Ron smiled, offering a hand.

“Hi” Daphne smiled at him. she had plump kissable lips. Her dress was fitted and tight across her bulging curves. That was without even talking about her big heavy breasts.

“I’m sitting next to Ron aren’t I?” Pansy asked Draco.

“No Pans, your down the other end” Draco commented, before he looked back at her and frowned.

“I think Draco is trying to set us up” Daphne said amused.

“Me? Hardly” Draco scoffed.

“I’m happy to turn up where ever there’s food” Ron smiled.

“Really?” Pansy said intrigued.

Draco shot her a look. “Maybe we ought to have dinner. Harry?”

Harry turned and looked at Draco, for instructions like a lost puppy. “Food?” His belly straining against his shirt. “Dining room this way” Harry announced.

“Has Potter gotten fat?” Blaise queried.

“Yes” Ron confirmed.

Blaise, Theo and after a long pause Goyle. All looked over at Draco.

Draco coughed and didn’t meet their eye. “If you follow Harry.”

❧

Draco had outdid himself. Sure enough even where he’d seated everyone had been with a careful consideration. Ron noticed Dudley was enthusiastically talking to Theo and Viktor. Viktor seemed pleased that Dudley and Goyle had no interest in his celebrity. Hermione enthusiastically was taking about something with Theo, and battering him about healing related questions. While Pansy was politely talking to Ginny and being very befuddled by Luna.

Ron and Harry, mostly ate. So did Daphne, she impressively managed to keep up with the larger men at the table. He talked with Daphne a bit, and she was nice. But it was a bit like when he went to the Yule Ball with Padma. They could be friends, and talk as friends. But there was never that spark. It was a spark that Ron had never thought about with Hermione. And yet, they hadn’t managed to go to the distance either.

Ron wished he sort of understood the whole romance thing. Or at least he wished it was simpler. Harry seemed to have no trouble with Draco. Or at least Harry seemed to enjoy letting Draco walk all over him.

He tried not to look, but Pansy kept looking at him. She was pretty, she was a nightmare but she was pretty. But Ron also felt a bit guilty wanting to look at her. Especially given how she’s treated hermione at school.

“How is the dessert” Draco asked a little nervously.

“Bloody Brilliant” Ron said with his moutful.

“Are these going to you know” Harry gestured to his bowl with his hand.

Ron chuckled with his mouthful.

“Sadly not. It was too obvious, there is some put aside if you’re still hungry” Draco said quietly.

“Brilliant thanks Draco” Ron said delighted.

Harry nodded in agreement, from his expression even though his cheeks were bulging with dessert. Suggested he badly wanted to kiss Draco.

Draco shot Ron, a look and nodded subtly towards Daphne. Ron sighed. “So erm…” he swallowed. “Daphne, have you enjoyed dessert?”

He could practically hear Draco’s eye roll from across the table. “It’s good. Draco’s cooking has always been good.”

Ron didn’t need to look at Draco, to know he was probably preening.

“Urrrp….right” Harry belched. “Excuse me.”

“Harry” Hermione huffed further down the table. Although her red face, suggested she was trying and struggling to hold back her own wind. “Excuse me” she puffed and heaved herself up. Her body jiggling as she waddled quickly out of the room.

“Urrrrrrrrrpppppp” Goyle belched patting his gut.

“Woah” Dudley swallowed. “I can out do that.”

“Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpppp” Dudley said before smirking.

“Admirable effort” Viktor agreed. “But I am a champion belcher.”

“Oh Merlin, what have you started” Draco sighed glancing at Harry.

Harry just grinned at Draco.

❧

Everyone moved into the sitting room after dinner. The walls between the two groups well and truly down.

Ron felt bloated, a little too bloated to socialise. Especially with Draco’s constant encouragement to talk to Daphne. It was beginning to feel like a chore, and as pretty as she was (She had very impressive breasts) it was a bit of a task.

So he’d hung back, pretending he was too full to move. He made a move when he was certain the corridor was quiet. Immediately he spotted Hermione on the staircase. Sitting rubbing her belly gently. Ron sat down beside her and nudged her gently, “Not socialising.”

“Not feeling up too it” Hermione said honestly. “How was Draco’s matchmaking?”

Ron swallowed he felt a little awkward talking to her about it. “He worries about me.”

Hermione chuckled, “It’s strange to see you and Harry friends with him. Even I enjoy his company.”

“You are both bossy know it alls” Ron grinned.

Hermione elbowed him. “So Daphne.”

Ron looked around cautiously, genuinely fearful she might be in ear shot. “She’s nice” Ron said a little cowardly.

“She’s not for you” Hermione decided firmly. “She’s too sweet” Ron frowned slightly at the assertion. “You need someone with a strong personality.”

Like Pansy. Was the thought occurred.

“I suppose.”

Like Hermione. A quiet voice said in his head.

“How’s things with Viktor?” Ron asked. And instantly regretting it. He liked Viktor, but he also liked not knowing about Hermione’s life.

“I’m pregnant” Hermione replied her voice quiet.

Ron turned to her, to see if she was telling the truth. “Blimey. Congratulations I guess? Is it?”

“I.. don’t know?” Hermione said honestly. “Viktor knows, and he’s thrilled. But.. I just don’t know what to think. It’s funny sometimes I think if it was you who got me pregnant. I wouldn’t be scared. But Viktor is great, and he’s sweet and…” Her cheeks flushed pink.

“You know Harry and I are here for you no matter what? We’re always going to be friends.”

Hermione smiled at him. “Thanks Ron. I want you to be godfather” she said taking Ron’s hand and placing it on her belly. “You and Harry.”

“It’d be my pleasure” Ron smiled. “Bet you and Viktor are going to end up with a dozen tykes all on brooms.”

Hermione giggled her smile returning, “Yeah. I think we will.”

“Harry and I better catch up then. So we can compete” Ron grinned, he grabbed the banister and heaved himself up. “Coming back to the party?”

Hermione shook her head. “The Baby tires me out” She admitted.

“I’ll tell Viktor” Ron offered.

“Let him have his fun” Hermione smiled.

Ron nodded and walked back into the sitting room. His favourite chair empty so he happily sat down. Instantly Pansy peeled herself away from her conversation.

“Would you like another beer?”

“I’m pretty full, and I’m trying not to get drunk” Ron admitted. “Thanks though.”

“You don’t mind if I sit here?” Pansy said as she sat down on his thigh. Her hand rested on Ron’s belly. She rubbed it gently.

Ron smiled and placed a hand on the small of her back. “I’m not sleeping with you. Pureblood. So sex is for marriage.”

Pansy nodded, “Just as pure as you” she said wryly. “I’m just better at hiding it. And… some guys are awful.”

Ron nodded his hand glancing as Pansy continued to gently rub his belly. So he began to gently rub her back. “Slytherin?”

“And one hufflepuff. I’m not dating any more Slytherin’s. So are you really waiting for marriage? Most guys don’t.”

“I know. But my parents raised me this way. And I like the idea that the first time I have sex on my wedding night. First time I try for a baby.”

“I’d have thought coming from a large family like yours. You wouldn’t want children.”

“I like being part of a big family. It’s chaotic and messy. But there’s nothing else like it.”

Pansy smiled, “I just have an older brother, Florian. He’s a bit of a tosser, especially lately.”

“He is called Florian” Ron said wryly.

“He’s getting antsy, about wanting to continue the family line. The attack at Draco’s wedding… it’s funny it scared people. But not for their lives. For everything that happened during the war. It’s the first time they felt scared for the established traditions.”

“Ah. Draco mentioned his family forced him into an arranged marriage” Ron nodded.

“Yeah. My brother is getting close to the same. I don’t want that” Pansy sighed. “I’m think I’m too stubborn anyway.”

“Yeah? Nothing wrong with a strong will” Ron smiled. He wondered what life would be like with Pansy.

“Maybe. But I want a man who won’t mind when I stop trying. It takes a lot of work to look like this everyday. And sometimes I just don’t want too” Pansy admitted. “I want to sit at home on the couch and eat.”

“Sounds like my kind of date” Ron grinned.

Pansy looked at Ron and rubbed his bloated belly. She looked hopeful and he could see behind her eyes how tired she was.

“How about dinner?” Ron suggested, “nothing too fancy.”

“I’d like that” Pansy admitted honestly. “I’m going to get a drink, and I’ll get you my details.”

Ron nodded and watched her go, wondering if he should mention he liked her flat chest. Or if that was insult. He leaned toward insult, he looked over at Harry and Draco, who were talking with Luna and Ginny.

Someone sat beside him, he looked over and saw Theo smirking at him. “Hello Again.”

“Hey” Ron smiled, “You were Harry’s nurse. You bought me ice lollies.”

“That I did big boy” Theo grinned. Ron flushed from Theo’s words. “Can I give you a little bit of advice.”

“Oh okay” Ron said a little disappointed.

“Pansy’s lying out of her arse.”

“Oh” now he was disappointed.

“There’s nothing wrong with dating Pansy, she’s got a very strong personality” Theo offered. “But she will do anything to get what she wants. Including lying.”

“She’s not..”

“A virgin? No. But she’s good at pretending, a lot of guys want to take a virginity. But most are too thick to realise” Theo admitted. “It’s impressive really.”

Ron nodded in agreement, “I wasn’t lying.”

“I know. You’re like Draco. I get it, my father died in the war. Thank Merlin, so I can do what I like. I’m free to be a disappointment.”

“Right.”

“But given your fame. I’d wait too” Theo commented.

“Right”

“You don’t really want to talk about it do you?” Theo noticed, “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Oh?”

“Your appetite it was impressive. I’d been hoping I could sit beside you.”

“Yeah?” Ron felt himself a little breathless.

“Yeah..” Theo smiled.

Ron swallowed thickly, for the first time in a very long time. Something clicked, he rested a hand on Theo’s thigh. Theo leaned into Ron. “We should…”

“There are a lot of things we should. Or want to do..”

Ron grinned and looked around. “Pub” he said.

Theo grinned, and Ron stood, his erection looking huge and bulging in his trousers. Theo stood and the two slipped out.

“Ron?” Pansy said looking around after they’d gone. “Draco, where did Ron go?”

Draco narrowed his eyes, “I haven’t a clue, and no. Not Ron, you would break him.”

Pansy pouted, “I like breaking boys.”

“I’m well aware” Draco sighed. Looking around for any sight of Ron. He was slightly dissapointed when she saw Daphne talking with Hermione.

Harry.

Draco Ron

Goyle Daphne

Viktor Dudley

Hermione Theo

Blaise Neville

Pansy Hannah

Ginny Luna.

Chapter 9

First Dates.

The pub was packed, as he and Theo walked up the high street. Ron’s heart sunk.

“Can I offer a suggestion?” Theo suggested. “Nandos. They have beer and food”

“Yeah. That’s sounds great” Ron nodded, he offered his arm to Theo. Theo took it graciously. “Should have known better than a pub on a Saturday night.”

“If we’d planned it, I know a quiet inn that serves a great pint” Theo smiled. “It is up near Godric’s Hollow.”

“Is it nice?” Ron wondered, “I’m not used to living in London.”

“Yeah it’s a nice village, our estate is not far” Theo admitted. “My father’s estate, although I haven’t spent a lot of time there lately.”

“Personally I don’t know what your meant to do with all the rooms” Ron commented.

“Not a lot honestly, a lot of it is for show” Theo admitted.

“Sounds a bit dull” said Ron.

“I quite agree” Theo agreed. Ron held the door open for Theo as they walked in, it was busy. “I’ll order for you. If you trust me.”

“Yeah, alright. Go on. Not a fan of spicy though” Ron admitted.

“Easy” Theo smiled, “you find a table.”

Ron found a table, in a slightly quieter section. Theo returned with a table number and a smile. “I’m kind of hungry.”

“Draco held himself back tonight” Theo commented.

“I know. Usually i gorge myself, but there wasn’t even a..” Ron leaned in closer and whispered. “A refilling charm.”

Theo smiled, “So Draco is feeding you and Harry. That explains why he barely leaves the house.”

“He enjoys being in the kitchen. He’s sort of like the mother of the house” Ron explained. “He spoils us. But I’m not complaining.”

“Yes you have more of a spare tire than when I saw you last” Theo smiled.

Ron lifted his shirt and showed off his pot belly. “Really?”

“Definitely. Soon you’ll be undeniably fat” Theo said emphasising it.

Ron shuddered, “You think so?” He said quietly.

“I do. I really do” Theo said.

“I have one whole chicken, one XL Wing Platter. And a beer” The waiter said putting the plate down.

“Woah” Ron’s eyes widened in wonder.

“Got room for all of it.”

“I’m gonna bloody try” Ron swallowed.

“You’re going to end up so fat aren’t you” Theo said staring at him in awe.

“Yeah. Yeah. I bloody am” Ron said grabbing a wing. “I’m not putting out until there’s a ring on your finger” Ron grunted greedily stripping the chicken off the wing.

“If I can rub your belly and make sure you eat. That’s okay with me” Theo reassured.

“Good” Ron grunted. “I’m gonna be your big fat man” Ron said as he grabbed a wing with his other hand and ate greedily.

Theo flushed, “Merlin I really didn’t expect you’d be so into this. So this is a date?”

“Bloody better be, you’re paying for all of this” Ron winked.

“Thankyou Merlin” Theo prayed.

❧

“Urrrrrrrrrpppp” Ron belched thunderously. Theo closed his eyes and took a deep breath in smiling. “I could do with another beer.”

“You can have anything you like. I don’t…how?” Theo said awed.

Ron shrugged as he settled in the chair rubbing his belly. “Ohhh. This is better…I just sort of zone out…”

“Huh. Really?” Theo looked at Ron curiously, “that’s an impressive skill.”

“I just like food. Always have… Urrrppp getting fat was inevitable” Ron smiled. “Beer?”

“Yes. I’ll get you one” Theo nodded getting up. “Merlin…” Theo quickly returned with a beer Ron held it to his lips and chugged it.

“BRRRRRAAAAPPPP” He belched wetly, “that’s the stuff.”

Theo smiled at him, “Do you want kids one day?”

“Definitely” Ron smiled, “Probably should go home. I desperately want a nap” he admitted.

“I’ll walk you back” Theo nodded.

“And maybe you can rub my belly a bit” Ron suggested.

“I’d like too” Theo smiled.

Ron slowly walked, Theo was beside him. He felt oddly comfortable. Especially given how Theo didn’t seem remotely bothered how gassy Ron was. He kept staring at Theo’s plump lips, and how good they probably were to kiss. Big fat lips. Ron wanted his belly rubbed, he wanted to be touched.

“This is it” Theo said when they arrived back at Grimauld Place. He smiled expectantly.

Ron put his arms around Theo and pulled him so he was pressed against his gut. “I ate like a hog tonight..”

Theo nodded as he melted against Ron, rubbing his belly. “You did..”

“I want this feeling every day” Ron admitted. He’d never held a guy like this. Something about it felt right. “Stay tonight..” Ron said murmuring. “My gut needs a massage. And I want to lay down.”

Theo lifted his head and caught Ron’s eye. “You said you weren’t going to put out.”

“I’m not. But you want to worship me, and I want to snog you raw” Ron said honestly.

Theo chuckled, “have you ever kissed a guy.”

“Nope” Ron chuckled.

“Does that matter?”

“Not really no” Theo smiled as he cupped Ron’s cheeks and kissed him firmly. Ron moaned and relaxed into the kiss. His hand holding Theo tightly as he slipped his tongue into the kiss. It was gentle and passionate as Ron firmly led the kiss. He was in charge, and it felt good. “So…. Uhm upstairs?” Theo blushed.

“Yeah. Upstairs, I want you to rub my fat gut” Ron smirked satisfied. “And kiss you again.”

“We can definitely do that” Theo nodded enthusiastically.

❧

There was a knock on Ron’s office door. Ron looked up and saw Theo standing in the doorway. His nurses uniform looking so tight. “Hey” Ron said blushing, as he began to get slightly distracted by the thought of Theo feeding Ron in his nurses uniform.

“I finished work early, thought I’d come see your office” Theo smiled as he carried in a box. “And I brought you a snack”

“A snack? Really?”

“You really do only think with your stomach” Theo chuckled.

“It’s my second brain” Ron agreed. “How was work? You get vomited on?”

“Nah. Although I definitely miss washing Harry and seeing him get boners” Theo chuckled. “He was a very good patient.”

Ron snorted with laughter, “He’s never living that down.”

“You’re a good friend” Theo smiled sitting on Ron’s desk. “Am I allowed to ask what you’re working on?”

“It’s not that exciting, it’s mostly paperwork, trying to track down what happened to any of Voldemort’s associates who aren’t dead or in prison.”

“I’m kind of glad father was too determined to not have another heir die. So he kept me out of it” Theo admitted.

“Another heir?” Ron said surprised.

Theo winced, “I don’t talk about it, because people usually feel sorry for me. But I’m fine.”

“I will not feel sorry for you” Ron grinned.

“Good thankyou” Theo smiled. “I have two elder brothers. Both dead they like my father were in his inner circle. But they died early in the first war. So dad quickly married, and had me. Mother was smart enough to die in childbirth.”

“Well hopefully you haven’t learned that lesson” Ron offered.

Theo looked at Ron confused. “Becoming a death eater?”

“No. Dying in childbirth” Ron explained. “Probably too dark a joke.”

“I’m a former Slytherin, our jokes were pitch black” Theo pointed out. “But enough about that. Donuts” he said opening the box. “There’s a muggle stereotype that muggle Policemen are fat. I feel it’s my duty to enable that stereotype.”

“Your duty? Don’t you have to take an oath to work at St Mungo’s.”

“I do. But you’re my boyfriend. Not my patient.” Theo’s eyes widened suddenly. “Sorry I mean my…”

“Boyfriend” Ron repeated, sounding it out. He smiled, “Yeah boyfriend” Ron confirmed.

Theo smiled a little reassured. “Don’t feel pressured.”

“So the donuts aren’t a bribe” Ron said impressed.

“No. I wouldn’t bribe you with food. You wouldn’t know your being bribed” Theo pointed out.

Ron grinned and opened the box and lifted a donut, and took a large bite. “I know you don’t much. But any of these familiar?” Ron said sliding the papers over.

Theo looked at the photographs, “Not really….remember I spent most of the war at school.”

“Right. Yeah” Ron sighed. “It’s a bit of a long shot. This whole situation is a nightmare, basically one guy escaped and I think he’s the one who cursed Harry.”

“Blood curse’s are notoriously difficult to cast. My father was quite interested in them” Theo admitted. “Actually that might be the idea” he muttered. “My father met with a few people, trained them or shared his research. He probably has a record or two.”

“Really? Blimey, that would really bloody help. But fuck I’d have to get legally. So you’d have to turn it in…and even then it might get a bit dicey.”

“Raid it” Theo suggested. “I’ll give you the key.”

“Really?” Ron asked.

“I don’t live there. So sure” Theo smiled.

“Your bloody brilliant” Ron beamed.

“I’d be more brilliant, if you let me feed you the donuts, and cook you dinner tonight.”

Ron grinned, “It’s terrifying, how easily food, and your attention means I agree to anything.”

“You have many siblings, and I treat you like you’re the most important person in the world.”

Ron smiled and stared at Theo, squeezing his hand tightly. “I Bloody love you..”

Theo flushed, “You..what? Really?”

“Err yeah. Really” Ron nodded.

Theo smiled and kissed Ron lovingly, “I love you too. Now have a donut..”

“With pleasure” Ron grinned as Theo fed him, donut after donut. Until tray had nothing but crumbs. Ron’s belly bulging full and swollen, his breathing heavy as Theo attended to him.

Chapter 10

There’s Something about Neville

“Sorry. I received an urgent owl?” Neville asked as he looked at the woman who sat behind a glass window at the entry of the ‘WING’

“And you are?” The nasel voiced nurse asked.

“Neville Longbottom” Neville said sighing. He was here often enough, he wondered if the nurse needed to be a patient.

The nurse opened a great leather book and began scanning the lined book, with near incomprehensible handwriting. The door to the hospital wing, which usually remained closed. It buzzed and opened, “Neville, Thankyou for coming so quick. Is your grandmother here?” Healer Lawrence, a black woman who’d been his parents primary Healer for some time.

“Oh. She’s away visiting my uncle.”

“That might things a little more difficult” Healer Lawrence admitted, as she ushered Neville inside.

“How?”

“Your mother is lucid.”

Neville blinked, “Sorry, did I hear that correctly.”

“It happens sometimes. Rare but it happens?” She admitted.

“So she’s cured?” Neville asked. “She’s healed herself?”

“Not quite. It usually passes. But it can be quite traumatic” Healer Lawrence admitted. “It might be a bit of a shock.”

“For her or me?” Neville asked worried.

“Her” Healer Lawrence admitted.

She wasn’t in the open wing she was normally in, she was in a private room.

“Alice” Healer Lawrence. “Someone has come to see you.”

Neville stared at her, he’d been visiting her since he was a child. But there was always that lack of recognition. But her eyes widened slightly.

“Frank?”

“No. Mum…I’m not Dad” Neville swallowed a lump in his throat.

“I’ll leave you two alone. But treasure this moment” Healer Lawrence.

Neville sat down in the chair and smiled gently, “Hello Mum.”

“Look at you. You’re a man. I don’t understand…” Alice asked.

“A dark witch tortured you and Dad. And ever since you’ve been here at St Mungo’s.”

“Oh” Alice said. “Who raised you?”

“Granny, she’s pretty fearsome. But brilliant” Neville smiled.

“I bet” Alice smiled. “Tell me about everything I missed.”

So Neville told her. He told her about his schooling, his first kiss with a muggle girl who lived near his grandmothers, how he went in school, and the war. He kept waiting for after telling her everything, that she would become like her old self.

“How are we going?” Healer Lawrence.

“How long do I have?” Alice asked honestly. “I can’t leave can I?”

“No. And I don’t know. Could be a few hours. Might be less” Healer Lawrence admitted.

Neville bit his lip.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Alice asked.

“I do. We’ve been together for about three years.”

“I’d like to meet her. Do you think you’ll marry her?” Alice smiled.

“Yes. We’ve talked about getting married eventually. It’ll be a small wedding. Her parents died during the war” Neville admitted. “Actually…” he smiled, “I have an idea. Is there somewhere I can send an urgent message.”

“My office, if you’d like to make a firecall” healer Lawrence suggested.

❧

Hannah’s face appeared in the flames, she grinned. “I thought you were at work?”

“St Mungo’s owl’d. Mum is lucid…she’s all there. It’s like the last twenty years have never happened. The healer said it might only last for the day, it’s fairly rare.”

“Oh Merlin, Neville. Wait why are you fire calling me then?” Hannah asked.

“She wants to meet you. Well actually I was thinking. As…this might never happen again. We could…” Neville felt his face become hot.

“Oh of course Neville. I was never a white wedding girl” Hannah said wryly. “I’ll come straight away.”

“Stop by my place. Harry and Draco will be there, rope them in to be witnesses” Neville suggested.

“Just do me one thing. Ask the question?”

“Now?”

“For traditions sake.”

“Hannah Abbot, will you marry me?” Neville smiled.

“Yes.”

It was impressive how quickly Draco and Harry arrived. Hannah was presumably behind them.

“Here I have a suit for you” Draco said handing him a bag. “Good afternoon Ms Longbottom.”

“Hello. We haven’t met have we?” Alice asked.

“No we haven’t” Draco smiled.

“Mum” Neville interrupted. “I’d actually like to introduce you to Hannah. She is with you right?”

“Yes” Hannah’s laughter came from outside the room.

“She is yeah” Harry grinned. “Harry Potter” he smiled introduced himself to Alice. “And this is Draco Potter.”

Neville looked confused as did Draco. “What was that?” He hissed.

“Given your aunt hexed her, I thought discretion might the wisest idea” Harry muttered.

“Ah. Perhaps you’re right” Draco agreed.

The pair stepped back against the wall, as Hannah walked in, she wore a white dress, that hugged her curvy figure. Draping over plump round belly. Neville was reminded of a baked Alaska, with Hannah’s sunburnt blonde hair.

“Mum. This is Hannah.”

“Hello Mrs Longbottom. It’s wonderful to meet you properly” she said warmly.

“You’re beautiful, so you’ve been dating my Neville.”

“I’ve been lucky enough. He’s very sweet, and handsome.”

“I’m glad, I hope you look after him” Alice smiled, but there was sadness there.

Neville however blushed, and Harry just chuckled quietly.

Alice eyed Harry, “You Harry, I imagine are just like your father.”

“Oh but he has his mother’s eyes” Draco added.

Harry whacked him playfully, “Prat.”

“You adore it, git” Draco said amused.

“Oh. Now I borrowed this Video camera from Dudley. So I can film it all” Harry said pulling out a large home video camera. Draco sighed and shook his head.

“Sorry to interrupt, a marriage celebrant is here” Healer Lawrence smiled.

“I pulled a favour” Draco smiled.

A wizened old man looked around slightly confused. “Bit peculiar” he admitted. “But still it’s not the location that matters. But the promise you make each other.”

“Well said” Alice said warmly. “Could I make one request?”

“Anything Mum?” Neville smiled.

“I want to walk you down the aisle” Alice smiled.

“Then perhaps you ought to take this” Draco said pulling a bouquet out and handing it to Neville.

Neville sighed, but took the bouquet. “Perfect” Hannah smiled standing beside the celebrant. “This definitely confirms I wear the pants.”

Alice laughed, “yes. I think we ought get started while the afternoon sun warms the room.”

“I should have brought a grammarphone” Draco muttered.

“I don’t think that’s necessary” Alice smiled. As she hummed the wedding march, taking the cue. Harry and Draco joined in. As Alice led Neville across the room.

“I’m glad I got to see this” Alice smiled. “Thankyou, my sweet boy.”

Neville smiled and kissed his mother’s cheek gently. “I love you Mum.” He smiled and turned to Alice and took her hands.

“We are gathered here today” The celebrant began and smiled. “To join Neville Alphonse Longbottom and Hannah Jane Abbott in blissful matrimony.”

The wedding was sweet, and Neville couldn’t help his smile as he kissed Hannah. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“The same amount otherwise I imagine it’d be unfair” Neville smiled.

“It’s a pity we do not have any champagne” Alice commented.

“I think they’d disapprove” Neville smiled.

“They would” Healer Lawrence said from the doorway.

“Harry, that camera could I speak to it?” Alice asked.

“Of course” Harry smiled pointing the camera toward her.

“I want to leave a message.”

“Right sure. It’s recording so go ahead.”

“Neville can I have a moment” Alice asked gently.

“Of course Mum” Neville smiled.

Alice took Neville’s hand and led him slowly from the room.

“Neville, Alice and I hope the many grandchildren you’ll have. I love you all, I’m sad that I might not remember this day. Or any of your further visits. But I am so glad I got to see you got married. Hannah you are a beautiful woman, and although my time with you has been brief. I wish you a long happy marriage with Neville. My Neville, my sweet boy. I want you to know that I would make my choice again. To protect you. I love you so very much.” Alice smiled sadly. “I hope you will be a wonderful husband, and a wonderful father.”

Alice smile faulted, “I love…” she trailed off and looked distant.

Harry stopped the camera. “Neville” he called politely.

“James, are you getting fat? Lily is spoiling you” Alice giggled.

Harry swallowed, and felt his heart ache.

Neville appeared and spotted the look on Harry’s face. His expression fell.

“Mum?” Neville said gently.

Harry stepped back, and Hannah was by Neville’s side.

“Alice?” Hannah said gently.

“You’re so very pretty. So pretty.”

Neville sniffed and felt his eyes water. “I love you mum” Neville murmered and squeezed her hand. Alice just smiled looking distant, as she gently hummed the marriage (song?).

Chapter 11

Back to Work.

“Welcome Back!” A wizard smiled as Harry walked into the lift. His eyes glanced down at Harry’s middle then back up at him. It had happened four times this morning and he hadn’t even got to the office yet.

“Thanks” Harry said simply.

He was relieved when the doors opened and he headed down the corridor to the Auror Offices. Nothing had really changed in his absence. Everyone was working away. Harry made his way through the cubicles to Robards office.

“Hello” Harry said knocking on the office door as he pushed it open.

“Now there’s a sight for a sore eyes. Harry, so you’re cleared for duty?” Robards grinned.

“Yep” Harry confirmed. He handed over the paper from the healer.

Robards the scanned the paper, “you’ve put on weight. That happens…” he murmured reading further. “A blood curse?”

“Yeah. It’s fine, they said it’s not fatal” Harry reassured. “Either way cleared to return to work.”

“I heard that Ron has been making excellent progress.”

“He’s been working very hard.”

“You haven’t been helping him at home have you?” Robards asked.

“Never” Harry said innocently.

“Splendid, if you want to get started with these” Robards said handing a stack of files over.

“Welcome back Harry” Harry muttered taking the stack. And carrying him over to his desk. His cubicle, it was exactly as he’d left it. He looked at Ron’s desk, it was now empty. He had his own office now.

Harry sighed.

“Hey Harry, so what did Robards give you?” Neville asked dragging his chair over.

“Bunch of paperwork, and files” Harry muttered.

“How’s married life?”

“Good. Not that different” Neville admitted. “But it’s nice. Granny had a fit, but it was worth it.”

Harry chuckled and leaned in his chair, “I bet. I didn’t think you’d be first to marry.”

“Neither did I, you’ll be next. Draco is practically your wife already.”

“Yeah he packed me lunch” Harry said wryly. “He worries I won’t eat enough.”

“I don’t think you need the help with that” Neville grinned prodding Harry’s belly. “You’rere getting fat.”

“Yeah. Everyone person who’s said hello to me this morning noticed too” Harry chuckled.

“So are you and Draco, ever going too?”

“Get married?” Harry guessed. “I’d like too. But I also know Draco almost died at his last one. So I’m not rushing.”

“Yeah I suppose that would put anyone off” Neville agreed. “So what are these…. Oh these are cold cases.”

“Yeah. Interesting though” Harry admitted. “Always feels like studying though.”

“I’m gonna leave you to that” Neville commented.

Ron appeared behind them, “Finally you two. Grab your stuff, we have work” Ron grinned.

“Robards gave me work” Harry said gesturing to the stack of files.

“Yeah. Or you can come on a raid?” Ron suggested.

Harry grinned, but the smile faded. “Please Potter for Merlin’s sake, don’t push yourself. Take things slow” Draco had warned him.

“Sorry i can’t. I have to take things easy” Harry admitted. “I’m gonna start with the casework.”

“Really?” Ron frowned.

“Yes. Enjoy the raid” Harry said opening the files.

They were four male wizards, in their twenties, young, and handsome. They’d all disappeared over the stretch of ten years, going back before the war. Around the town of Arrowhead, down the coast from Brighton. The interviews taken of the family, were scattershot. It was clear the investigator wasn’t particularly interested. He found the full case information in the archive room, most of it was more detailed accounts of what the report had already covered.

At the bottom was a post it note. ‘Muggle dissapearances?’ But he could tell from the handwriting it wasn’t the lead investigator’s. Harry using the ‘offical channels’ was able to find out about a series of disappearances of you men in the same age range. The last one having been two years ago. Harry made a visit to the police station and a constable clued Harry up on their investigation. He took out his map and began making the disappearances. Sure enough they all focused on a very distinct area.

“Interesting” Harry murmured. “Is there land marks in this area?”

“Just a greasy spoon, but it’s hardly ever open. It’s just housing otherwise, and a mechanic. The problem is there’s no connection beyond the age. Otherwise they all have different backgrounds, different ethnicities.”

“Are the families still in the area?” Harry asked.

“Most of the moved. I don’t blame them, but yeah we assume they’re dead. But we’ve never been able to find a body. They effectively disappeared.”

“You’ve been most helpful” Harry smiled making a few notes.

“Which department are you from again?” The constable asked confused.

“Obliviate” Harry said wand in hand. “You don’t remember anyone from London visiting you today.” Harry left quickly after that. He decided to start at the greasy spoon, figuring they might remember some of the missing young men. The shop was on a corner and had faded lace curtains and a general impression of being run down. As he approached it almost sounded like it was busy, the smell of food hung in the air. Drawing him in. But when he approached the shop was silent, the doors were locked. It was almost frozen in silence. A light flickered and for a second he saw the shop as it truly was. Empty.

This was a trap.

“Were you looking for something to eat dear?” An old lady asked, she pushed one of those vinyl shopping baskets. She smelt of perfume and baked goods, dressed in bright ly knits and odd clothes.

“I was yeah” Harry smiled. “Heard this place was good.”

“Hasn’t been open for years. I live across the road, I’ll cook you up something. Big lad like yourself”

“Sure. I’m Frank Dursley” Harry smiled offering a hand.

“Tilly” she said smiling sweetly. Harry’s stomach gurgled hungrily, he’d become far too used to Draco’s attention. “Aren’t you hungry.”

Sure enough she led him across the road to a cottage with a suspiciously perfect garden. She pushed her trolley up the path as it rocked over the cobbles and opened the door.

Something instantly felt off. Everything was nice and sweet. Almost unnaturally so. It was as if every grandma had come together to create the most grandma seeming place ever.

“Tabby dear, I found a charming young man who was looking for a spot of lunch” Tilly called out.

A slimmer old woman, came out wearing an apron and large oven gloves. “Oh wonderful. Hello Dear.”

Sure enough Harry was seated in a large comfortable chair. And offered a huge plate of food. It was good and Harry was more than happy to eat it. But it was nothing compared to Draco’s cooking.

“You must be hungry. Would you like some cake?”

Harry winced a little, he couldn’t say no to cake. This might be a problem. “I’m okay” he lied.

“Just a small slice. I won’t take no for an answer” Tabby said placing a large quarter of cake. Chocolate cake, with perfect thick icing. “Just a bit” Harry said smiling, as he took a bite, and he felt that hunger. That desperation for more. And Harry lost track of time. The cake and sweets, and ice cream didn’t stop. His belly began to ache.

“Look how well he eats tabby. I think he’ll be perfect. Don’t you?” Tilly smiled.

“Oh I think so too” Tabby agreed. “I think he’ll become such a big tubby boy.”

Harry swallowed, he felt the sugar haze passing. He attempted to move but he was too full. “Urrrrrrrppppp” he belched suddenly.

The two old woman noticed he was awake.

“There’s our greedy boy. You ate so well, practically out of house and home” Tabby smiled.

“Oh I agree, he’ll be delicious. And he’s so well fed, we didn’t even have to do most of the work” Tilly smiled. She removed her shawl, and Harry noticed how it reminded him of a net. Before Harry could push away Tilly wrapped the shawl with fast reflexes. It pulled across him tightly, constricting him until he could barely move his arms.

“The fat ones always make the best meat” Tabby said as she removed a large knife.

Harry swallowed. At least he figured what had happened to the missing young men. However if the two old women didn’t kill him. Draco would undoubtedly do it.

Harry wriggled slightly, trying to reach into his pocket. He managed to slide his wand into his hand.

“What is that you’ve got a stick?” Tabby chuckled. Interesting they were Muggles.

“Stupefy” Harry said and Tabby went rigid as a board. He cast a hex on the chair and it suddenly collapsed underneath him. Freeing him, he cast another at Tilly. Both elderly ladies bound and unmoving.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He kept his wand out, and began examining the cottage. A padlocked cupboard sat off the kitchen. Harry broke the lock and he felt sick. Vacuume packed bags of meat and body parts. Fatty bulging slabs of meat. Perfect for stews.

That’s what happened to the men. Sure enough he found butchers tools and heavy duty cleaning products. Harry called the police, and the constable he spoke to earlier arrived.

“Looks like you figured it out” The Constable sighed. “Small town, we never have the resources to look into it. How did you figure it out?”

“I was the prime target. I figured lt was worth a shot.”

“You acted as bait. Thank you, Harry was it?”

“It was” Harry smiled. Harry offered a report, before he apparated. He wandered back into the office. Ron was arriving back with his raid party.

“Harry? I thought you were going to look at that case file.”

“Hey how was the raid?” Harry asked.

“It was a bust” Ron muttered. “You?”

“Stopped two canablistic old muggle ladies. That were abducting young men and fattening them up for meat.”

Ron gaped, “Your kidding?”

“Nope” Harry confirmed.

“Draco is going to kill you” Ron pointed out. “So much for taking it easy.”

“To be fair. They did feed me lunch” Harry said patting his gut.

“A hell a first day” Ron chuckled. “Glad you’re back.”

“Me too” Harry grinned. “Don’t mention the cannibal muggles to Draco or he’ll never let me leave the house again.”

“I’m not keeping that a secret” Ron said firmly. “It’s hilarious.”

“Draco’s going to kill me.”

“Yeah or chain you to a bed” Ron agreed. “Good luck.”

Chapter 9

Hermione and Viktor Origin

Hermione lay in bed, her belly bulged outwards. She didn’t look pregnant or really feel it. She looked fat. She was a little glad she’d realised so soon after not having her period. But it was a shock, at least to her it was.

Viktor was over the moon, but he was older. Ready to settle down. But with Viktor everything felt so fresh. If it had been Ron, well she would have been ready. But it wasn’t Ron, and he was moving on. Hermione hated that deep down she would get an abortion if she could. But when the wizarding world is such a minority. No one really ever thinks about needing birth control. Especially when everyone’s values were straight out of the 19th century. And according to the healer when hermione asked, “Your a witch, why would a muggle procedure work.”

Hermione tried to close her eyes and relax. But Viktor’s snoring kept her from falling asleep. Ron didn’t snore.

Hermione felt the pain in her stomach. A cramping. A familiar intense cramping. Something was wrong.

“Viktor?” Hermione jabbed him in his side. “Viktor! We need to go to the hospital.”

❧

“I’m sorry” The Healer said gently.

Hermione thought she’d feel sad. She knew she ought too. Viktor looked heartbroken. Hermione just felt relieved.

“Will it be safe to try again soon?” Viktor asked.

“After two weeks. To avoid infection” The Healer said gently. “I’d like to keep Hermione over night just to run a few tests.”

“Anything I should be worried about?” Hermione asked.

“When I have the test results I’ll let you know.”

Viktor sat on the edge of the bed and he squeezed Hermione’s hand. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Hermione considered for a long moment, and she saw the fresh pain in Viktor’s eyes. She didn’t know if she could break his heart. “I….” The words failed her.

Viktor hugged her, his arms wrapping around her tightly. Holding her close. “I’m sorry my Slonche” he murmured into her ear.

“Viktor…” Hermione said pulling away. “I don’t think I was ready for a baby.”

“Oh” Viktor said quietly.

“I’m sorry” Hermione guilt tightening in her stomach.

“Shh. Do not apologise for being honest” Viktor reassured. “We are a team, and if we do not communicate we cannot work together.”

“I know. But you wanted this baby.”

“I did. Because it would be with you” Viktor murmured as he brushed a curl out of her eyes. “But it is a normal thing I’m told.”

“Yeah. It is” Hermione agreed.

“Then there’s nothing wrong” Viktor said rubbing her belly.

Hermione guided his hand away, it felt a little bit wrong to feel her belly. She bulged outward. The hospital gown feeling tighter than she’d like. She really had gotten obese.

“My Slonche” Viktor said. “What aren’t you saying?”

Hermione looked into Viktor’s eyes, “Viktor…” she sighed. “I’m scared. Having a baby is scary. I’m not ready maybe in a year or two. We’ll have to be more careful”

Viktor smiled and kissed her gently, “Yes. You should be my wife first. Then children” he agreed.

Hermione chuckled, and smiled. “I want a more romantic proposal than that.”

“Lay down with me?” Viktor asked.

“We can’t have sex for two weeks” Hermione pointed out.

“To hold you” Viktor murmured.

Hermione lay down on the bed and Viktor cuddled her, his arm holding her belly. She tried to relax, as even though she wasn’t pregnant. And she was relieved. But it was the realisation that she missed Ron.

❧

Hermione ate her breakfast with enthusiasm. Viktor had gone home to shower.

“Hey” Ron smiled in the doorway. Then immediately forced a frown. He carried a bag with him. “Viktor told me. I’m sorry…”

Hermione sighed, “he’s more heartbroken than I am.”

“Oh” Ron murmured. “I got you these. It was my boyfriend’s idea.”

“You have a boyfriend?” Hermione said shocked. “Since when have you been interested in guys.”

“Since him” Ron said honestly. “It’s just been a few dates. But it feels good” Ron admitted. “He’s different, and he is a Slytherin. But he’s great. And You have Vikor, and Draco’s right, I need to move on” he admitted.

Hermione sighed, “Do you have to? Move on?” She felt almost ashamed. Ron squeezed her hand and kissed it gently.

“Yes. Because we’re better as friends. All we did in school was argue. Then we got together and….”

The wall of rose tinted nostalgia. And the fleeting happy moments, the contentment. Was overwhelmed by the pain of all the fights, the bad dates. “I’d forgotten…”

“I know” Ron chuckled. “I hadn’t” he admitted looking pained.

“You are happier with Vikor. As he makes you into his wife. You’ll be pregnant again soon, and this time you’ll be excited” Ron reassured. He smiled at her.

“We weren’t all bad were we?” Hermione asked. She rubbed her big belly fondly. Ron’s eyes drifted to it. “Tell me. What would it have been like with you?”

Ron swallowed and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m not doing that” Ron decided. He met her gaze. He looked around and at the drawn curtains, and cupped her cheek leaning in and kissing her gently. A peck. A goodbye. “We weren’t meant to be.”

Hermione smiled, it was a little bit of relief. They kissed and she felt nothing.

“We’re still friends” Ron reassured her. “But you belong with Viktor.”

“I do. Although we’re dating Ronald Weasley. I’m not his property” Hermione said firmly.

Ron grinned, “she’s back.”

Hermione whacked him firmly. “So who’s the boyfriend?”

“Uhh well” Ron trailed off.

The door opened and a Theodore Nott stood in the doorway. Wearing his fitted nurses uniform, Ron was instantly distracted by him. He was holding a lavender teddy bear. “How are you feeling?” Theo asked gently. “I’m officially on my break.”

Every single defence Hermione had just went up. “Fine” she said shortly. She turned towards Ron, glaring at him with judging eyes. Draco dating Harry was bad enough, but Theo. Honestly.

Ron turned a deep scarlet.

“Didn’t you just have a misscarriage? How are you fine?” Theo said frowning. “Oh. You don’t trust me, figures. Well this is to go with the other stuff in the bag.”

“That you picked out?” Hermione said now looking into the gift back like it was hexed.

“Well I am a nurse. And Ron didn’t really know where to start” Theo pointed out. “He’s sweet.”

“He is” Hermione agreed. “If you break him.”

Theo sighed and put his arm around Ron. “I’m not a cold hearted bitch. I have feelings, and I like Ron. I like him a lot. Maybe more than like. I don’t have to justify that to you. Be grateful I’m not pansy, she tired to date him.”

“No I suppose you don’t have to justify them” Hermione agreed feelings slightly guilty.

“You definitely don’t” Ron smiled up at him. Theo’s stern expression melted and he kissed him gently. “Don’t overdo it, you’re too good at turning me on” Ron blushed. “Harry and Neville had a laughing fit last time?”

“Would you prefer I don’t kiss you at all big boy?” Theo said with a smile. Hermione realised she’d never seen Theo smiling kindly. He was almost like a new person, different from the scowling cold faced boy she remembered from school.

“No. I like kissing you” Ron smiled back at her.

“Now. In the bag, because I assume Ron didn’t tell you” Theo began.

“You assume correctly” Ron admitted.

Theo chuckled, “okay, There’s a hot water bottle. Some chocolate, a couple of body lotions. Some Body oil, which is good for things apparently. And this” Theo handed over the teddy bear. “Is a heat pack. If you use a heating charm on the pouch in it, it’ll warm up. They’re so nifty. I had one when I went into hospital during second year. I had my appendix out.”

“Well, thankyou” Hermione said. Although she had great difficulty in admitted it.

“You’re welcome, and I’m sorry about the miscarriage” Theo said honestly.

“Thankyou” Hermione.

“Morning my Slonche” Vikor smiled. “I bought you a change of clothes, and your mother gave me this?” He held up a phone. “Apparently she wants you to use it to call her?”

Theo leaned over and whispered something in Ron’s ear. “You speak Bulgarian?” Ron questioned.

“I know a bit. Draco and I tried learning it in fourth year, he didn’t get very far. I can pick up a few words here and there”

“I didn’t” Hermione smirked.

“Maybe you should have” Theo suggested. As he walked around the bed and whispered into her ear.

“It means what?!?” Hermione said horrified. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Vikor. “Viktor.”

Viktor let the pillow hit him as he chuckled, “but you are my elephant, elephants are beautiful and majestic.”

“And large” Hermione said eyes narrowing. Vikor patted her belly affectionately.

Ron sniggered quietly. Theo leaned over and patted Ron’s belly. “Glass houses” Theo murmured before kissing his cheek. Ron stopped laughing.

Hermione wouldn’t give Theo the credit. But perhaps, she could admit he wasn’t so bad.

Chapter 10

“Of course you’d pay for a private box” Draco scoffed, as he and Harry walked up the narrow staircase.

“I didn’t pay, it was offered” Harry replied. “How fat do you think i am?”

“True. I might have been a bit presumptuous over your lack of fitness” Draco agreed.

“Yep” Harry nodded stiffly.

Draco eyed him amused, “Struggling are we Potter?”

“Not puff at wheeze all” Harry replied annoyed.

“Heh” Draco sniggered under his breath. To be fair this may have been the most vigorous exercise Harry had done in weeks, possibly months. “Perhaps I’ll donate to put a lift in.”

Harry had stopped now and was leaning against the scaffolding that braced either side of the stairwell. His face was wet with sweat. “God I’ve become unfit” Harry puffed. “I used to have stamina.” Draco raised an eyebrow, but decided not to say anything. “Not like that.”

“I didn’t say a thing” Draco replied walking down to Harry. “Not a word my Porklet.”

“Your expression said everything” Harry said. “You enjoy this too much.”

“Do I?” Draco grinned kissing Harry. “Maybe I just find you attractive, regardless of your faults.” Harry’s hands were around Draco’s waist, his hands cupping the love handles Draco had developed. Draco tried to resist, but Harry squeezed them his fingers feeling the flab. It was shameful.

“My piglet” Harry murmured a line of drool between their lips when he pulled away. “Soon you’re going to be struggling as much as me.”

“It’ll be a while before I become that unfit” Draco replied, and leaned in to resume kissing Harry. Feeling his cock harden, as Harry’s gut pressed against him.

“Get a rooooooom” Neville called up from the staircase bellow.

“Don’t be jealous Longbottom” Draco replied resuming the kissing. Harry squeezed his ass firmly, Draco was ashamed he was enjoying this recent streak of Harry manhandling him. “Potter…why are you groping me”

“Can’t help it” Harry grinned, “your very gropable.”

“Tubby” Neville coughed quietly.

“What was that lardbottom” Draco said steeling.

“Now now” Harry growled playfully. “Be nice…”

“He’s implying that I’m” Draco said irritated.

“Fat?” Hannah offered. “It’s just a pound or two relationship weight.”

Harry nodded, “It’s a sign your happy”

“I have been exercising” Draco said as he continued up the stairs. Knowing Harry was lumbering behind him. “It’s been quite trying.”

“I was wondering what you’re doing when they’re all at work” Hannah commented.

“The answer is eat..” Neville whispered. “Those trousers are about to burst.”

“Ignore them” Harry said patting Draco’s behind. “Your skinner than I used to be.”

Draco nodded pushing the thoughts of his weight aside. Harry words weren’t remotely true, but he needed them. That quiet voice he would never be good enough. But the more his love handles became more defined, and his paunch launched further, the more protective Harry seemed to get.

He was probably a bit of a hypocrite over teasing Harry so much. No doubt he would be wheezing if he tried to walk up a staircase soon.

The top of the stairs was heralded by a pair of wooden doors guarded by a velvet rope and a house elf with a clipboard.

“Names” The Elf squeaked with an impressively disengaged tone.

“Harry Malfoy and Draco Potter” Harry grinned.

Draco scowled at Harry, “really?”

“Trying things out” Harry chuckled.

“You could just hyphenate it” Hannah chuckled.

“Says Mrs Longbottom” Harry grinned.

The elf clicked his fingers and the rope dissapeared. Harry and Draco were ushered through, Hannah and Neville following behind.

The private box was essentially a private bar on two levels, with a series of couches on with excellent views of the quidditch pitch. There was already a contingent of weasleys. Not that Draco was suprised, it was Putting his puddlemere United Vs the Holyhead Harpies.

Krum vs Ginny.

Battle of the seakers. As they’d affectionately named the match at the house.

“Would you like a drink?” Draco asked Harry.

“Beer would be great” Harry smiled.

Draco found himself lingering towards the back of the room. He felt uneasy with so many of many of Harry’s friends, and allies during the war. It was one thing to be accepted by Harry, but even Draco could see the furtive glances of distrust in his direction.

“Mr Malfoy”

Draco instantly tensed out of reflex, “Professor McGonagall.”

“It’s impressive I still have that affect on my former students” She said amused, “Why are you attempting to blend in with the wallpaper.”

“Harry invited me, I am a fan of quidditch” Draco pointed out.

“Yes. You were quite the ruthless seeker” Professor McGonagall commented.

Draco nodded, looking over at Harry. Who was laughing at something the not dead identical Weasley had said. “I haven’t played quidditch in quite some time.”

“Yes I can tell”

Draco frowned at that.

“I am sorry to hear about Astoria’s death.”

Draco nodded humbly, not remotely surprised she didn’t mention his father’s death. They certainly had ever seen eye to eye.

“I did hear from Hagrid you had stopped your studies as a healer?” Draco scowled involuntarily, annoyed that Hagrid was gossiping about his life. “You don’t approve?”

“It’s odd. However my parents weren’t particularly forward about the circumstances of their relationship” Draco said carefully. “And I paused my studies due to the circumstances of my engagement. Harry has been encouraging me ad nauseam to continue it.”

“Harry has?” Professor Mcgonagall asked curiously.

“Malfoy” Ron called out, “Game’s starting.”

“Oh Merlin” Draco groaned. “I told you…”

“You’re the M. Come on..” Ron said holding up the container of body paint.

Harry lumbered over shirtless, with a large red U painted on his stomach. “Come on” Harry said offering his hand. “Hello Professor Mcgonagall.”

“I’m not going shirtless” Draco muttered, as he pulled out a large white t-shirt.

“Okay” Harry said taking the shirt.

“I’ll be there in a minute. I think I might require a shot of tequila. It’s lovely to see you Professor” Draco commented as he made a line straight to the bar. He poured the salt onto the back of his hand licking it up, before he forced the shot down and bit down on the slice of lemon. He felt the rush instantly, as it pushed him toward tipsy.

“Come on, Malfoy. Move it. My nipples are getting hard” Ron declared.

“Ron. Less talk about your nipples, I don’t want to throw up” George grimaced. “Especially as you’re being a traitor to the family today.”

“The Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb” Draco replied, as he took the shirt from Ron. Pulling it on over his shirt, he felt a little more comfortable. His plumper figure now disguised.

Neville, Ron and Harry were all shirtless they’re bellies painted with letters spelling out ‘KRU’

Draco sighed, “Only Gryfindors would come up with this.” Draco noticed Hermione sitting on the couch wearing a Puddlemere Jersey. “You decided not to involve yourself I see”

“Oh absolutely not” Hermione commented. “I’m more impressed they convinced you.”

“We nagged him” Harry grinned.

The stadium erupted with cheers, as the two teams walked out from either side.

“Krum! Krum! Krum!” The boys cheered. Draco just politely pumped his first, smiling politely.

They were however well and truly drowned out by the contingent of Weasley’s. Ron seemed to take this as a personal challenge and the boys bellowed louder.

By half time the teams were neck and neck. Draco was reassured by this, given the group assembled a thumping might have soured the congenial but competitive tone.

“I thought you were bringing someone” Neville asked Ron.

“You? Do you finally have a girlfriend” Draco beamed delighted. Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

“Boyfriend” Ron corrected. “And he’s coming after work. So hopefully the second half” Ron grinned.

“I can’t wait to meet him” Draco said intrigued.

“Half time. Oh this is a splendid game! Ginny has really been matching Vikor” Mr Weasley said beaming. “That boys is your big sister” he explained to the two toddlers sat in a pram.

“We should have brought Teddy” Draco suggested to Harry.

“He gets bored. Probably when he’s a bit older” Harry smiled. “But our kids will definitely all be quidditch fiends.”

“I fear you grossly underestimate how much work our kids will be” Draco said amused.

“I already have a plan for that” Harry smiled kissing his neck.

“Hey. Careful, your smudge the letters. It’ll start looking like an O in a minute” Ron frowned.

“KROM, KROM, KROM” George mocked. Ron shook his head annoyed. “Oh come on, that’s funny.”

“Eh. Not one of your best” Angelina commented. “Maybe you’re loosing your touch.”

“You wound me woman” George frowned.

“I am hungry” Harry admitted. “Will you…?”

“Of course. Not going to let you starve” he reassured.

Draco peeled away and headed back to the bar. “So. Neville and I found a place” Hannah grinned. “Or I found a place and Neville likes it.”

“Congratulations” Draco smiled. “So Neville will be moving out?”

“Well we are married” Hannah said wryly.

“That’s understandable” Draco agreed. “I’ll certainly miss you.”

“We’re not dying, we’ll come visit. And frankly your cooking is better than mine” Hannah explained. “So we’ll visit a lot.”

Draco chuckled, “I’ll give you a few of my recipes.”

“Good because Neville’s appetite is hard to keep up with. How do you manage with Harry.”

“It’s practically a full time job” Draco admitted. “Sometimes it feels like mine is not that different.”

“You’ve definitely looking. Plumper..” Hannah commented. “Harrys certainly noticed.”

“What?” Draco frowned.

“He has this look in his eyes when your away for too long. Like he craves you.”

“I didn’t think anyone else noticed that” Draco blushed.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked. Draco smiled and offered his lengthy order.

“I did. Neville is the same. He’s very…”

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Neville is? How interesting.”

“May I test a theory?” Hannah suggested.

“Go on.”

Hannah guided Draco’s hands onto her belly, Draco took the hint and began feeling it. Hannah lifted up the baggy white shirt and did the same. “Now just look like we’re talking….and…”

Draco murmured fakely, before he glanced over. Harry and Neville were staring at them. Hungry eyes. “Merlin..”

“Our husbands are perverted” Hannah laughed.

Draco flushed, “Harry and I we aren’t married. I don’t know if I can get married” Draco muttered quickly. It was the first time he’d said anything like that out loud.

“Really?” Hannah looked surprised.

“My fiance died at my last wedding” Draco said honestly. “I love Harry. But I don’t know if I can get through a big wedding. Or any wedding.”

“Does Harry know that?” Hannah asked looking worried.

“No. I didn’t” Harry murmured.

Draco looked away, “I ordered you some food. I might go home. Start getting ready for dinner tonight.”

“No. We’re talking first” Harry said firmly.

“You’ve had a few drinks, we both have. We can discuss it later.”

“I’m sobering up really quickly” Harry said voice trembling.

Draco took a shaky breath, “Okay. Let’s…talk” he agreed. Harry offered a hand and Draco didn’t take it, walking out of the private box. Draco walked down the staircase. And sat down on the edge of the next landing, his feet resting on the next step.

Harry sat down beside him. “We never really talked about long term..”

“No…nothing solid” Draco said looking forward.

“Okay. Can I talk?” Harry asked.

Draco nodded.

“I’ve been around for a while. I’ve dated Ginny, and Cho. I gave Colin Creevy his first kiss. And I lost my virginity to Oliver Wood before fourth year, and then lied to Cedric Diggory and let him take it again. I’ve had all kinds of attachments, and I usually let them try to fill the void. I don’t have a family, I have friends. So many friends. But all my family are gone. Or at least they were. I look at you, and see a family. I see a future with you”

“Oh”

“Yeah. I know we talked properly about your last wedding” Harry admitted. “I assumed, that you weren’t interested in opening up again.”

“Yes. I wasn’t. I had a plan” Draco considered. “I was going to Marry Astoria, we wouldn’t have an heir. She was sick, that was partially why. I married a pure blood girl and then we could be content. I wanted my family line to die with me.”

“You wanted to be the last Malfoy.”

“My family did horrible things during the war.”

“I know I was there, and on the receiving end of some of it.”

“The dining room it used to have this beautiful hardwood floor, that was this dark colour that been there for hundreds of years. Voldemort slaughtered so many goblins that it permanently stained it. So now it’s carpeted” Draco explained slightly irritated. “There are days we’re I want to burn the place down. Myself with it. I wrote off my future with Astoria. And I’m enjoying the now with you.”

“Okay. I enjoy the now too” Harry commented.“Can we consider a future?”

Draco swallowed.

“I don’t want a wedding. I almost died, my fiance died. My father died. So many people died. Merlin, Potter you were cursed!” Draco said frustrated.

“Okay. Do you want a marriage?” Harry asked.

Draco swallowed, and his mouth fell open in silence. “I…” he thought about Harry. About how he enjoyed cooking for him, how it felt so easy to banter with him. That while they enjoyed mocking one another. There wasn’t hurt, and he loved the way Harry made him feel wanted. “Yes.”

Harry took a deep breath out and relaxed, “Good. That’s… god that’s good.”

“It scares me. The thought of a wedding. Marrying you, every day I fear you’ll be back in that hospital” Draco said.

“That’s what marriage is” Harry answered, “or at least I assume it is. I don’t exactly have a lot of role models.”

“I suppose we don’t. I don’t even know if my parents marriage was based on love.”

“It was. Because if there was one thing your parents loved more than each other. It was you” Harry said reassuring him. “They risked their lives to make sure you were safe.”

Draco smiled gently and kissed Harry, “I don’t think I can get through a big wedding.”

“Draco, I’m famous. I don’t want a big wedding” Harry agreed. “I just want you there.”

Draco smiled and kissed Harry gently, “Thankyou.”

“I have an idea actually” Harry said as he smiled deviously. “What if dinner. Is…more of a wedding?”

“This is Longbottom’s fault, for his impromptu wedding” Draco sighed, even if he didn’t mind the idea. “Fine. But my mother will have to attend.”

“Of course” Harry grinned.

They heard noise on the staircase, and Theodore Nott appeared. “Sorry to interrupt, is the private box this way?”

“Up the stairs. Yes. It’s invitation only.”

“Yeah. I know. Ron put me on the list” Theo smiled. “Hello Draco.”

Draco turned his head towards Theo. His eyes narrowed. “Ron put you on the list” Draco repeated.

“Theo wasn’t it?” Harry asked. “You should run.”

Theo looked at Draco, and bolted up the stairs before Draco could grab him.

“Don’t you run from me!” Draco bellowed going up the stairs.

Chapter 11

The Parting of ways?

Draco pelted up the stairs kicking open the door to the Private box. The House elf threw themselves out of the war.

Draco stormed up to Theo, the anger rising. “What the hell do you mean your dating Weasley” Draco exploded at Theo. “Just because I’m dating Harry, doesn’t mean you’re allowed to date a gryfindor too.”

“Allowed! Allowed. You can’t allow me to do anything Draco” Theo snapped back. “You don’t have a monopoly on obese Gryfindors.”

“I don’t think we are obese? Are we?” Harry asked Ron. George scoffed and made an oinking noise.

“Nah. We’re definitely getting fat though” Ron agreed. “Do you think we’re meant to stop this?”

Harry shrugged, “Errr.. not sure.”

“They’re adults, it’s not my fault they eat constantly” Draco said waving a hand toward Ron and Harry.

“Draco you cook enough to feed two dozen people on a nightly basis, of course they’re getting fat” Theodore pointed out.

“I’m just being hospitable. I haven’t seen you offering to cook” Draco snapped.

“This is much better than quidditch game” Angelina commented handing the popcorn to George.

“Slytherin’s do drama much more than us” George commented.

“We should stop them” Mr Weasley said firmly.

“Absolutely not” George and Angelina said in unison.

“Anyway Weasley isn’t interested in you” Draco said huffing.

“His name is Ron, and yes he is.”

“I know his name” Draco offered a hollow laugh, “It won’t last. He’s hardly your type.”

“At least I’m not getting fat dating my boyfriend” Theo retorted.

“Excuse me!” Draco said seeing red.

“Oh Merlin…” Harry groaned.

“Now do we intervene?” Ron asked.

“Yep” Harry nodded grabbing Draco’s hand as he pulled out his wand. “Put it a away.”

“He’s copying me” Draco frowned, “He always has.”

“Okay. Or. He does have genuine feelings for Ron, just like you have genuine feelings for me” Harry pointed out. “This isn’t something you need to be competitive over.”

Draco frowned, and Harry was certain Draco was now coming up with a list of things he could be competing over. “Perhaps…but Weasley needs someone nice and sweet and quiet.”

Harry laughed hard. “No he doesn’t. He’d get bored, he likes attention but not too much attention.”

“Don’t be a lavender” Ron admitted. “Rest in peace” he added quickly.

Draco and Theo looked at Ron confused.

“She got killed by Fenrir Greyback we think”

“It felt a bit weird to ask at her funeral” Ron admitted.

“We went to a lot of funerals” Harry agreed. “The point is, Theo definitely Ron’s type. You’re also his type, but I’m not sharing you.”

“Me and Ron?” Draco said horrified. “No.

And anyway we’re engaged.”

“Your what?!?!?” Theo and Ron said horrified. They weren’t the only ones who were staring at him.

Harry sighed, “Technically engaged.”

“We just discussed marriage, we’re engaged officially” Draco said dismissively.

“Merlin” Ron stared. “Congratulations”

“Mummy consented for Harry and I to marry. As long as we have children” Draco smiled.

Theo stared at Draco, before he finally asked. “Your Mum approved?”

“She did.”

All the anger Draco had towards Theo began to fade. “So Ron. I had wondered why his trousers needed taking out so quickly.”

“I work fast” Theo smiled offering a hand to Draco. “So I’m forgiven?”

“Yes” Draco said taking his hand.

“Thank god” Hermione sighed.

“I was hoping to see a punch” George commented.

“After everything …. your Mum approved. My father would never have allowed it.”

“To be fair. Given who she’s dating, it would be weird if she didn’t” Harry commented to Ron.

“Wait who’s she dating?” Ron said squinting.

Draco shot Harry a warning look that simply read. ‘Don’t’

“Who is she dating Draco” Theo crossed his arms. “If you’re embarrassed, then you can’t not tell us. We’re friends.”

“She’s… she’s saying Hagrid” Draco said quietly.

“You are kidding?” Theo said starting to smile.

“I wish I was” Draco said holding the bridge of his nose. “I can’t even pretend to understand.”

“Blimey. Well err good for Hagrid” Ron nodded, unsure what to say.

“I can” Theo admitted.

Draco looked at him eyebrow raised, “Please enlighten me in what my mother sees in that oaf.”

“He’s half giant isn’t he?” Theo asked.

Harry and Ron nodded in agreement.

“It’s sort of obvious isn’t it” Theo said simply.

“Oh” Harry realised. George snorted loudly, and Hermione gasped.

“Tell me” Draco snapped firmly.

Harry leaned in and whispered, “Theo thinks she’s enjoying his appendage.”

Draco went a furious tomato red, “That’s my mother.”

“And I won’t be the one saying i told you so, if your mother has a quarter giant baby.”

“That’s probably unlikely” Harry reassured.

“Probably is not certain enough” Draco said horrified.

“Stop winding him up, or I’ll never hear the end of it” Harry warned Theo.

“Have you convinced Draco to return to his studies?”

“Convince Draco? We’re talking about Draco Malfoy?” Harry pointed out.

“Excuse me?” Draco said firmly.

“You are very stubborn” Harry said wryly. “Actually before the game starts. Draco and I would like to invite everyone back to Grimauld Place for Dinner.”

“We would?” Draco frowned.

Harry winked with a grin. “We would. I’m also going to invite your mother and step father.”

“Do not! Call Hagrid my step father” Draco glared.

“We might name…”

Draco put his hand over Harry’s mouth. “Do not finish that sentence. We will happily have all of you for dinner.”

“Really?” Professor McGonagall said intrigued.

“Really” Harry nodded.

“Well I think that sounds like a splendid idea” Mr Weasley agreed.

“Guys. I think the game is about to start?” Neville commented.

“Draco. Put the shirt back on” Ron said firmly.

“Shirt?” Theo said confused.

Draco took the shirt from Ron and held it up. Theo snorted in amusement. “Yeah. Yeah..”

“It’s cute” Harry grinned squeezing his arse.

❧

“The Holyhead Harpies seeker Ginny Weasley has caught the snitch. Sealing the win for the Harpies.”

The roar from the private box was deafening. Even Harry, and Ron were yelling in triumph.

Draco looked at Theo, who had his fingers in his ears. “Welcome to the family.”

“I’ve met his family” Theo replied wryly.

“Okay. I’m going deaf now” Draco replied practically yelling. As Ron and Harry were belly bumping, their beer and food bloated stomachs wobbling against one another.

“It’s almost hypnotic” Theo commented.

“Mhhmmmmm” Draco agreed.

“This makes your obsession with him make so much sense” Theo grinned.

“I did not have an obsession with Harry Potter” Draco snapped. Loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Yes you did Draco Malfoy” Professor McGonagall said sipping a glass of wine. “Just as he was equally obsessed with you.”

“It was maddening” Ron agreed.

Harry elbowed him firmly.

“Poor Viktor” Draco said sighing.

“Viktor fought a tough game. But sometimes with the snitch it’s luck” Harry pointed out.

“It’s not luck it’s skill” Draco replied.

“My Sister is very skilled.”

“Always felt like luck to me” Harry shrugged.

Draco sighed and shook his head, “That’s because you have natural talent and a massive ego.”

“Just like you” Theo grinned.

Draco ignored him, Harry grinned and kissed Draco. “We should go see Viktor” Draco suggested, as he pulled away from Harry’s kiss.

“All those stairs?” Harry groaned.

“You could jump” Draco offered.

“Fine. We’ll go” Harry nodded.“Hermione? We’re going to find Viktor?”

“Oh yes” Hermione said grabbing her purse. They headed down the stairs. “Are you really engaged?”

“Sort of” Draco offered.

“We’re engaged” Harry said firmly. “We just needed to get a ring.”

“It’s not too soon?” Hermione asked.

“Nah. Maybe. But Draco he’s the one” Harry smiled.

Draco flushed, “really? Although I do think Hermione is right.”

“If I give you too much rope. You’ll run off. We’re going to get married, and then we’ll just be married” Harry explained.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “I told you..”

“You want a marriage. Not a wedding.”

“Well yes” Draco said, as they walked down the staircase.

“So we get married tonight. Then we just have a marriage. And you don’t have to fuss over a wedding.”

“Harry!” Hermione said frowning.

“What?” Harry replied. “I want Draco to be happy. And he’ll never be happy if we have to go through a full wedding. And honestly I’m famous, doing a low key wedding. Surrounded by all our friends sounds great.”

“Draco you of all people mustn’t be considering this seriously.”

Draco sighed, because he saw Harry’s point. What was worse he didn’t hate Harry’s idea. “I like it. Assuming it doesn’t result in a baby in nine months.”

“We don’t have to rush into children” Harry reassured.

“I swear you two” Hermione said exasperated.

“If Viktor proposed today. Would you accept” Harry suggested.

“Well, Yes” Hermione muttered. “Why has he mentioned something?”

“No. But the point is. You would say yes.”

“But I wouldn’t marry him today”

“I would” Draco commented.

Harry laughed amused. “Don’t think that’ll happen.”

“True. I have the chosen one of the wizarding world.”

“Don’t call Harry that. His ego is big enough” Hermione warned. As they reached the bottom of the staircase. “This way” Hermione said charging ahead, leading them down towards a corridor , toward the changing rooms.

“This is their actual changing rooms. The amount of times I’d read about it” Draco gushed.

“He sounds like you” Harry said looking at Hermione.

Hermione frowned at Harry.

“Can we go in?” Draco asked voice trembling.

“It’s a change room Draco” Harry pointed out.

“Right. Yeah” Draco nodded swallowing. “It’s the Puddlemere United Changerooms”

“Perhaps Viktor can get you a dirty jockstrap” Hermione said quietly.

“Really? I bet it smells like winners” Draco said with a manic look in his eyes.

“That was a joke” Hermione frowned.

“He’s a really big Quidditch fan” Harry said amused. “No jockstrap” Harry warned Draco.

“I’d get you to we…” Draco suggested seductively.

“You’re a virgin. Don’t get ahead of yourself” Harry whispered. “Otherwise you will end up pregnant in nine months.” Draco blushed deeply at that.

A group of wizards in dark green robes walked out all talking to one another. They all

Had dark hair and were all on the huskier side.

“That’s the head of the Bulgarian State Quidditch team. The one that enters the World Cup” Draco gasped. “We should have invited them to the private box. They must want Viktor to play for them in the next World Cup.”

“Really?” Hermione said conflicted.

Draco sighed, “Is this another wobble? And that’s not a reference to your weight.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “Yes.”

Draco sighed and rubbed his temple. “I’ve heard Bulgaria is nice.”

“It is. I’ve been” Hermione added distantly.

“Hermione” Harry frowned. “She’s afraid of commitment.”

“Is she?” Draco frowned. “That can’t be true.”

“Ron proposed” Harry explained. “She said no. It’s why they broke up.”

“What?!? When?!?” Draco gaped. “And you said no? Honestly no wonder Ron has been struggling.” Hermione looked at Draco. She clearly didn’t want to elaborate. “Ron said it was because he wouldn’t put out.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Okay. We don’t need to retread old ground.”

“You brought this up” Hermione said furiously. “And Ron has moved on.”

“Have you?” Draco asked.

“I’m trying.”

“Oh. That’s why you’ve ballooned. You’re doing the same thing Ron is doing. You both stress eat.”

“I do not stress eat” Hermione snapped annoyed.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “So you’re intentionally getting fat?”

Harry coughed loudly.

“Well…”

“That’s why you broke up with Ron? Because you wouldn’t tell. Oh you are infuriating” Draco huffed, “He thinks it’s because you wanted him to put out…”

“It’s complicated. Relationships are complicated” Hermione said exasperated. “Ron and I are done. And…”

“You’re with Viktor now” Harry pointed out. Hermione nodded, but Draco was not remotely convinced.

Draco frowned, “Okay. I apologise for bringing it up.”

“Good.”

“Perhaps.”

“Draco” Harry sighed, “I love you but I don’t think you’re helping.”

Draco shrugged, “Fine.”

Hermione looked around and leaned close until Draco could feel her belly pressing into him. “Ron kissed me, he did it to prove that we were over each other, and honestly he seemed to be. But it didn’t help me.”

Draco sighed, “Perhaps you have a fetish for red heads.” Hermione gaped at him. “Well, Dating a quidditch superstar isn’t clearly enough.”

“He is. But it’s complicated. I don’t know how to explain it” Hermione murmured.

“If you’re hesitating. It’s not the right person for you. Listen to the person whose previous fiancé died.”

Hermione sighed. “I got really fat didn’t I..”

Draco nodded, Harry shook his head and refused to make eye contact (The Coward).

Some of the other players began leaving, they looked dejected but kept their brave faces up.

“Your Viktor’s friends right?” One asked.

“Yeah we are.”

“You should probably just go in” the player said. “He took the loss pretty badly.”

“Oh no” Hermione said worried. “I should talk to him.”

“You sure?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. I think so” Hermione nodded.

Draco and Harry shared a look, and watched as she walked into the change room.

“She’s going to dump him isn’t he?” Draco commented.

“Yeah….Poor guy” Harry sighed.

“Harry!” A voice called down the corridor.

“Oh god. A fan” Harry groaned slumping down.

Draco looked down the corridor, and a girl with red hair in harpies quidditch robes. “Worse. A Weasley.”

Harry looked up brightly, “Ginny!” He waved.

Ginny sprinted down the corridor towards them. She looked at Draco, “Malfoy”

“Weaselette”

Harry whacked the back of his head playfully. “Be nice. Ginny this is my fiancee Draco.”

“Really Harry? You could do better, if you really want a blonde twink..” Ginny pointed out. She squinted and looked at them both curiously. “And You’re getting tubby Harry, you need a diet.”

“Long story” Harry said wryly.

“You know the harpies have a dietitian. I can get you in” Ginny said.

“Ginny” Harry chuckled, “It’s fine.”

“Yes. He’s fine” Draco agreed, personally offended at the suggestion of a dietitian. “If anything he is too thin.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow, “Let’s agree to disagree there.” She said prodding Draco’s pot belly. “Tubby.”

“Excuse me?” Draco said glaring.

“Ginny. Don’t wind him up” Harry said shaking his head.

“Has Viktor come out? I wanted to speak to him” Ginny admitted.

“Hermione is in there dumping him” Draco said more interested in his nails.

“Oh. Poor guy. Overdue for Hermione though” Ginny commented.

“Mhmmmm” Draco agreed.

“I was actually going to speak to him. He was great to fly against. It was a real challenge in a good way” Ginny smiled. “Impressed the Bulgarians.”

“Really?” Harry asked.

“They want to see if they can get me on one of their domestic teams.”

“Impressive” Harry grinned.

Hermione appeared, she looked guilty. Draco could tell she was trying not to cry. “Viktor asked me to marry him…”

Chapter 12

The Wedding of Hermione Jean Granger.

“You look beautiful darling” Mr Granger smiled as his daughter Hermione stepped out of the room she’d been getting ready in.

“Thankyou Daddy” Hermione smiled her cheeks flushing a soft pink.

“But you could have listened to your mother, it wouldn’t have hurt to lose a stone or two. You look like a pudding.”

Hermione’s face fell. “Right” she answered cooly.

“Perhaps we can keep those comments to ourselves” Draco said standing up and glancing at Mr Granger. “What’s the saying…”

“You are what you eat?” Mr Granger said chuckling, expecting someone to laugh with him.

The silence from Hermione’s chosen bridesmaids, Draco, Hannah and Pansy was deafening.

“No. If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all” Draco said tersely.

“Maybe we should crack that bottle before the ceremony” Pansy said reading the room.

“Yeah. We’ll need it” Hannah agreed.

Draco approached Hermione and smiled warmly, “No second thoughts?”

“No. None” Hermione smiled.

Draco looked over at Mr Granger, “Even..”

“Even him” Hermione smiled.

“Here we go, now I’ll show you how to drink so we don’t have to redo your lips” Pansy said handing Hermione a flute of champagne.

“Okay?” Hermione said curious.

“Tilt your head back, open your mouth and sort of pour it in” Pansy explained.

“Listen to her, she’s an expert in drinking” Draco commented.

Hermione glanced at Hannah, “It was either or her or Luna, and I’ve already seen her celebration hat. It has streamers.”

“Oh god” Hermione sighed trying to force a smile. She laughed, “Am I supposed to be nervous?”

Draco and Pansy shrugged, Hermione looked at Hannah, “Okay. Neville and I got married on a whim. I can’t give you the answer” Hannah pointed out.

“I can” Mr Granger commented.

“It’s normal to be nervous, to stand up there in front of everyone and publicly proclaim your love for someone. People can blame jitters on all sorts of things, but a marriage doesn’t truly change a strong relationship. But a marriage does give you security. And I know my daughter and I know your making this choice for the right reasons.”

Hermione smiled, “Thank you Dad. Although that doesn’t stop you complaining about my weight.”

“Well you are getting very very fat darling” Mr Granger said his face frowning with concern.

Draco and Pansy sighed.

“Dad…” Hermione said eyes narrowing.

“No one is perfect sweetheart” Mr Granger warned, “And you’re starting to resemble your Aunt Trish.”

“Dad” Hermione said already checking out.

“Hopefully we get this wedding going” Draco murmured.

The door was opened by the Bridal planner. A witch, who had dressed subtly in a bright turquoise power suit smiled. “And its time” She smiled.

Hermione took a deep breath and ran a hand over her belly, her wedding dress tight over it. She’d had to be sewn in, and she could feel the way it cupped her every fold of fat. She partially wished she’d gone for a corset. “Let’s do it.”

“Alright, Bridesmaids first, Maid of Honor last, and then the Bride and the Bride’s father” She said leading them out into the foyer of the reception centre. Two large door in sat closed, a pedestal with flowers sat either side.

Hermione heard the music, soft and gentle, and the Bridal Planner opened the door and ushered each bridesmaid through. “Good luck, not that you need it. Your cute together.”

“Thankyou Hannah” Hermione smiled and adjusted her veil. Mr Granger offered his arm to Hermione, and she took it gently. The door was opened and Hermione smiled, as even through the veil she could see all her friends and family standing watching her. Slowly leading her to the front of the room.

“I love you Hermione” Mr Granger whispered as he squeezed her hand. He reached and gently lifted the tule veil until her face was revealed.

“You look Beautiful”

Hermione felt herself blush, as she took his hands. He smiled back at her grinning.

“Welcome everyone, We are gathered here today, to witness the promises in marriage of Hermione Jean Granger and Percy Ignatius Weasley.”

“I love you” Hermione mouthed.

“I love you princess” Percy mouthed back smiling, his eyes watering.

--

“Hermione” Viktor said squeezing Hermione’s hand, he looked broken. “They want me to go to Bulgaria, to be on the World Cup team. They still want me..”

“I’m Happy for you” Hermione softened, she felt her whole body relax.

Viktor looked up at her with his dark eyes, “I want you to come with me? I want you to be with me.”

“Viktor?” Hermione said weakly, every nerve flaring up.

“Will you Marry me Hermione?” Viktor trembled and he looked up at her with hope.

Hermione knew her answer, she’d known for a while. It broke her heart to tell him. “I’m sorry Viktor, I can’t.” Silence engulfed them, and Viktor looked down at his feet. Hermione leaned in and kissed his forehead. “I’m sorry. Goodbye Viktor”

Hermione turned and it hurt, but it was the right choice. She walked slowly to the entrance of the changeroom. Harry, Draco and Ginny were staring at her concern on their faces. “Viktor asked me to Marry him.”

There was a beat as they tried to figure out what she’d answered with.

“I said no.”

“Are you okay?” Draco asked squeezing her hand.

“I will be. It was a long time coming” Hermione felt her voice tremble, she was barely holding her emotions back. “I might miss your dinner tonight.”

“Sure” Harry nodded concerned. “We can take you home.”

Hermione shook her head and walked away from them. Away from Viktor.

--

“I’d like to propose a toast. To the new Mr and Mrs Weasley” Harry beamed, his cummerbund straining across his fat belly. Hermione smirked slightly.

“That shirt is struggling” Hermione whispered to Percy.

“Almost as much as your dress” Percy whispered back delighted. “Did they really sew you in.”

“Your never letting me live that down are you?” Hermione huffed.

“Never ever” Percy grinned patting her belly. “Not that I can judge, I’m wearing a girdle.”

“Ahem” Harry coughed.

“Sorry” Hermione smiled.

“To Hermione and Percy” Harry said shaking his head and smiling.

“To Hermione and Percy” Their guests chorused back, as they all held their drinks up before taking a sip.

“Are we supposed to take a drink” Hermione asked.

“You drink mine; I’ll drink yours” Percy suggested as he reached across and took her glass. Hermione smiled and took Percy’s and took a sip. “We’re married.”

“We are” Hermione smiled.

“Enjoy, chat. I’ve been told that dinner will begin shortly” Harry warned everyone, before he sat down. A confident burble of chatter began, A round fat woman with greying curly hair waddled over puffing.

“Aunt Trish” Hermione smiled, “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Of course I’d make it to my only nieces wedding. Your first and only I hope” Trish winked.

“She’s had two weddings.”

“Divorced. I got married young, and then got fat and my husband left me. And then I married my second husband. He’s a big man too” Trish winked flirtatiously at Percy.

Percy coughed, his cheeks flushing. “Err. Thankyou.”

“So I haven’t been able to pry the full story out of your father. How did you two meet” Trish said interested.

Percy and Hermione shared a knowing look, “Well, we got stuck in a lift together” Hermione explained cagily.

--

Hermione headed toward the lift, she was tired and regretted being talked going into a late movie by Draco and Pansy. She still wasn’t sure how draco managed to convince her to be friends with pansy. The argument of ‘You have one Female friend; you need more women to talk to’ had worked. Hermione jabbed the lift button, annoyed wishing she’d stopped for coffee and a muffin but her diet convinced her not too. She felt a presence of someone nearby, but she ignored it. And waited for the lift doors to open. It felt like an eternity, no doubt coming from the top of the complex.

“Finally” Hermione sighed as the doors opened.

“It does take an age” A familiar voice said behind her.

Hermione walked in and turned to see Percy Weasley smiling at her. He was tall, although a few inches shorter than Ron. He was dressed rather well, Hermione considered. A dark set of robes with a slight green tinge to them, a pair of stylish horn rimmed glasses sat on his nose. They matched his amber eyes. Percy’s red hair was cut far more neatly than Ron’s had ever been. “Hello Percy” she smiled politely.

“Which floor?” Percy asked his finger hovering over the set of buttons.

“Fourth, please”

Percy jabbed the button for the fourth floor. “Same as me” he smiled. “Are you well, you’re looking a bit thin.”

“Thanks” Hermione tried not to frown, but it was Percy. Not a stranger. “I’m trying to lose a couple of stone.”

“I don’t think you need a diet” Percy commented.

“No?” Hermione said curiously. Almost flirtatiously. “What should I be doing?”

They were alone after all, in this very slow lift.

“Indulging yourself” Percy said quietly. His hand reached out, and after Hermione didn’t stop him. He pressed a finger into her soft belly and slowly dragged across the equator of her belly.

“My ex. He…” Hermione protested in defence. It’s what she usually used.

“I don’t think so” Percy said with a dismissive coldness.

“Well it’s the truth” Hermione said annoyed Percy had cut her off. She brushed Percy’s hand away, and felt slightly self conscious now.

The lift groaned audibly and stopped. The light above flickered slightly.

“Ah. We’ve broken down” Percy said annoyed. “Typical. It’s why I prefer the stairs.”

“There’s stairs?” Hermione asked allowed. “Is there a phone. Or someway to call for help?” Hermione asked looking at the buttons. She knew muggle lifts well enough there was usually a phone or a button.

This lift had neither. Typical.

“It’ll be some time” Percy said behind her. “Come….. sit.”

Hermione felt her cheeks blush slightly. Hermione huffed and looked at the ground. It was scuffed with shoe marks. “I’d rather not.”

Percy slid off his robes and lay them on the ground like a picnic blanket. He sat down and smiled. “Better? Princess?”

Hermione’s cheeks flushed red. So she sat. Begrudgingly.

“Usually when people break up with their partners. That’s when they get fat. It’s why Ron got fat, although the way he ate. It was probably inevitable” Percy commented considering.

Hermione wanted to get off this topic. Mostly as she couldn’t quite tell if Percy was being forward and flirtatious. Or just uptight and a bit clueless. It was Percy, so there was a chance it could be either. “I don’t want to talk about my ex.”

“Of course. My girlfriend, ex girlfriend” Percy commented. “She broke up with me because she went up a dress size. So did my girlfriend before that.”

“Penelope was fat wasn’t she” Hermione recalled.

“Yes. She was plump at first. She was much fatter when she broke up with me” Percy admitted.

“Drove her off?” Hermione scoffed.

“She got wise. I learnt a lesson then.”

“Oh?” Hermione said, not quite sure why she was asking. It was probably a bit personal.

“To be more selective about the women I date” Percy commented. “Are you hungry?”

“No” Hermione lied.

Hermione’s stomach gurgled traitorously.

“I thought as much. You were looking at Draco making a pig of himself with such an envious eye” Percy grinned with a mischievous smile. Hermione had never seen Percy smiled that way. He was always so uptight at school.

“He has gotten fat. He’s completely self conscious about it, and yet he keeps getting bigger” Hermione chuckled.

“Yet he’s not dieting.”

“No he isn’t” Hermione agreed. “I think he secretly enjoys it.”

Percy pulled out a white paper bag from his pocket. It bulged. He maintained his eye contact with hermione, as he undid the top a round chocolate bon bon between his fingers. “I already had a few.”

Hermione felt her lip quiver. She always did have a weakness for chocolate.

Percy offered the chocolate to her lips, “I don’t think you’re going to stick to that diet are you?”

Hermione took the chocolate into her mouth. Her tongue glanced his fingers before she chewed. Percy studied her intensely. A second bon bon replacing the first in her mouth before Hermione could protest. Not that she was going too.

“Are you?” Percy asked firmly.

Hermione swallowed the second chocolate, before she finally offered. “No.”

“Good Princess” Percy said offering a third.

Hermione whimpered flushing as she was called Princess. Hermione ate from Percy’s fingers. His other hand now rested on her belly. “Mhmm..”

“You really did get quite fat. You’re all soft and bulging. And for some reason you want to waste away” Percy commented. “You should be spoiled and pampered.”

Hermione moaned in agreement as she chewed on another bonbon. “No one wants me like that” she said honestly.

Since Viktor, while Hermione had a variety of flings and lovers. Most if not all had seen her weight as a flaw. Or they’d enjoy it, but you could tell they were ashamed.

“I do” Percy said honestly. Hermione was in his arms now. He rubbed her belly tenderly and fed her chocolate. “I always enjoyed our conversations.” He said honestly.

“So did I” Hermione agreed.

“Still hungry Princess?” Percy purred.

Hermione nodded, but caught Percy’s firm expression before clarifying with a verbal “Yes.”

Percy placed the bag of chocolates in her hands. “Are you horny princess? Does being greedy make you wet?”

“Yes” Hermione blushed feeling ashamed.

Percy lifted her chin until she was looking at his eye. His other hand on her belly as he pressed into her back. As they were both on their knees. “You’re beautiful, never be ashamed of your own pleasure. May I touch you?”

Hermione shuddered, “yes” she said with a slow aching breath.

Percy smiled and kissed her gently, he was firm and tender as he held her lips in his. He was controlling, and firm. Hermione could readily admit, she enjoyed it. His hand was rubbing her belly feeling her belly, rubbing the bulging flesh. His hand going lower reaching the waistband. She moaned as his hand pinched and prodded her plump fatpad. Teasing before he even reached her pussy. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Do you want me to stop?” Percy asked.

“No” Hermione said gutterally.

Percy smirked and kissed her as his fingers touched her. He knew what he was doing. He had a method and Hermione moaned into his mouth. It was an effective method. As his fingers played with her, sliding in.

Hermione moaned, as Percy expertly fingered her. Holding her close against him, as she pressed back. The waves of pleasure as she became hot and wet between her thighs.

“You’re going to get fat aren’t you princess, no more diets. Just eating and eating until your fatter. Until you can think of nothing else” Percy said his breath full of desire as he kissed Hermione.

“Yes. So fat” Hermione moaned feeling the wave of an orgasm riding through her. She was getting close.

“Percy” Hermione moaned.

“You want permission princess? To orgasm?” Percy said firmly. “Are you going to become a fat piggy. My fat greedy waddling piggy?”

“Yes, Yes!” Hermione moaned as Percy’s expert fingering made her wish he was doing more.

“Then he a good Princess, cum for me” Percy said firmly.

Hermione came and sagged against Percy. She let out a moan, a wave of pleasure that she hadn’t felt in ever.

She looked at Percy a layer of sweat on her face. “My fat princess” Percy smiled. “Just wait till I feed you.”

“Yes” Hermione nodded agreeing. She’d do anything for another orgasm like that. Percy licked his fingers clean, grinning at her. Before he finally fed her another chocolate.

The lift rattled to life. It took Hermione a second before she tidied herself, Percy offered a hand and heaved her off his robes. “It is a struggle isn’t my Piggy Princess” Percy smiled. Before he swept his robes into a bundle.

“Just you wait” Percy said patting her belly. “Dinner tonight?”

“Yes. That would be nice” Hermione nodded blushing.

“I’ll pick a restaurant, and let you know” Percy smiled, “No allergies?”

“No. I’ll eat anything.”

“Oh I know” Percy smiled. The doors finally opened.

“Are you two alright in there..” A maintenance wizard asked.

“We’re fine” Hermione said forcing a smile.

“No harm done” Percy agreed.

Hermione looked over at Percy and smiled, as they both stepped out of the lift and walked in opposite directions. Hermione’s cheeks flushing as she tried not to think about the most intense orgasm she’d had in some time.

--

“We just talked” Hermione lied through her teeth.

“Lots of talking” Percy nodded in agreement.

“That’s so sweet, it’s like one of those romantic comedies” Aunt Trish smiled. “Well, I’ll leave you too it. Enjoy newly wed life.”

“It was lovely to meet you, and I can already tell Hermione gets her looks from your side of the family” Percy smiled shaking her hand.

Hermione tried not too laugh, as Aunt Trish waddled away.

“I see that’s where you get your body from” Percy smiled. “We need to come up with a better answer. When someone asks that.”

“Because your both Perverts” Draco commented from the table behind them. “In a lift. Honestly.”

“Don’t be jealous Malfoy” Percy smiled. “I’m just wondering when your wedding is going to be.”

“Stop it, you sound like my mother” Draco huffed.

Mrs Weasley approached them smiling. “I know I’ve already said it half a dozen times, but you look beautiful.”

Hermione smiled, trying not to gush “Thankyou.”

“It was a lovely ceremony” Mrs Weasley admitted. “Nicer than Bill and Fleur’s but don’t tell them that” she whispered. “Still it would have been nice if your sister managed to arrive.”

“Mum, Ginny is coming from Bulgaria. With a broken leg” Percy sighed.

“Her leg healed, a few months ago” Mrs Weasley added. “Viktor has been looking after her.”

“She’s still coming from Bulgaria, the Port Key’s are a little erratic” Hermione offered reasuringly.

“It would have been nice to have all of you together” Mrs Weasley smiled nostalgically. She glanced over at Ron, who was enthusiastically necking a beer. Slow footsteps approaching them.

“Err Guys” Draco interrupted pointing at two newcomers.

Hermione turned and saw Ginny and Viktor standing there smiling.

Ginny looked like Viktor had gotten to her. She was undeniably fat (She might have almost been fatter than her). Her face was rounder similar to her mother with round rosy cheeks and a bulging double chin. She wore an emerald dress that draped over her fat round belly, wide child bearing hips and considerable bust. Hermione wondered if this new Ginny had eaten the skinny muscular Ginny at least two times over. Or how Viktor had managed to convince her. Maybe she should have believed when Harry commented Ginny looked ‘chubby’ at the World Cup.

Viktor on the other hand, he bulged. He looked like he hadn’t exercised in months. His gut bulged out fat and heavy, and his pecs now had blown up into a pair of flabby tits. The muscular quidditch athlete, had truly become an ex jock.

“You made it?” Hermione said surprised, trying not to sound completely shocked

“We couldn’t miss your wedding” Viktor smiled. “We had Portkey issues. Congratulations.”

Chapter 13

The New Mrs Weasley

“And now it’s time for the newlyweds to have their first dance” Harry explained. “So I’d like Hermione and Percy to take to the dance floor.”

Hermione struggled to get out of the chair. She was relieved by the fact Percy was struggling equally.

“We shouldn’t have had that extra serving” Hermione said. Her stomach gurgled uncomfortably and she covered her mouth.

Percy smiled, “first belch as a married woman.”

“Worse. I’ll fart and you’ll have to dance pretending you don’t smell it” Hermione commented.

Percy grinned and put his hand on her belly, the other under her arm and on her back. Their bellies touched, fat and swollen with dinner. Hermione blushed and leaned in to his arms. He held her tightly, “My fat princess…” he whispered kissing her cheek.

They danced, or more accurately held each other closely as they slowly waddled to the music. A Celestina Warbeck song that always made Mrs Weasley cry.

“We should have danced before dinner” Hermione puffed.

“I think I’m sweating” Percy nodded in agreement. “We should have planned for this.”

❧

“Can I just get another two milkshakes” Hermione asked the woman behind the bar.

“For you and the groom?”

“Please” Hermione nodded.

“Milkshakes?” Viktor asked amused.

Hermione smiled at him, “I’m glad you made it. I was worried…given how things.”

Viktor smiled and reached for Hermione’s hand kissing it gently. “I would not miss your wedding for anything. Percy seems like he spoils you..”

“I know. I look so round…my parents have been on my back” Hermione sighed. “But Percy is actually fatter than me.”

Viktor nodded, “I can tell, he eats like Ron. He is fattening you up like a sow.”

Hermione smiled, “He wants a baby, so I’m taking all sorts of potions that are supposed to make it nice and easy. It’s made my breasts look enormous.”

Viktor nodded, “They look very big. I shall have to ask him for tips. I wish for Ginny to be a baby making machine. She is very fertile.. like her mother I believe.”

“Is that why she looks so fat? She’s pregnant?” Hermione gasped.

“No. No. She is just fat. My mother’s fault. But we do have news, we will tell people tomorrow. I did not want to spoil your day…”

Hermione smiled and kissed Viktor’s cheek. “You’re sweet. How is your mother, I wanted to write. But…” she trailed off.

Viktor took her hand and squeezed it gently. “She died in April. But she was happy, Ginny stayed with my mother after her injury and mother fussed over her like the daughter she always wanted. My mother fattened her to become a greedy woman. It was my mother who told me to propose to her, her last wish.”

“Oh Viktor” Hermione said hugging him tightly. “I’m so URRRRP sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for Slonche. My mother died happy” Viktor reassured. “I made her proud. That’s all I could ask for.”

Hermione pulled away and nodded, pulling a tissue from between her breast and wiping a tear. “And I’m happy for you and Ginny.”

“I am lucky, to be dating someone who understands quidditch” Viktor grinned.

Hermione whacked him playfully in the gut. “Watch it tubby.”

Viktor laughed and his belly wobbled, “I won’t take up more of your time, you will be at Harry’s wedding, yes?”

“Of course. We leave on our honeymoon the next day” Hermione smiled. “I’m one of Draco’s bridesmaids.”

“Good. Draco has gotten quite plump, I had wondered if he…” Viktor said curiously.

“Still a virgin. Draco just has a greedy streak that Harry has found out how to enable. Harry is very devious when he wants to be” Hermione smiled.

“Two milkshakes” The bartender explained.

“I won’t keep you.”

“Viktor we’re family now” Hermione pointed out as she took the milkshakes.

“Can I get three milkshakes. My girlfriend is hungry” Viktor said to the bartender.

Hermione smiled, Ginny had no idea how round she would end up. At least Viktor was happier, which was a relief. She could see Viktor and Ginny together, being a family.

“A milkshake as promised” Hermione said handing it to Percy.

“Thankyou my queen” Percy smiled. “How was Viktor?”

“Good. I actually have some gossip?”

Percy looked impressed and patted Hermione’s seat. Hermione sat down and smiled. “Viktor and Ginny, are engaged. But they didn’t want to tell anyone to steal our thunder. Which is silly..”

“That’s ridiculous, the only time Charlie is in the country is if one of us gets married” Percy said rolling his eyes. “We’ll announce it. Before cake.”

Sure enough when they got the announcement that cake would be out shortly. Percy stood, hand on his gut, his waistcoat straining considerably, the buttons puckering.

“Hello everyone, now before you all tuck into the cake. I have a brief announcement I would like a close friend would like to announce. So I’d like to invite Viktor Krum and my Sister Ginny up.”

Hermione saw Ginny looking concerned, Hermione just smiled at her reassuringly and gestured to her own engagement ring.

Viktor and Ginny got up and came up to the front. Viktor looked slightly terrified.

Percy gave him a reassuring smile, “This is the only time you’ll get all my siblings in the room together. Say it” he said squeezing Viktor’s arm.

Viktor smiled, “Thankyou, you’re a gentleman.”

“Yes. For those who know us. Ginny and I have been in Bulgaria for the last couple of years. Ginny and I well we wanted to say” Viktor looked at Ginny with a gentle smile.

“We’re engaged” Ginny smiled.

Viktor reached behind Ginny’s neck and undid a simple chain. Ginny revealed an engagement ring with a beautiful emerald at the centre.

“Congratulations” Hermione said heaving herself up and Hugging Ginny. Belly to belly, their fat bulging bodies pressing up against each other. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thankyou” Ginny said. “I’m glad that I can officially call you my sister.”

❧

Hermione yawned hand rubbing her bloated belly. As she stood in the hotel corridor watching as Percy unlocked the door. Her dress was painfully tight, her breasts hurt and her belly ached from spending hours compacted in tight unforgiving fabric.

“Here we go” Percy said in relief as the door opened inward.

“I am sore and wrecked” Hermione groaned head leaning back.

“I could carry you over the door frame?” Percy offered grinning.

“The only thing I want you to do is get me out of this dress” Hermione begged.

Percy smiled deviously, “Come in..”

Hermione chuckled and walked in rubbing her belly. “I’m going to look like a Christmas ham.”

“You’ll look beautiful..” Percy said closing the door. “My beautiful fat wife. Mrs Hermione Weasley.”

Percy leaned in and ran his hands over her backside, pressing his plump fingers into the fabric. “I have to admit I enjoyed the startled looks on your family members when they saw how round you’d gotten.”

Hermione smiled wryly, she reached for her crotch and frowned when she met satin, taffeta. “Percy…”

“Patience princess” Percy said gently.

Hermione whimpered.

Percy’s hand rubbed and felt her backside, rubbing it firmly. “Mhmmm.” He ran his hands around her front and met her hands. “You are very wet…aren’t you.”

“Yes” Hermione whimpered.

“I have one last gift. Before I take this off you.”

“What?” Hermione groaned.

“What do you see on the table.”

“A white box” Hermione said gently.

“Do you recognise the box?”

“It’s a cake box” Hermione realised, as she recognised the stamp on the top “From where we got the wedding cake.”

“Right as always princess” Percy said warmly. “Do you know what’s going to happen?”

“No” Hermione shuddered. She knew exactly, but she desperately wanted to hear Percy saying it.

“You’re going to eat it. All of it, until you burst out of this dress.”

Hermione moaned, “Percy…”

“With your hands.”

“Oh”

Percy guided her to the chair. “I thought it a bit mean to make you eat it off the floor.”

“Good. Because if I’m on my knees. It’s for..”

“That’s for the honeymoon princess” Percy said kissing her firmly.

Hermione walked to the chair and sat down. The fabric pulled as she sat down. She lifted the lid with her fingers. It was a whole layer of the cake with a knife slice in it.

“It’s the thing about wedding cakes. They make a separate cake they cut up. The wedding cake that gets cut, gets saved. The top layers are usually foam” Percy explained.

“It looks..”

“It belongs in your tummy, Mrs Percy Weasley” Percy grinned. “Now go on. I know you want to make a pig of yourself for me.”

Hermione swallowed, it was embarrassing how Percy had become an expert at pressing her buttons. How easily he could turn her on. Hermione pressed her hand into the cake, destroying the near perfect surface and shoving a handful of cake into her mouth. She chewed greedily her cheeks bulging as she forced the soft cake into her mouth.

“You’re a good princess” Percy smiled. “Soon. You’ll be a queen.”

“I wanna…mhmf…” Hermione murmured.

“Eat” Percy whispered into her ear. As he reached over and picked up a handful of cake. Hermione groaned and chewed as it was forced into her mouth. Her belly filling to capacity. It already felt so full and heavy, constrained by the tight wedding dress.

pop

She felt the slight release. The first stitch bursting.

“Moar…” Hermione groaned as she chewed.

“That’s my wife” Percy grinned rubbing his erection with his free hand. As he grabbed another handful with the other. Hermione licked his hand as Percy forced into her mouth. She chewed and groaned and swallowed, and chewed again.

pop

Hermione felt relief, slight relief. It just made her want to push harder. She wanted to be the best.

The fattest.

She scooped a large handful of cake chewing before she barely finished what’s in her mouth.

pop

pop

PoP

She felt the cool air on her back, as her belly surged out. Relaxing heavy and fat after being trapped for so long. “Ohh…URRRRRRPPPPPPPP” Hermione belched piggishly. It felt so good.

Percy grinned at her, “That is my wife. My greedy fat pig of a wife” Percy said kissing her firmly. “One more quarter, and then you get a reward.”

Hermione grinned at Percy, and with her cake covered fingers, pulled the sides of the box and shoved her face into the cake.

“Merlin..” Percy gasped horny with desire.

That was the thing about two know it all’s dating. Hermione knew exactly what buttons to press on Percy and Merlin was it worth it.

Chapter 14

Wedding day Memories.

“Teddy you need to come have breakfast” Draco said standing in the doorway of the sitting room.

“I’ll be a second” Teddy answered looking up at the painting that sat over the fireplace. It was a wedding Portrait of Harry and Draco. Draco was dressed perfectly in a white toga that cupped his plumper frame. The draped fabric over his rounder ass, a wreath of golden olive branches rested on his head. As he smiled staring at Harry, who was wearing a dark black toga with emerald and silver embellishments. It cupped his fat round belly and the angle Harry had been captured on showed his double chin. as they stood in the middle of a castle ruin.

Teddy waved at the painting and the painted version of Harry and Draco waved back. “I like saying hello to you. Although sometimes you’re not there.”

“No they sometimes wander off” Draco shook his head. “I wouldn’t recommend going to look for them.”

“Is this like how I always have to knock if your bedroom door is closed?” Teddy asked.

“Precisely that” Draco smiled. Teddy waddled over and patted Draco’s tummy. “Hello baby.”

Draco sighed, “Teddy he’s about the size of an apricot. I don’t know if that could be described as a baby yet.”

“It’s a baby” Teddy grinned firmly. “When will Granny be here?”

“Around eleven, I think she wanted to take you out for lunch” Draco explained as he led Teddy towards the dining room. “So you have lots of time to eat.”

Teddy grinned at him, his double chin bulging. Draco could readily admit the young boy was very fat for his age. Draco had noticed the poor thing was often exploding out of his clothes. It was probably why Andromeda had started dressing him in sweat pants and t-shirts. Until they positively strained over his round body.

Draco wondered if his own children would end up that way. Big spherical Potters. He was embarrassed to admit he didn’t hate the thought of his children being just like Harry.

He looked back at his wedding portrait and smiled nostalgically. For a day that had terrified him, he was grateful that he finally bit the bullet and married Harry.

—-

“This feels ridiculous” Draco muttered as he gripped Harry’s hand tightly. While his other hand held up the toga so it didn’t get grass stains on the bottom.

Harry turned back to him, his double chin bulging, his cheeks fat and plump. “Marrying me is ridiculous?”

Draco flushed deeply, “I just mean trudging across a meadow in togas.”

“I wanted a secluded spot” Harry promised, “and you were the one who didn’t fancy going into the ministry and doing it there.”

“The ministry is hardly the most romantic place” Draco muttered.

“Are you moody because of the marriage or because of me.”

“It’s not you” Draco reassured. “It’s just the whole thing of getting married. Given….”

“Yeah…I know” Harry stopped and turned to Draco. “I know your father wouldn’t have wanted you to never get married.”

“Of course not. All he cared about was continuing the family name.”

“Draco. We both know, that’s not true” Harry said cupping Draco’s cheek. “He might have struggled to show it. But your father loved you. All those people turned out to see you get married. Why do you still hold yourself accountable for what happened that day? You were just as powerless as anyone else.”

Draco’s face fell, “because if I had died during the war. Then none of it would have happened.”

“Draco. If you had died during the war, they would have no doubt focused on someone else. You aren’t the pureblood martyr. You were an easy target, and you held a party where everyone would be there. You lived your life. That’s not your fault.”

Draco felt the tears run down his cheeks. “What if it happens again. That guy escaped. He… What if he kills you?”

“Draco. He won’t be the first and certainly won’t be the last” Harry smiled. “One day we’ll find him. Or maybe we won’t and that’s okay. Because I just want to spend my life with you.”

Draco softened and sighed, “I suppose I have been a wreck.”

“It’s your every right” Harry smiled. “We’re almost there… you don’t have to marry me.”

Draco stared at him for a long moment conflicted, “I love you. Having a wedding terrifies me, but I love you. And I trust that you’ve prepared. Because I don’t want to spend my life without you.”

Harry smiled and kissed him gently, “I love you too.”

They walked up a slight hill, Draco smiled at the way Harry was slightly out of breath. His face red, and even now he could smell Harry sweating. Draco felt himself getting hard.

“You okay there?” Draco asked.

“Yeah. Just out of breath. We’re almost there…” he nodded swallowing.

Draco smiled, “Yeah we are. You’re getting fat Harry. Obese and out of breath.”

Harry chuckled and turned back to Draco. “Why do you think I want to marry you. I want to be ruined by you.”

Harry pulled Draco into his arms, holding him against his belly. “And tonight I’m going to ruin you Draco… because it’s not just me getting fat. You’ve been eating yourself fat” Harry whispered.

“Harry” Draco blushed.

“That desire. It’s getting harder to resist. Just wait, I can’t wait to show you how I’ll pleasure you” Harry said kissing his neck.

Draco shuddered in his arms. “Uhhghhh..”

Harry grinned and kissed his neck. “Did you? My sweet husband to be..”

“I…” Draco’s face was red and flushed. “Sorry. I..”

“Shh. It’s okay” Harry promised. “I can clean you up?”

Draco blushed nodding. Harry swatted down and lifted the toga up till it was held over Draco’s stomach. “Harry..this doesn’t count does it?”

Harry smiled at Draco, “No darling. It doesn’t, just going to clean you off. Taste you.”

Draco bit his lip and nodded.

Harry pulled back Draco’s underwear, his cock hard and covered in cum. Harry smiled and licked the fabric of his underwear cleaning it off. As he breathed in the sent of Draco’s cock and balls.

Draco looked down and moaned sharply as Harry took Draco’s cock in his mouth. Harry’s tongue working his cock. Draco shuddered as Harry sucked on his cock. “Your..making…your…” Draco moaned his eyes closed.

“I know. Just relax, don’t think…”

Draco groaned his let his mouth open and he felt his mind empty. The only thing was Harry playing with his plump balls as he sucked on Harry’s cock. “Uhhhhhh…”

He could feel the pressure that tightening. He didn’t understand what it was. He’d had intense dreams sometimes. But this. It felt like he had to pee.

“Have to…” Draco whined moaning unsteadily.

“Just do it” Harry said Draco’s cock slipping from his mouth with a wet pop.

“Do.. it” Draco moaned. Harry slipped his cock back into his mouth. Draco hoped the pressure wasn’t a sign he had to urinate. Draco came, and Harry pulled his head back. Cheeks bulging. He swallowed and let Draco’s toga drop back down.

“See” Harry smiled, “isn’t that better.”

“Merlin” Draco whimpered. “I don’t..”

“It’s okay. You have a lot to learn” Harry smiled standing. “You taste good. I have to admit I’m still suprised how naive you are to that.”

Draco blushed, “I’m a pureblood. We wait until marriage.”

“Mhmm. Your great grandfather didn’t” Harry smirked taking Draco’s hand.

“What?” Draco blinked his brain slowly coming back to life.

“Bellatrix was born while he was it school. Teenage pregnancy runs in your mothers family it seem.”

“Oh. I wasn’t aware” Draco admitted.

“Come on, don’t want to be late for our own wedding” Harry smiled.

They walked up the hill. A castle ruin sat at the top. It was partially engulfed with moss. It looked beautiful and ancient. There was a small group waiting inside the ruin. Draco gasped as the way purple hyacinth engulfed one of the stone walls. Creating a beautiful backdrop.

“It’s Beautiful”

“Did you not trust me?” Harry frowned.

“I had a couple of reservations” Draco admitted. “Let’s do this.”

“You’re not scared anymore?” Harry asked.

“No. No I’m not” Draco smiled.

Harry smiled and kissed him gently, “Let’s get married.”

—-

“You may now kiss the groom” Their celebrant smiled.

Draco felt a sigh of relief and kissed Harry warmly. Harry’s arms wrapped around him, and their lips met. It was slow, gentle and tender. And it felt so right.

He pulled away and smiled at Harry. They turned to the small group of friends