#chubby!drarry

[ira-dunfort]

Drarry Microfic: Wound(ed)

Scorpius, in his four-year-old enthusiasm, had underestimated his footing and had fallen down the low slope of Aunt Mione’s and Uncle Ron’s backyard while exploring on his own—brave boy that he was.

His little hands grabbed at his knee as pain bloomed from the scratched skin, and red beads of blood began to form on the surface. Red meant bad. Red meant he needed to check in with Daddy and Papa.

“I’m wounded!” he called out to the adults gathered by the cottage. He pushed himself off the ground, climbed up the slope on all fours, and sprinted on his short legs to get to his parents as quickly as possible.

Daddy was already crouching down with open arms and scooped him up with ease. Daddy was strong—he could carry Papa, even if Papa yelled at him for it. They’d then kiss and smile and wrestle, and Scorpius would climb onto them and squeal, getting tickled and squished between them in return.

“Wounded, you say, little man?” Daddy asked, sitting Scorpius up on the surface of the big outside table, his bright green eyes checking his knee.

Rose looked up from her drawing and jumped off her chair. “I’ll get Uncle Draco.” She announced to her parents and dutifully went inside.

“Does it hurt?” Daddy asked, and the wind tugged on his long black wavy hair in a funny way.

Scorpius sniffed but didn’t cry. “Not too bad.”

“My little star, you know your Daddy’s version of ‘not too bad’ could be a broken leg,” Papa chastised lovingly, bouncing Scorpius’ happily gurgling baby sister, Dahlia, on one arm and holding his homemade healing salve in the hand of the other.

Daddy laughed. “That was one time.” He affectionately rolled his eyes and unscrewed the glass tub to gently rubbed Papa’s salve onto Scorpius’s knee. The wound vanished with a warm tingle, and the scent of honey filled the air.

“And it delivered you to me at the end of a dreadfully boring A&E graveyard shift. I’m not complaining, merely comparing—he is your son, after all.”

“Just as much as he is yours, love.” Daddy grinned at Papa, then ruffled Scorpius’ blond curls and helped him off the table. “You’re good to go. Have fun.”

The boy zoomed back into the meadow, skipping and running after a bumblebee. When he looked back, he saw Papa ruffling Daddy’s hair as he bent down to kiss his sister’s chubby cheek.

—written for @drarrymicrofic for the prompt 'wound'

[starquestingfordrarry]

oh my god HARRY J THIGHS PLEASE i would love to know about that. and the chappell roan series, every single one

OH GOD, here we gooooooooo

Thighs Harry - I'm gonna give you the tags I wrote for myself: Chubby Harry, Trans male Harry, Thick Thighs Harry, Hairy Harry, body hair kink, magical sex toys, magical strap, strap sucking, titty sucking, rimming, oral sex, first time, Draco POV, pining, Draco Malfoy is obsessed with Harry Potter. and the first line is "Potter is wearing his tiny shorts again"

Chappell Roan - OKAY SO, I've already done two in this, both lips on the mirror and Your Hot Hands, and I have 12 more which I will attempt to summarize:

-God, What Have You Done? Harry is a PI, Lucius hires him to find Draco. Guess where he is. -Come get me out I was thinking of exploring the background of my dronarry Ron feeling a bit lost in America -It's like a hundred ninety nine degrees Beach episode, lots of sweating -like cicadas in the summertime Drarry are at conferences in NY for their respective jobs, UH OH, their rooms were double booked, there's only one bed, feelings realizations as one does -Knee-deep in the passenger seat a *less sad* combo of Coffee and Casual where they are both pining-while-fucking and they are idiots -Wishing you the best in the worst way I have no notes for this one yet??? -How would it taste I just wrote "secret relationship" -You'd have to stop the world ginsy and drarry, but draco and pansy are getting married. Harry and Ginny are going to ruin the wedding. -The cursive letter H pining Draco, no actual unrequited love because I refuse to hurt myself -Fugly jeans Pansy/Lavender -Hit it Like, Get it Hot Ginny living the big gay life she deserves -Canine Teeth this one I am actually repurposing for a FTH fic, it involves werewolf Lavender

[daydreamingfoxglove]

Day Fifteen: Nothing & Everything

@microficmay, words: 70, ship: drarry, rating: G

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Scorpius sat back-to-chest in the embrace of Draco's arms. He stretched his chubby little fingers to pull at daisies from the ground, soft giggles carrying through the wind.

Harry scooped Scorpius up and spun him, his eyes a perfect match for the sky. Though he may not have been of their blood, he was theirs in all the ways that mattered.

From nothing, they had grown everything they ever wanted.

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A series of microfics telling a nonlinear story. All parts on A03

[textrovert-01]

😍❤

Hey sweetie!! :) you know, i have been thinking.. I have seen millions of drarry and harry potter art and they are like magic. BUT. In all of those boys are very masculine with sixpacks and all. I would love to see chubby harry and draco. Would you?? :) i cant draw, but this is one idea for someone who can :)

Hi, nonnie!! You know what?? You’re right, there’s a terrible lack of chubby Drarry out there!! I can’t draw to be honest, I mean, lmao, I’m very bad at it, but I’ll tag some of the loveliest artists out there and see if someone feels like taking on this challenge 💙 (of course you don’t have to, only if it inspires you darlings!)

@fictional, @caroll-in, @practicefortheheart, @zigster-ao3, @creeeee, @pauleonotis, @aceveria-art, @spielzeugkaiser, @nadiasna7 , @pygmy-puffy, @dragontamerdrarry, @miakagrewup, @yemiello, @mad1492, @pan-da-hero, @gaeilgelupin, @rosalyfart, @fabellaproxima, @jackofallplagues, @maesterchill

but honestly, anyone who sees this and would like to give it a try! 😘

[rockingrobin69]

The Right Flavour

1k of fluff featuring nb Draco and ice cream. Thank you @toxik-angel for your tremendous help!

Harry sniffled in front of the blurry freezers, defeated. He’s asked the smiley clerk, and they even went to get the manager to check in the back, and nothing. “Out of stock,” the manager said with a pitying look. “Sorry.”

Sorry. As if that helped—Harry’s been to three other places already, with nothing to show for it. Numerous ice cream tubs smirked at him cloyingly; ‘look at all the choice!’, they bragged, because they knew, they knew what he needed, and knew it wasn’t there.

But Harry wasn’t completely out of his mind yet, so instead of fighting frozen goods he turned around and wiped his face on a sleeve. “I’ll find something else. Doesn’t matter.”

Because it didn’t. So what if Draco was impossibly choosy when it came to ice cream, and this was the only flavour they actually liked outside of Italy, ‘Netflix and Chilled non-dairy’ or nothing. It’s not like ice cream was a key element in Harry’s plan; not like he spent ages planning it, the perfect Draco-day. Fancy Breakfast in bed, a visit to their favourite museum, then a beautifully curated picnic at the park, music, candles, the whole thing. A generous bowl of vegan ice cream with a ring, because Draco’s sweet tooth was legendary, and Harry wanted them forever. But the ice cream in this wretched place was all wrong—plus, the weather forecast for tomorrow was verging on miserable, and the London Transport Museum might be closed for renovations. As if the universe was against him.

Harry collected his Asda bag for life and trudged forward, shoulders dropping a bit lower with every aisle. His breath started hitching at soft drinks. His glasses went steamy by bread. When he got to produce, he had to stop, because—really, come on. This didn’t matter, none of it mattered. Weather and museums and ice cream and the universe. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, Draco had taught him. Draco, who made him so happy. Draco, who was so brilliant, so wonderful, who was—

Right there? Was it really them, pushing a shopping cart blindly, nose buried in their mobile? Harry didn’t know what to make of it. Draco never shopped here; they kept strictly to the organic market near their office. He gulped at the floor for a long moment, uncertain, when a trolley crashed into his.

“Oh, sorry, I—Harry?”

He had to clear his throat three times before looking up. “Hey, darling.”

“What… I thought you were home?”

“I, er. Had to pop by. Needed—celery.”

Draco raised one pointy eyebrow. Their hair was still in the ponytail Harry’s seen in the morning, but now they had eyeliner on as well, which truly rendered him helpless. Come on. Having spent all evening fretting, the sight of Draco’s smoky eyes was surely enough to ruin him. Not to mention how they narrowed, suspicious: “Celery.”

“Celery.” He coughed pathetically at Draco’s boots, then, thinking about it, “Wait, what are you doing here?”

“Oh. I just… I was going to cook for you tomorrow. I wanted to make that sauce you like from our Italian place? You know, the green one.”

Harry blinked. “Pesto?”

“That’s it,” Draco smiled in relief. “I remembered it had pine nuts, but my stupid weefee isn’t working, and I couldn’t get the name—ahem. Anyway. I suppose I ruined the surprise.”

“Oh, Draco,” Harry was already pushing closer to sneak one arm around their waist. “That sounds lovely. Even though I was, er, going to take you out tomorrow. Had a whole… well. I guess it can wait.” He kissed one cheek, then the other, infinitely calmer now with Draco’s lemony scent sharp in his nose. They smiled, a bit sheepish, which made Harry wonder—“Why did you come here though? You get everything from the other place.”

“They don’t have your ice cream,” Draco murmured.

“Pardon?”

“The—the silly one you like. With the fudge-covered pretzels.”

Something warm was fizzing in Harry’s chest, worrisome and wonderful. “But you hate that one.”

“I don’t hate it, I just think it doesn’t hold a candle to—doesn’t matter, actually, because you like it. And it seemed appropriate to what I… never mind.”

“Draco.” Harry found himself out of breath. “You’re shit at keeping secrets, so just spill it. What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Draco threw their hands in the air, but they couldn’t stop grinning. “I just wanted to cook a special romantic dinner for my partner, is that so strange?”

“I guess not? Just… erm. I also had, er, some special romantic plans. Jewellery-related.”

Harry meant to keep it a surprise, really, but with Draco in his arms, wearing eyeliner, there was only so much he could do. Harry loved them so much—so much, and this dreadful excitement was ringing too loud in his ears—grey eyes opened wide—

“Harry James Potter, do not tell me you’re thinking of proposing to me in an Asda.”

He held them tighter, nearly delirious. “I love you everywhere. Including Asda.”

“Eww, stop being so gushy,” Draco squirmed, batting Harry’s hands away. They were shaking their head, still smiling as they reached into their pocket, “I can’t believe you were—but I—got you first! Will-you-marry-me, you bloody arse! Ha!”

They kneeled between the potatoes and the onions, and Harry’s plans were shot, and he’s never, ever been so happy in his life—he joined Draco on the filthy supermarket floor, sobbing and nodding, “Yes, you idiot, yes, oh god, Draco—”

“Found it!” a voice came out of nowhere, and Harry blinked up. It was the smiley clerk, tub in hand. “Last one, it was hiding behind—oh, are… I’ll just come back later.”

Harry laughed into the crook of Draco’s neck, giddy and relieved all at once. The world wasn’t against them—didn’t matter, didn’t matter at all. He had Draco, and this ridiculous amount of love in his heart. And now, the ice cream to go with it, too.  

[sitp-recs]

I saw ur post about not being ashamed of your kinks, and it inspired me a bit. I really like reading fics with chubby!Draco. Whether it’s sexual (like, with some feeding and teasing) or not, it’s a trope I super love. I know you’re not doing recs right now (and you definitely deserve the break) so I won’t ask for any. However, I’d love to hear if any of ur followers or anything like that are into this kink like I am, so I can try and feel more confident about it. Much love, & I hope you're well!

Hi friend! What a lovely ask - I’m so happy that you took my post about self-indulgence as an inspiration to read what makes you happy! Here are a few recs for you (including some chubby!Harry in case anyone’s interested), hopefully we’ll get more recs in the comments :)

Chubby Draco

Just Be by @bafflinghaze (2019, Teen and Up, 1.4k)

Being a pureblood, being a queer man, being Draco Malfoy, image was everything to him. Except, these days, Draco can’t meet those standards. He can’t do what people are telling him to do: be it to lose the weight, or love his body. But perhaps...he could just be.

In it For The Long Run by @goldentruth813 (2015, Explicit, 5k)

While Harry is away on an Auror mission Draco comes to the sudden realization that he looks quite different now than he did as a teenager. How will his body issues affect his own self worth and his relationship with Harry?

Save My Wonders by @unmistakablyoatmeal (2014, Explicit, 21k)

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 series by @violetclarity (2018, Explicit, 34k)

Draco and Harry are the best Senior Aurors in the DMLE, which is why they’re working the case about Wings – 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 Harry’s feelings for him, which he’s been ignoring for years.

Falling series by JulietsEmoPhase (2016, Explicit, 40k)

A trilogy spanning some of Eighth Year and beyond, featuring Chubby!Draco and Caring!Harry. Hurt/Comfort with a serious emphasis on the comfort.

Chubby Draco Drabbles collection by @ladderofyears (2020, WIP)

Chubby Harry

Soft Spot by JulietsEmoPhase (2015, Explicit, 1.8k)

Draco loves every single bit of Harry, even the bits he doesn’t like himself.

The Things We Did And Didn't Do by GingerTodgers (2017, Teen and Up, 2k)

Harry is due back from visiting Hermione and Ron in Australia, three months after finally spending the night with Draco. It's time to DTR.

Snakefood by Vaysh (2010, Explicit, 9.6k)

Draco and Harry have a secret relationship in fifth year. Harry's a bit heavier when he comes back to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays.

Lemon Tarts by @secretsalex (2017, Explicit, 11.6k)

Harry's jeans are getting tight. Draco loves it.

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w, art by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (2022, E, 77k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

[yetanotherdrarrylist]

more Chubby Harry fics please

I don’t really have any more beyond my tag, #chubby!Harry. There are more chubby Harry fics on AO3.

Lovely Things - sarahmademedoit

“I just- y’don’t have to say those things. When you said I was beautiful ‘n’ sexy. I’m not, y’know? Y’don’t have to boost my confidence while you’re trying to enjoy yourself.”

Draco’s eyes are soft and pensive as he looks at Harry. They lay in silence as Draco collects his thoughts.

“While I appreciate your confidence that I can make up falsehoods whilst balls deep, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.”

Nightmares or wet sheets? - makerofaqueen

Ten years after the war, Harry has hid himself from the world working in the rarely visited grand archive of the ministry for magic. One day he’s informed that they have hired  new potions master and Harry needs to show him around.

Snakefood - Vaysh

Draco and Harry have a secret relationship in fifth year. Harry’s a bit heavier when he comes back to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays.

The Art of Binge Eating - gingerbread20

After the war, Harry Potter decided he had done his bit for the Wizarding world. He holed himself up in his home with only his two best friends for company and only left to occasionally visit the Burrow. But that all changed the night that Hermione finally convinced him to leave the house, and it wasn’t to go to the Burrow.

[roundelet]

Draco Malfoy and the Mandatory P.R.A.T. : Chapter 7

redpenny a.k.a. roundelet

Explicit - 11k words - chapters 7/?

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.

[bafflinghaze]

Just Be

Being a pureblood, being a queer man, being Draco Malfoy, image was everything to him. Except, these days, Draco can’t meet those standards. He can’t do what people are telling him to do: be it to lose the weight, or love his body.

But perhaps...he could just be.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1.4k

Contains:  Chubby Draco Malfoy, Jealousy, Body Image, Body Neutrality, a Harry Potter who wants to be a good boyfriend but he has to get the boyfriend job first

Trigger warnings: discussion of body issues and negative thoughts

Notes:  This is written for @ssenbonzakuraa 🤗😘 I hope you like it.

This was read over and beta’ed by @potter-loves-malfoy / HeyItsGem 🤗

Read on AO3 or below.

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1.

Draco tried not to look in the mirror as he went to open his wardrobe. But as always, his eyes drew to it, and a sense of gagging crawled up his throat. Dressed in only a towel around his waist, everything was so clear. Too clear: 

From the pink flush in his cheeks, hot from his shower; to the curve in his face and chin where there should have been sharp lines, to the swell of his waistline. There was no hair to make him a bear; no muscle to make him masculine, and too much fat to make him attractive.

“Hmm, better work out,” his mirror said. “Not much of a Malfoy, are you?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Draco growled. He opened the wardrobe heavily and grabbed a pair of black robes with the thinnest, most subtle vertical slimming lines of dark grey. A high collar that hid the fat in his neck, and billowing material to hide the shape of his body. He was but one step from charming extra undetectable space in the folds.

Except, he couldn’t hide from himself. And if he hid, other people would know he had something to hide.

Oh, his mother implied it was fine, encouraging Draco to eat more at the table. She pinched his chubby cheeks, and told him that she loved him.

And for his old school friends...only Millicent was not slim, but the butch dyke aesthetic fitted her like a rough and ready pair of gloves. It wasn’t the same for queer witches, anyway.

A house-elf appeared with a pop. “Your mother and Harry Potter are awaiting you in the gardens.”

“I’m coming,” Draco retorted. He held out his hand, and the elf disapparated him to Malfoy Manor’s rose gardens.

A semi-opaque awning floated above the garden table and chairs upon which his mother and Potter sat. His mother was dressed in pale yellow robes with a sheer silver over-robe, beautiful and slim. Harry Potter was dressed in muggle style trousers and a short sleeve shirt, hair a riot on lean arms and head, and a neat, small beard.

Potter gave him a crooked grin that had his stomach flipping. Draco forced the emotion down and tried to smile back pleasantly. After all, Potter was a saint—he smiled at everyone, from ugly babes newly born to the grungiest hag. So instead, Draco took a deep breath and kept the pleasant smile on his face and took a seat the table.

2.

“Well, I must retire,” Narcissa announced at the end of the meal. “Why don’t you boys spend some time together?”

“I’m sure Potter has other things to do—” Draco started immediately.

But Potter gave a big smile. “I would love to.”

With a sense of disquiet, Draco’s mother departed, leaving Draco alone with Potter. Potter stood, rolling his shoulders, muscles flexing.

Uncomfortably, Draco stood too, casting a discreet freshening charm on himself. “Shall we explore Mother’s gardens, then?”

“I helped her plant some of it,” Potter said easily. “But, lets.”

They walked in silence, and Draco tried very hard not to look at the perfection that was Harry Potter.

“Actually,” Potter finally said, “I’m being selfish.”

Draco snorted. “Really?” He glanced at Potter, who was grinning sheepishly.

“Lunches with you and your mother are great, but...could we have dinner together? Just the two of us?”

Draco’s heart skipped a beat. Did that mean—except, it couldn’t be true. It was probably just a horrible joke. “I’m no fool,” he spat out.

Potter flinched. “Draco, I mean it.”

Draco turned and faced him square on, fists clenched by his side. “Don’t play coy with me, Potter. What’s your motive?”

Potter nibbled his bottom lip. “I...I want you...um...”

Draco scowled. “Yes?”

Potter shook his head. “I just wanted to cook for you, and you know...” A flush crawled up his cheeks.

But Draco felt cold. “What? Are you going to make me eat healthy food? Or, do you want to feed me?”

Potter’s eyes widened, he quickly shook his head. “Merlin, no! I didn’t mean it like that.” He ran a hand through his hair. “For fuck’s sake, I like you, Draco Malfoy. So can we please go on a date?”

“You don’t.” Draco shook his head. “Why? How? I’m...” His mind supplied words like disgusting and ugly and even... he couldn’t bear to say any of them aloud.

“You’re—you’re really making me do this?” Potter begged. But he must have caught something in Draco’s demeanour, for Potter pressed his lips together and stood up straighter. “You’re funny, and you’re sarcastic, and our humour is the same, and fuck, I could listen to you talk about potions for hours even though I hate potions, but you just make everything so interesting. And, your eyes are amazing, and I’ve secretly wanted to touch your hair for years...”

And Potter was dancing around the erumpent in the gardens. “I’m not what I used to be,” Draco said.

“But, of course—I’m really sorry that you have to contend with Death Eater remarks even now—”

“That’s not what I meant! I’m not fucking handsome anymore! You deserve someone amazing. Like Ginerva Weasley, even,” Draco spat.

Potter reach out for Draco’s hands. Draco yanked them away.

“But...I like you. All of you.”

“You like people like me, then?” Draco sneered. “Go chase some other overweight wizard.”

Potter’s face fell. He took a deep breath. “You...I liked you before, got it? I like you now, too—”

Draco’s heart was racing, and a part of him was overjoyed, but he just couldn’t believe Potter’s words. “So you’ll just pretend that I’m not.”

“Draco. It’s—” Potter gave a heavy sigh. “So you’re saying that if I like you regardless of your weight, then I somehow hate your weight and am ignoring it. But if I like all of you, including how you look, then I have a fat kink. I can’t win, can I?”

Draco flinched back. “No.”

“Well...” Potter’s face fell. “I’m still offering for dinner. As just friends. I don’t want to lose our friendship.”

“I’ll owl you,” Draco said stiffly. “Let me escort you out.”

Potter tried to smile, but he failed, miserably. Draco tried not to look at him.

3.

Draco’s mind was foggy all throughout dinner with his mother that evening. It remained heavy as he got into bed.

Potter liked him.

Potter had to be lying.

But Potter liked him.

Draco was set up to fail, regardless.

But there was something off about Potter’s words. Why did Potter mention his Death Eater past? Sure, it made the papers in a regular fashion whenever a crime appeared, but Draco knew he was more than his teenage self. And he knew Potter didn’t mind it: after all, Potter had testified for Draco even before they were friends.

Thoughts chased themselves around Draco’s head, and he fell into a fitful sleep.

*

When Draco woke up, something clicked in his mind.

Draco thought Potter’s comment about his Death Eater past was odd, because Draco had moved on. He’d stopped caring, for the most part, about it. He had done his community service, he was working hard to be better, he was helping people with his potions and potions research.

Having been a death eater was a part of him, but it didn’t define him.

How was being...being fat any different?

He didn’t have to love the journey of his teenage years to what he was now. He didn’t have to love his body.

He didn’t need to look pretty to make potions. He didn’t need to look handsome to conduct research. His body just was, a necessity for him to do what he wanted to do. He was so much more than the Dark Mark on his arm; so why couldn’t he be much more than the weight on his body?

Draco got out of bed, feeling the sense of pressure and judgemental eyes shedding off of him.

He still went and dressed in customary black robes with the thin stripes, but he did like the robes and the fall of them.

And he owled Potter: for dinner as friends. As for more...that was on the table, too. Draco just needed to be brave enough to allow himself to be happy as he was. And somehow, he had the feeling that he’d get there.

Fin.

[ghostbff]

Talking to a stranger

[drarrymylove]

Anonymous said: A jealous/possessive draco with a shy oblivious harry please!! Love you so much!  ((Love you too)) @unknownstudent23 said: Mistletoe. Eight year. Yule ball as professors. Soulmate with tattoo. (combinations as seen fit but individual prompts) Anonymous said: For the prompt thing- maybe a cute holiday drarry something where Draco discovers what a mistletoe is and is slightly obsessed? ((I do apologize, I modified this third one a bit))

Pansy and Draco sat together in Advanced Herbology with the other eighth year herbology students.  Professor Sprout was in the middle of a long-winded speech about the differences between Muggle and magical mistletoe.  

“-thus, magical mistletoe does not need a host plant in the event there are witches and wizards around to provide the, well- kissy magic they seem to feed on.” Professor Sprout said. “ Though this did become increasingly problematic in a school setting.  Highly inappropriate at times, trapping any two individuals for often very long periods of time unless the victims kissed.”

“If it was so bad, why didn’t they just wait it out?” asked a Hufflepuff Draco didn’t know.

“Raise a hand for questions, please.  Imagine you really needed the toilet.  Or imagine being caught in the courtyard during a snow storm.  We’ve even provided a chaperone in events of a professor was stuck under mistletoe with a student.”

“If you need a chaperone, then maybe that professor shouldn’t be teaching here,” said a Ravenclaw, or rather, a former Ravenclaw.

“You would be right if it were only the student we were protecting.  Rumors or bullying that could have followed could have negatively effected both the student and the professor.  We simply wished to keep the careless words of others from hurting either person,” Sprout pointed back to the first student, “yes, you have another question.”

The girl said, “Why didn’t they just ban mistletoe from the school?”

“Why didn’t they just ban herbology from the school,” Draco whispered to Pansy.

Pansy coughed to hide a laugh.

“Magical mistletoe is incredibly invasive, and unlike its non-magical cousin, it does not need a host tree or other plant.  And dare I say, the abundance of -ahem- kissy magic in a school, has not made banning such a plant very easy.  I was quite proud of a particular student for manipulating the magical signature of our local strain of mistletoe.  He’s been working on it for a couple years now and has been able to alter the magic to allow volunteers under the mistletoe.  I’m sure you’ve all noticed that the mistletoe this year is allowing willing students to to take someone’s place under the mistletoe.  No unwilling kisses or absurd waiting times to be released.  I was proud to award one hundred year points to the Eighth Years when the first cluster of leaves popped up with the new magical signature.”

Pansy whispered, “Wow, wonder who ruined misteltoe.”

A hand shot up across the greenhouse, “Professor?  You mean an Eighth Year did this?”

Draco whispered back to Pansy, “What do you mean ruined?  You would want to be forced to kiss anyone you happened to be trapped with?”

“It’s just a kiss,” Pansy said.

“Not everyone feels that way.  What if you were stuck with,” Draco looked around before noticing Longbottom who’d inexplicably gone quite red, “Longbottom? You’d feel differently then, I bet.”

Professor Sprout cleared her throat, giving Pansy and Draco a pointed look. “Of course. Mr Longbottom has been working on this project for a while.”

Once Sprout’s attention was away from them, Pansy leaned back to Draco, “Are you kidding?  I’d climb him like a tree.”

Draco stared at Pansy as though she announced her intention to kiss the Giant Squid.

“Don’t look at me like that.  You can’t tell me he isn’t that rugged sort of handsome.  And he’s huge.  I bet he could throw me over his shoulder,” Pansy said, stealing glances in his direction.

“Alright.  We are going to Pomfrey after this,” Draco said. Pansy scoffed but Draco kept talking, “I know for a fact you’re not attracted to chubby men.”

“I said I wasn’t attracted to Greg or Vinny.  Also, it is immediately more attractive if you call a man meaty instead of chubby.  Look at him though.  He’s probably the only bloke here that can pull off the ‘dad sweaters’ he wears so often,” Pansy said.

“I need you to stop.  I’m feeling ill,” Draco said.

“Well, at least I know you’re not going to offer to take my place if I manage to find myself under some mistletoe with Mr. Tall-Thick-and-Handsome.”

“Merlin, help me.”

“Oh, don’t act like you wouldn’t love the mistletoe excuse to make some ‘kissy magic’ with Po-”

“Shut it, Parkinson!” Draco shouted.

All eyes turned to Pansy and Draco.  They were silent for the rest of the class.

Harry and Ron felt the unpleasant grasp of the magic mistletoe.  

“Bloody hell.  I’ll never get used to that,” Ron complained.

“You’ve been caught before?” Harry asked.

“Haven’t you?”

“I was under one with Cho, but I think we were already kissing when it crept up,” Harry said, hoping he wasn’t blushing.  It was a rather awkward kiss.

“Well, then. Hermione is in the early herbology class.  She’ll be along in a minute if you would rather do a switch out, but I’m not keen on waiting if you’re not.  I can’t be late to McGonagall’s class again or she’ll have me writing essays over the entire Christmas holiday,” Ron said.

Glancing up at the mistletoe above them, Harry shrugged, “As long as Hermione won’t kill me.”

“She’ll kill me if she thinks I’d willingly show up late to a class instead of kiss my best mate,” Ron said, laughing.

Harry leaned in to Ron and pressed his lips against his friends.  He pulled away to the sound of glass shattering.  

“Draco, what the fuck? You’ve gotten ink all over my bloody tights,” Pansy shrieked.

Harry wasn’t looking at the dropped ink bottle.  He was looking at Malfoy.  Malfoy was looking at him. And he looked angry.

Draco watched as Potter and the Weasel retreated down the hallway.  Pansy cast a Scourgify on both Draco and herself to rid them of the tiny dots of ink left from the dropped ink bottle.

“Calm down, you drama queen.  It doesn’t hurt your chances with him.  It was just a mistletoe kiss.  They’re not running off together into the sunset,” Pansy said.

“I know that.”

Pansy laughed so loudly and so suddenly, it made Draco jump.

“What the hell are you laughing at?” he asked.

“I was- was only thinking-” Pansy gasped, struggling not to laugh, “that if - we had been closer–”

“Oh, take your time,” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

Pansy giggled a bit more before trying again, “I was thinking that it was a good thing we weren’t standing any closer or you would have Spartan-kicked Weasley right in the chest to have a chance to kiss your future boyfriend.”  Her voice was wavering again by the end of it. 

Draco shook his head and headed to his next class.  Unfortunately, that next class had him sitting directly behind Potter and Weasley.  He kept his eyes off them both as he made his way to his desk and did his best to keep his attention off their conversation.

“Yeah, I’m glad you’ve volunteered to stay over the Christmas holiday.  There are going to be a lot of kids who don’t have anywhere to go this year, but you don’t want to go back home?  You aren’t staying because of me, are you?  Tell me you’re not,” Potter said to Weasley.

“Nah.  I’m staying for Gin.  She won’t say it, but I know she isn’t ready to have a Christmas at home without Fred there,” Weasley said.

The momentary optimism of having more chances to maybe, possibly, have the opportunity to kiss Potter was quickly drowned by guilt.  Draco knew that if he hadn’t found a way into the castle, someone else would have and very little, if anything, would have changed.  Objectively, Draco knew he’d been used, but it did not make that jagged pill any easier to swallow.

The likelihood of Potter not wanting to kiss him because of it seemed a small price to pay.

Harry sat in front of the fire in the Eighth Years’ common room with Ron and Ginny.  With classes over for the year, he greatly looked forward to a little more than a week of doing nothing.

“You should have seen his face though.  Malfoy looked like he was ready to hex someone,” Ron said.

“What did you do to him this time?” Ginny asked Harry.

“Nothing.  I mean, I think nothing.  We were getting on fine, and then he just got really weird,” Harry said.

“Malfoy’s always weird,” Ginny said.

“Not like this.  It could have something to do with you shouting ‘Sweet Merlin, Harry, you fancy Malfoy?!’ in the middle of breakfast the other morning.  I think you woke the dead screaming at that volume.  He probably just got freaked out and doesn’t want to talk to me anymore,” Harry said, miserably.

“You don’t even know if he heard me,” Ginny said.

Ron nodded in agreement, “Malfoy’s so focused on you all the time he’s not likely to have heard a word unless it came from your mouth.”

Harry bumped his shoulder into Ron’s.

“Deny it all you want.  I bet he’s just jealous of me,” Ron said.  “Bloody hell, that’d be a first, wouldn’t it?”

“Nev!” Ginny shouted, “I didn’t know you were staying!”

Neville made his way from the common room entrance to the sofa by the fire, “Most of the time.  I’ll be going to see my gran on Christmas day, but I’ll be here most of the time.”

“Sit with us,” Ginny said.

Neville looked around for a chair to pull up.

“Here, we’ll bunch up,” Ginny said, wedging herself against Harry’s side.  

Harry was forced to squeeze himself against Ron as well.  Being pressed between the two of them made him think of the kneazles and cats you’d find curled into piles of fluff.  To make the seating feel less awkward, Harry draped an arm across the back of the sofa behind Ginny.  

“See, big guy, we made it work,” Ginny said.

“You ran in here in a bit of a hurry.  What’s chasing you,” Ron asked.

Neville laughed nervously, “No one, really.  Pansy and Draco are on their way in here.  I wasn’t keen on letting them catch up.”

“Pansy and Draco?  Reckon that means you’re friends now?” Ron teased.

“You know McGonagall has encouraged first names among peers,” Neville said.

Before the conversation could get sidetracked, Harry asked, “Why are you avoiding them?”

“No reason really, it’s just.  They were giving me looks during herbology this morning.  I feel like I did something,” Neville said.

“Seems to be a lot of that going around.  I’m starting to think that’s just how they look at everyone,” Harry said.

As if Summoned, Pansy appeared beside Neville, pulling Malfoy along by his sleeve.  

“It’s so nice to have some time away from classes isn’t it,” she said.

The four mumbled in agreement.

“Draco, darling, pull up a chair won’t you.  I’ll just sit here,” she said as she perched herself on the arm of the sofa next to Neville. “Lovely to see you all this evening, but Neville, I do have so many questions for you.  That revelation this morning in herbology was fascinating.”

Harry tried to be polite as he avoided eye-contact with Malfoy and watched Pansy throw herself at Neville.  Figuratively, of course, until she giggled at her own joke enough to lose her balance on the arm of the sofa.  Neville’s and on her back kept her from toppling into the floor. Harry knew he wasn’t the only one who noticed that Neville’s hand didn’t move from Pansy’s back.

Soon, Ginny wiggled from her seat between Neville and Harry, “I really need to get back to my own common room.  Luna is leaving in the morning and I wanted to spend some time with her.”

“Careful on that staircase in front of your common room.  There’s a patch of mistletoe at the top,” Neville said.

“It’s okay.  I’ll be walking alone.  And if I do get caught, I’m sure Luna would come get me,” Ginny said with a grin on her face.

Ron sighed and shook his head but said nothing.

“I’m going to bed,” Malfoy said abruptly.

“Goodnight,” Harry said.

He got no reply.

“You didn’t see that the other night?  He was practically laying on Weasley,” Draco whined.

“I saw a great many things the other night.  He was sitting just as close to both Weasleys.  They squeezed four people onto that sofa.  It meant nothing,” Pansy said.

“But when Ginny got up, Harry didn’t move.  He just stayed right up against him,” Draco said.

“You just have to make a move, say something, do anything,” Pansy said.  “I doubt he’s a mind reader.”

“What? Like you putting your bum right into Longbottom’s hand? I’m not stupid; we all know you did that on purpose,” Draco said.

Pansy smiled, “Merlin, did you see that?  His hand was big enough to cover all the way across my back! And he caught my weight with one hand.  His left hand! His right is his wand hand, isn’t it?”

“How the hell would I know?”

Pansy shook her head.  “Christmas morning and this is how I’m spending it.  I should be drinking tea and opening small boxes full of very sparkly, very expensive presents.  Just go make a move.  If you spent half the amount of energy expressing your feelings as you have trying to maneuver yourself under the mistletoe with him, I guarantee you’d have kissed him by now.”

“I don’t even know if he likes me,” Draco said, hoping his misery didn’t show in his voice.

“I’m giving you a five minute head start.”

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked.

“Get your narrow arse down to the common room and tell him how you feel or I will,” Pansy said.

“He’ll never believe you,” Draco said.

“He’ll believe your diary,” Pansy said.

“Journal.”

Pansy shrugged.

“Wait,” Draco said as he leaned over to open the drawer of his nightstand.  “Give it back you harpy.”

“Four and a half minutes now.”

“Fuck.”

Draco ran down to the common room.  Potter and Weasley were the only ones down this early.  He hesitated for a moment before making his way to one of the armchairs when his courage gave out.  He sat and watched them talk.  Harry’s smile looked so soft and still sleepy.

Four minutes later, he heard Pansy’s shoes tapping down the stone stairway.  He saw his journal in her hand.

“Fuck,” Draco said.  He launched himself toward Potter and Weasley.  They both looked shocked as he grabbed them by their hands and dragged them into the corridor outside the common room where the newest patch of mistletoe had sprouted the night before.  He pushed Weasley out of arms reach and pulled Harry under the cluster of waxy leaves.

“Really, Malfoy?” Potter said.

“Tell me to let Weasley take my place and I will.  I’ll leave you alone.”

Potter almost laughed, “You think I’d want that?”

“I saw you kiss him before.”

“What, and now you want me to kiss you like I kissed him?”

Draco’s face felt hot. “If you wanted-”

Potter leaned in to Draco and pressed their lips together for the barest second before pulling away.  Draco fought not to chase the kiss.

“That- that was nothing,” Draco said.

“Exactly,” Harry said, stepping out from under the mistletoe.

Draco looked away from Harry and tried to walk past him to get back to the isolated safety of his bedroom.

As he passed Harry, he grabbed Draco before pulling him into a very different kiss.  This kiss was hot, heavy but soft, and left Draco feeling light headed.  He glanced above them and saw nothing but the ceiling.

“Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I don’t need mistletoe to want to kiss you,” Harry whispered against Draco’s mouth.

Behind them, they heard an indignant scoff. Ginny stood with her hands on her hips, “You two couldn’t have waited until after breakfast?!  I had money riding on this.”

Pansy laughed on the other side of them, “Pay up at your earliest convenience, sweetie.”

“I told you not to take the bet,” Ron said.

“You know she cheated.  I don’t now how, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out,” Ginny said.

“Motivation can hardly be counted as cheating,” Pansy said. 

Draco looked down into Harry’s eyes, “Can we please go literally anywhere else? Without them?”

Harry smiled up at Draco, “I think I can spare a minute for you.”

[sitp-recs]

the strength to stay by @violetclarity

Harry/Draco (2018, Explicit, 35k)

Draco and Harry are the best Senior Aurors in the DMLE, which is why they’re working the case about Wings – 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 Harry’s feelings for him, which he’s been ignoring for years.

Harry was watching him with an expression Draco privately called his Saviour look. It had been slightly off-putting when they were younger, but he’d grown into it beautifully. Face impassive, eyes alight; his thoughts ran on ahead while he held you in his gaze, while you were frozen by the sheer force of this man. Sometimes, when they were working on a case and Harry looked like this, Draco could guess what he was thinking; it thrilled something young in him, to feel like he was in the know with Harry Potter.

At this point we’ve all read so many auror fics fics that I struggled a bit to choose something for this trope. On one hand, there are so many classics/popular fics that I adore and would love to reread, on the other I’ve already recced a lot and I figured everyone would be going for them (as they should! they’re popular for a reason after all) so I decided to go for lesser known stories and encourage more people to read and appreciate them. And I couldn’t be happier with my choice because this series is absolutely lovely and it features something I’ve never seen in fic before: chubby Draco. 

The author carefully explored his body issues to show how quietly and deeply they affect his confidence and sense of self-worth, turning him fairly oblivious to Harry’s feelings. In his defense, it makes total sense - Draco’s used to being tossed aside and he couldn’t risk both a broken heart and a failed friendship with Harry. Honestly, could friends to lovers get any better? Draco’s struggles are honest and heartbreaking but their perfect dynamics make me put the sadness aside for a bit. There’s something so gentle and comforting about their domestic bliss - you can see in every word and gesture how much they respect and care for each other. The case plot is also great, detailed, intriguing and with a Legilimency sequence as a treat 👌🏼 but my favorite thing about this gorgeous story is really this nuanced and insecure Draco, and the character growth we witness as he finally allows himself to love and be loved in return. Bonus points for the hot, intimate and tender smut! A thoughtful and refreshing story.

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“I just- y’don’t have to say those things. When you said I was beautiful ‘n’ sexy. I’m not, y’know? Y’don’t have to boost my confidence while you’re trying to enjoy yourself.”

Draco’s eyes are soft and pensive as he looks at Harry. They lay in silence as Draco collects his thoughts.

“While I appreciate your confidence that I can make up falsehoods whilst balls deep, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.”

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Draco Malfoy and the Mandatory P.R.A.T. : Chapter 6

redpenny a.k.a. roundelet

Explicit - 10464 words - chapters 6/?

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.

Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE * Aurors * Auror Harry Potter * Auror Draco Malfoy * Enemies to Friends to Lovers * Chubby Harry Potter * Chubby Draco Malfoy * Weight Gain * unintentional weight gain * Weight Issues * Body Image * Out of Shape * dieting * weight loss * injuries * Chubby Kink * belly appreciation * Body Worship * Pining * Fat Shaming

(updating every other day)

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Happy New Years everyone!!!!! This year I’ve been lucky enough to meet and get to know some really really lovely people in the drarry fandom and without them and this wonderful, hilarious and supportive community I can’t really imagine how flat this year would have fallen. <3 This year the fic, fanart, rec lists, cheerleading, reading, comment writing, meta and alllll of the various ways people contribute to fandom has been out of this world and I truly feel blessed to be a part of it all.  :):):):) Thank you all so much for everything you do, big or small. <3333

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Malfoys' Darling

Drarry where Lucius and Narcissa have another child later in life, a little girl who absolutely adores Draco.

Harry didn't expect that his office straight out of Hogwarts would be next to Malfoy. An unfortunate circumstance that he was forced to get used to even if he hated it.

Until the laughter came.

It started out as baby babbling, little giggles that warmed even his jaded heart.

"Dddu!"

Harry laughed himself silly when he realized that was the baby's way of trying to say Malfoy's name.

Dddu turned into, "Drrr," and "Draaa."

"That's my sweet girl," Malfoy would say every time Narcissa brought her for a visit. "I'm your favorite, I know. Not everyone can be me."

Harry stopped dreading work, the highlight to each day was listening to little giggles and babbles that were slowly getting more coherent.

"Drayy," turned into "Co," sometimes, like she couldn't combine the words but could say them separately.

And when little feet ran into his office, a chubby hand covering a heart stopping smile, Harry knew that he'd never be the same.

"And just who might you be?" Harry asked as she stopped near the leg of his desk, needing the support as her tiny legs threatened to give out. He wondered how long ago she learned to walk.

Wide eyes that looked so much like her brothers stared back at him; mouth parted before she tugged on his pant leg.

"Up!"

Who was he deny such a demand from a little princess?

Harry settled her on his knee as he spun in his chair, grinning at the little shrieks of laughter as she clapped her hands together.

"You are adorable. I understand why Malfoy is besotted with you. Don't tell him I said this, but I used to think he was the prettiest person I'd ever seen. Even gangly and too much chin as a teenager I was fascinated. And definitely in denial.

"But," Harry continued, tickling her sides, lips stretching at her breathy giggle. "You are just as pretty. I think he has competition. And I know how he handles competition. Badly. What do you think he'd say about it, hmm?"

"I think he'd know a losing battle when he saw one."

The drawling tone caused two very different reactions. Harry startled, grasping his chest as his heart missed several beats. But the best reaction was a small happy shriek as a loud,

"Dwaco!!"

Malfoy's eyes softened; nose scrunched up as he smiled gently.

"Hello, Darling."

Wiggling limbs had Harry setting her gently on the ground, watching as she rushed to Malfoy who was already crouched, prepared to catch her as a small body launched forward.

"She wins hands down," Malfoy glanced at Harry, hand playing with her curls. "But I'll settle for top two as long as it comes with a date."

That was the day—a boring Monday—where Harry not only got himself a date but also had the pleasure of meeting Darling Malfoy. A sweet girl who filled his office with laughter and smiles.