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Could you write one where Draco thinks he's getting pudgy in his old(er) age and thinks Harry won't love him anymore if he's pudgy?
Harry is turning 30, Draco wanted to wear the nicest robes he owns to take him out to a nice dinner. It had been quite the struggle to get Harry to agree to something so formal. Only the fact that they were now âin their thirtiesâ got Harry to agree, or at least thatâs the reason Harry gave.
Unfortunately, the nicest robes Draco owned didnât fit him anymore. Neither did the next set. He tried to modify them with the few spells he knew, but it quickly became obvious that making clothes for skinny people bigger didnât make clothes that looked nice of fuller figures. Â
He new that a lot of this was just age, and naturally filling out. His chest, his shoulders, hell even his face seemed to have broadened. Draco knew his legs were thicker, and he blamed countless staircases in Hogwarts for this. However, his years as a professor and his only exercise being flying did nothing for what bothered him most. Draco had a pudgy tummy. He stood in front of the full length mirror almost in tears. Â
âAnd here I thought only girls cried at their reflections,â Draco muttered to himself, âGuess Iâm going muggle.â Draco started dressing in his third, or fifth, outfit of the night. The muggle clothes were newer which meant they fit better, but Draco still didnât feel much like himself in Muggle formal wear.
Draco didnât hear Harry come in, and only noticed him seconds before he stepped up behind Draco, pulling him into his arms.
âHey sexy,â Harry whispered against his neck.
Draco froze. Harryâs hands were on his stomach. Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Harry asked.
âI know you didnât want to go out. I shouldnât have pushed it. We donât have to go,â Draco said.
âI asked âwhatâs wrong?ââ Harry said.
Draco pulled away from Harry. He felt ill at the feeling of Harryâs hands clinging to his squishy middle.
He turned to look at Harry. Harry was still sex on legs. He too had broadened and strengthened in the past decade but still looked like a someone who regularly made the cover of Witch Weekly. He was named Sexiest Wizard Under 40 only last week. How could Draco compete with that? How could Draco deserve that? And now he was stuck. He could look at Harry, or he could turn back to the mirror and look at himself. Both options made his chest tighten.
Harry looked around to see clothes thrown all around the room.
âMy clothes donât fit me,â Draco said weakly.
âBuy more,â Harry said.
A tear fell from Dracoâs eye and he hoped Harry hadnât noticed.
âYouâve been the same size since we got together,â Draco said. He knew making this about Harry wasnât going to make him feel better but it was impossible to stop himself.
âIâve gone up a few sizes,â Harry said, trying to pull Draco into a hug.
Draco didnât move, âOnly because youâve grown into the body of a Greek god.â
âAnd you think you havenât?â Harry said.
âStop. I know what I look like, I know Iâm chubby. You donât have to lie to me to make me feel better because I know youâre only saying that. And now Iâm standing here ruining your birthday dinner because I canât stand the idea of being seenâŚat all. The idea of eating in front of strangers is making me physically ill. And you know people have always been looking for reasons I donât deserve you. You could have someone much more fit than me,â Draco said.
âFine. Youâre right. Youâre not skinny like you were when you were sixteen. You donât look the way you did when I first wanted you. That just means you donât have a boyâs body anymore. Youâve got a manâs body. I wanted you then, I want you know. I donât want that boy anymore, because Iâve outgrown that.â
Draco took a shaky breath and finally allowed Harry to pull him into a tight embrace.
âIf you hate it so much, Iâll support you trying to lose weight. If you want to learn to accept your body as it is, Iâll support that, too. Either way, youâre beautiful and you are mine,â Harry said. âIf the restaurant thing is too much right now, I guess it would be a good time to tell you that I got a few presents today, one was a portkey and several tickets to Broadway shows. You are the one who insisted on something fancy. How about it?â
Harry handed Draco the tickets.
âHarry, these shows are all at the same time. Which one can we see?â He asked, grateful for the change of subject.
Harry pulled a time turner out of his pocket, âAs many as you want.â
âYouâre not doing this because Iâm a crying mess are you? Itâs still your birthday,â Draco said.
âFine, Iâll chose shows youâre not going to like,â Harry said.
For the first time in hours Draco smiled.
âDo me a favor though,â Harry said.
âWhat?â
âDonât mention the time turner. I kinda, uh, borrowed it without asking.â
For @tdcatsblog who asked for chubby Draco to go with their drarry rec list featuring the pair with with imperfect bodies. Iâve been listening to Blur all day and I think the lyrics to Tender crept in.
Tender is the night
Lying by your side
Tender is the touch
Of someone that you love too much
Tender is the day
The demons go away
Lord I need to find
Someone who can heal my mind
Summary: âOh,â Harry says, sounding breathless. His hand trails down Dracoâs bare chest, coming to rest at the little mound of his tummy. âYou have put on a bit of weight, havenât you?â
Draco bats his hand away, remembering all at once that he was irritated.
âI told you,â he growls, squirming.
âOh, stop it, Draco,â Harry says, sitting back heavily onto Dracoâs hips, and Draco tries to ignore the way his heart races at how firmly held in place he is.
A Weighty Conscience (ao3) - porki_buns
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy has a guilty conscience that eats away at him more quickly than he can eat through every pastry shop and take-away in Paris.
Changed for the Better (ao3) - Quentin_threepwood
Pairing: Dudley/Draco, Harry/George
Summary: Draco Malfoy feeling spiteful against his families push to Continue his families Legacy, elects to actively gain weight and Rebel. Leading Draco to meet the love of his life and finds his opinions on life and love changing.
Draco Malfoy and the Mandatory P.R.A.T. (ao3) - redpenny
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: The last thing he'd needed was the Saviour of the Wizarding World witnessing his humiliation, but at least he can console himself with the knowledge that Potter is even fatter than he is.
When Draco fails his yearly Aurors Fitness Assessment, he's made to complete mandatory P.R.A.T. (Physical Rehabilitation of Aurors and Trainees) alongside the very prat he'd managed to avoid for years.
Summary: Draco has never been happy skinny, it probably helps that he has a very supportive husband in Harry Potter. Who is more than willing to support Dracoâs gaining journey.
Fantasy Fulfilled (ao3) - Ladderofyears
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco drinks a Pondus Lucrum Potion which more than doubles his weight. It is the fulfilment of both his, and fat admirer Harry Potter's greatest fantasies.
Summary: The two of them are sloshed when Draco admits that he's always dreamed of being a bigger man; perhaps just one stone heavier to start. He'd certainly never meant to have his partner learn of this fantasy.
Harry supports Draco in all things, including his desire to gain mass, and the brunette quickly finds himself entranced by the the blonde's burgeoning waistline.
Summary: Harry has a naughty plan: spend the two weeks of Easter feeding up Draco and stuffing him full of treats.
It Was So Five Year Ago (ao3) - kizkhalifa
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: It's the five year reunion for the class of '98 and everyone is in attendance for a weekend of conversation, catching up and food. [Rated: MA. Chubby!Draco AU.]
Like A Dog Without A Bone (ao3) - BlasphemousProphet
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: After three months in Azkaban, Draco Malfoy's gained some weight. He looks nothing like his father, nothing like a Malfoy should. Draco looks like someone completely new, someone invisible. So why is Harry Potter still sniffing around him?
Summary: Draco thinks a quiet life is just what he ever needed in his life. Heâs got good friends, a nice independent job as an artist, and an exclusive pâtissier just for himself. He doesnât think much of why Potter likes to feed him treats so often, heâs just that weird. Even if Draco wants to have something with him, Potter is just a nice, good friend who likes to see him enjoying fancy treats. Right?
Save My Wonders (ao3) - sdk
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary:Â Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco's senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother's roses and... something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar...
And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.
the strength to stay (ao3) - violetclarity
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco and Harry are the best Senior Aurors in the DMLE, which is why theyâre working the case about Wings â a dangerous new potion that sends users into a dreamscape from which they may never return. When Harry is kidnapped by the group behind Wings, Draco takes it upon himself to go after him, and is forced to confront the reality of Harryâs feelings for him, which heâs been ignoring for years.
Tooth Rot and Chocolate Cake (ao3) - Anonymous
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Summary: Draco Malfoy has an eating disorder that has gotten progressively worse throughout the years. No one knows how bad it truly is. No one, except Harry Potter, who catches Draco head in the toilet, hands halfway down his throat, purging his brains out - not once, but twice.
Thanks for the tag! Iâm gonna post a little over 7 bc it cuts off and is weird. So anyway.
âââI just really... uh, cut out sweets and alcohol and I walked 3 miles everyday.â Draco tried to be calm but the tears were coming again.
âI watched you tonight, you only ate half of your fish.â
âP-portion control.â
âYou know funny thing about places like that, they serve portion sizes that are good for people. Sure the extra stuff, the appetizers and desserts, not so much, but getting a normal sized meal. Grilled fish and steamed vegetables... well, they come in a portion that is healthy to eat.â Harryâs eyes were hard, âyou only ate half of your fish, which you donât like. You donât like fish, so itâs understandable you didnât eat the whole thing. You donât like it. At all.â
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Featuring chubby!draco and auror!harry, Harryâs first week of work goes a little differently than expected.Â
Read on AO3 here
It was Harryâs first day of work after graduating from Auror training and he felt like he was ready for anything. After all, the academy had just been a formality, given that no one could argue against his survival skills since heâd defeated the most powerful dark wizard of all time. However, as Harry was carrying a box of personal items up to his new office in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he experienced the one thing he would never have been ready for, even if heâd trained with the Aurors for decades. Â
It was Draco Malfoy. At least he thought it was. Heâd recognize that platinum blonde hair anywhere, though it was a bit longer now, and more styled, sweeping gracefully off his face. The hair, along with his porcelain complexion and grey eyes, was enough to prove to Harry that this was the same boy he had been at school with years ago. Those features were unmistakable and unchanged. But Malfoyâs resemblances to the past version of himself stopped there. This man had a soft smile replacing the smirk Harry was so used to as he talked to a secretary at the DMLE desk, and while his robes were obviously high quality and tailored, they were nothing ostentatious like he would have expected from school age Malfoy.
The most striking difference, at least to Harry, was the change in Malfoyâs silhouette. Where once there had been nothing but sharp angles and harsh lines, there were now gentle curves. He was, there was really no other word for it, chubby. Not quite fat, no, he didnât look unhealthy and if Harry hadnât known him in school he probably wouldn't have looked twice. There was pudginess around his cheeks and a slight belly visible in his fitted robes. He had thick thighs and a round arse. He looked delightfully soft. Harry had the inexplicable desire to hug him close.
Harry realized that he had come to a complete stop several minutes ago, and that looking at Malfoyâs arse had caused a blush to creep up his neck to his cheeks, but he was just a second too late. Malfoy looked up from the paper he was showing the secretary and his silver eyes locked onto Harryâs. Harry felt himself absolutely frozen to the spot. Malfoyâs eyes widened and he raised his hand in a sort of half hearted wave/salute. Which only made Harry blush even darker and wrench his feet up, scurrying away while a constant stream of shitshitshitshit ran through his mind.
He arrived in his office and immediately collapsed in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair. Why did this new plushy Malfoy have such an effect on me? he wondered as he spread his items (a picture of him, Ron and Hermione, his first snitch, his diploma from the academy, and various desk knick knacks given as graduation presents) around his new office space.
âMr. Potterâ
Harry jumped about a mile into the air when he heard the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt in the doorway behind him, but tried his best to appear calm and professional.
âHello Sir,â He managed to get out after swallowing the panicked yelp he had almost released.
Kingsley looked around at Harryâs office appreciatively âIt looks like youâre making yourself right at home. Weâre very happy to have you. If you need anything at all, Odette at the front desk will help you outâ he said, gesturing to the woman Malfoy had been asking questions.
He turned to leave but looked back over his shoulder at Harry, offering him a sad smile âYou look like quite an impressive man in that uniform son, your parents would have been proud,â And with that he strode away down the hall.
He sat for a moment, grinning to himself and revelling in Kingsleyâs comment, before standing up and peaking around the door and, upon seeing there was no one bothering Odette at the moment, snuck over to the desk. Odette was a middle aged, plain looking woman with mousy brown curls, but as she looked up from the paper in front of her Harry immediately knew he liked her. She had a sense of warmth about her comparable to Molly Weasley.
âIs there something I can help you with deary?â she asked in a thick Irish brogue.
âUm. Well. Iâm sorry to bother you maâam but I was just wondering what that man you were talking with does at the ministry.â he asked, fumbling with the sleeves of his uniform.
âOh Draco? My, I think heâs been here about a year now. He works in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Couldn't tell you just what it is he does there but heâs a sharp lad, speaks quite a few languages and sometimes we call him in when we need to communicate abroad.â
âThanks so much,â Harry told her with a smile âOh and Iâm Harry by the way I forgot to introduce myself.â Â
She gave him a smirk, that indicated she knew exactly who he was, but found it endearing that he felt the need to tell her, and shook his hand.
Back in his office, Harry considered what Odette had told him. If Draco Malfoy had been here a year then he must have gone back to Hogwarts to take his NEWTs the year after the War and then come straight to work here at the ministry. Â Â
Harry had testified at Malfoyâs trial, but he had testified at a lot of trials and they all blurred together. Admittedly Draco and Narcissa Malfoyâs had been the only ones where he had testified on behalf of the defense. Of course they had both gotten off with just probation, as Harry had explained that had been crucial in his defeat of Voldemort and sort of very aggressively implied that he would definitely have something to say about it if they were to be punished for being victims of their circumstance. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
It had been so long since he had seen the other man, the last time being when he returned his wand before leaving for training, and, even though Malfoy wormed his way into his thoughts and nightmares from time to time, Harry really hadnât expected to ever cross paths again. But here it seemed that they would be coworkers, just one floor apart every day. Harry huffed out a sigh. This was gonna drive him out of his damn mind.
As his first week of work drew to a close, Harry couldnât help but be proud of himself. He had closed his first case in the time it would have taken a seasoned veteran. He had been worried that after the War he would be tired of this kind of work, but he was really enjoying himself and seemed to be in his element. He had even made it to his weekly Tuesday night dinner with Ron and Hermione. All his concerns about being an Auror had been laid to rest. All except one, that is. Any time he wasnât working or with friends (which, admittedly, was not a lot, mostly when he was laying in bed before falling asleep) he was thinking of Draco. He couldnât push the image of him out of his mind. Harry wasnât above admitting that he had been conventionally attractive when he was a pointy git, but now he was mesmerizing. Harry thought of his plushy form and couldnât remember ever being more taken with someone. And he wasnât making it easy on him.
The previous day, Draco had stopped by Harryâs office and he had been playing the conversation over and over again in his mind.
âHey there Potter,â heâd said peeking his head in around the door.
Harry looked up from his case file and froze. His thoughts tumbled around in his head before he was able to formulate a response of âYeah!â
Malfoy cocked his head a little in confusion but continued with what seemed to be a well rehearsed speech, âI justed wanted to stop in to and say that Iâm very excited to be working alongside you. I really appreciate what you did for me and my mother and I donât think I ever thanked you properly, so thank you. Â I hope we can be friends moving forward. If you wanted to get coffee or lunch, I think that would be a nice way of catching up. Anyway Iâm rambling a little so just let me say welcome and I hope to see you around.â Â
âThank you Draco, I would love to get together sometime,â Harry somehow managed to get out, though he was shocked by this announcement. He realized to late that he had called Malfoy by his given name, which he looked surprised at, but offered a smile and a before leaving. Â Â Â Â
He still had a posh accent but apart from that he was obviously much different. Finding his calling in his work and spending the last two years away from his father had obviously done wonders. From seeing him interact with his coworkers Harry had gathered that he was still a little sarcastic but he was very funny. He was approachable and a hard worker and Harry wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around him and give him a squeeze.
Harry shook his head clear and started to pull his coat on. After work on Fridays the department went to the nearby wizarding pub for a drink and he and his fellow graduates of the academy had been invited to join them. He was a little nervous to go since he hadnât really  talked to anyone from the DMLE except Kingsley, who gave the assignments, and Dean, who shared the office with him, but he was excited to make friends at work. He was also excited for a distraction from his ongoing infatuation with Draco.
Or not. Harry thought to himself as he walked into the bar because, apparently, every department came here to celebrate the weekend, and took up every table in the place. So, while the first thing he saw was Dean waving him over to the table filled with Aurors and various administrators heâd seen throughout the week, the table directly adjacent contained Draco and Hermione, along with many other members of their department.
Harry knew it was a bad idea as soon as he walked through the door. But that had never stopped him before. He walked up to the bartender and ordered himself a shot of firewhiskey and a tankard of ale. When they arrived he threw back the shot and took his beer over to the table. He sat down next to Dean, fully aware that Hermioneâs eyes were boring into him. He gave her a smile and a wave, so as to not draw attention to his internal panic. It wasnât that he was attracted to a man, that had happened before and Harry had come to terms with his bisexuality and let his friends know. No, he was freaking out because he was attracted to Malfoy. And because Malfoy was beautiful.
And practically begging to be squeezed and loved and held. Harryâs mind helpfully supplied as he drained his beer. Damn. He needed to slow down if he wanted to make a good impression. He turned towards Dean and took up a part in the quidditch conversation he was having with a supervisor named Lewis. Harry had a few more drinks, talked to several more important people, and sneaked peeks at Malfoy every few minutes in a way that felt like a guilty pleasure. People gradually started to filter out and Harry glanced over hoping to see Draco one last time, but it seemed he had already left. Only slightly put out, since he really was proud of himself for being as charming as he could have hoped, he headed for the door.
As he felt the cold winter air on his face a thick fingered hand grabbed the front of his coat and pulled him into the alley next to the pub.
âWhat the hell are you playing at?â Draco snapped, color flooding his plump face.
âI uh, you, what?â was Harryâs response, which he cringed at.
Draco seemed a little taken aback by the complete lack of eloquence, but was determined to give Harry a piece of his mind âYou were looking at me all night. Stealing looks. I canât figure out why expect for that Iâm fat now. Is that what it is? Youâre getting a full picture so that you and Weasel can have a laugh tomorrow?â His voice was angry and unwavering, but his eyes glistened as he spoke.
Harry stared at him a moment, completely stunned by the questioning. He knew that his best route here was to be honest so he closed his eyes and took a deep breath to prepare himself. âIf I could I wouldnât look away.â he said rubbing the back of his neck and lifting his eyes to meet Dracoâs âI almost canât believe youâre realâ
Draco raised a single eyebrow at him, as if indicating for him to continue.
âYouâreâŚâ he looked down at his feet and shuffled a bit, fiddling with his sleeves a bit before summoning all his Gryffindor courage and looking definitely into the other manâs face and continuing. âBeautiful. Youâre beautiful and Iâve been absolutely amazed by you ever since i saw you on my first day at work. I have never been more attracted to another person and I like the person you are now. I want to hold you and I really donât know why I just do and I want to never look away from your face. So, yeah. Thatâs why I looked at you tonight.â
The simply looked at each other for what felt like half an hour. Harryâs heart sank as he stood under Dracoâs unreadable look. He was just about to turn to go when Draco grabbed onto his wrists to hold him in place.
âYou like my face?â he asked quietly, disbelief shining in his eyes.
âMore than anything I've ever seen,â Harry answered, grinning.
âEven with chipmunk cheeks?â
âEspecially with chipmunk cheeks.â
âAnd a double chin?â
âPerfect.â
âWhat about-â
It was halfway through that question that Harryâs self control snapped. He placed his hands on Dracoâs hips (and Merlin, they were soft and squeezable and amazing) and pressed his lips to Dracoâs. He gasped softly but the wove his arms around Harryâs neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. They stood there in the freezing wind, both clinging to the other like a lifeline.
After several moments Harry pulled away and looked into the eyes of his unexpected lover, âHow about we apperate to my place and I can tell you just how beautiful every part of you is?â he moved his hand up to hold Dracoâs cheek.
Draco threw his head back and laughed, then wrapped Harry in a tight hug, and it was every bit as amazing as he had thought it would be.
âThat sounds like a very good idea, Potterâ Draco responded, pulling out his wand and turning them on the spot.
When one of my (and possibly my most) favorite people in the world so sweetly asked, for more âIt Was So...â I had to oblige. Because I love her and well, I love chubby!Draco now (and Priscella, ofc). Here is a little teaser:Â
It Was So Last Night...
Draco turned slightly to look at him better, and nodded, "fine, I'm a piece of ass that let you feed him cookies in bed." He nodded, "sorry I like cookies?"
"I'm not," Harry had his arm over the back of the booth and leaned in towards Draco, skimming his nose across his jaw, "I wish you saw yourself the way I see you, Malfoy." He said softly, and gave him a small kiss.
"Like, right now?"
"Yeah, right now. You're unbelievably sexy, Draco but you just don't even know it." Harry was right, Draco didn't know it. He heard it but he didn't know it, he never thought this is what would have happened in his life. He'd be sitting next to Harry Potter at a Muggle diner listening to the man boost his confidence. Never. "Merlin, everything about you." Harry reached up and ran his fingers through Draco's hair before giving the white-blonde hair a small tug into a proper kiss.
"Please tell me," Draco whispered, "there's more to that attraction, at least now, then the size of my belly and thighs."
"And ass," Harry said with a little cheeky smirk, "but yes, of course, that smart mouth of yours too."
"Ah, the three most important things in relation to liking someone. Body, arse and mouth."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Harry grinned, looking up as he heard Nikki approaching and their food was laid down on the table before she bustled off with a hurried, be back later! Leaving the boys to eat, Harry pushed the syrup towards Malfoy slowly and turned slightly so he could watch. He was curious, he wanted to see just what would happen if Draco really liked something. Like he figured he did gypsy toast. The way he had said it, his eyes closed and that smile, Harry wanted to see that look on his face.
So he waited. Draco spread the butter over the toast in silence, he seemed lost in his train of thought, he grabbed the syrup off the table next and poured a rather generous amount over the top and after it spread over the toast Draco sat it down and grabbed his fork cutting off a piece of the fluffy toast and shoving it is in his mouth. Harry was smiling to himself as he watched and Draco shut his eyes and swallowing before licking the fork clean.
"It's really good," Draco said and met Harry's look, "I..." He stopped and a hard blush covered his face, "it's good."
"I noticed," Harry laughed, "I'm glad you're eating," he said softly, "go ahead."
Draco cut off another piece and turned to Harry with his fork, "would you like some?"
"That's all yours, baby," Harry said, "I like savory breakfasts," he added and nodded down to his steak and eggs, "but, would you like some of mine?" Harryâd go hungry for the morning - or just order more, he more rationally thought, if Draco wanted both of their plates. Itâs going to be a long day....Â
"Ew," Draco eyed the options, shaking his head, "I'll stick with my sugary breakfast." Harry grinned, watching Draco take another bite of his french-fried toast.
"I'll have to learn how to make that," He mused his eyes never leaving Draco as he finally settled into eat.
It Was So Five Years Ago: f or a , It Was So Last Weekend: f or a .Â
