Jul 6, 2025
Draco’s been fat since the war. Not just “soft.” Not “plush.”
He’s fat. Wide, slow, indulgent. He does it to spite the pureblood elite who whisper behind his back. He does it because he’s tired of starving to be accepted.
Harry keeps showing up at the same shops. Asking him things. Acting normal. They’ve seemed to reach an understanding after the trial.
One day Draco snaps. “You think this is some pathetic fall-from-grace, don’t you?”
Harry: “No. I think you’re the first person I’ve seen who looks like he survived.”
