So this is my first H/D fic. It starts out Harry/Zacharius Smith but don't worry, that ends by the end of this chapter. There most probably won't be sex scenes for a while, and it won't be anything graphic. But other than that I like to write bossy, domineering Draco as that is the way I always imagined him :)

Any constructive criticism would be MAJORLY appreciated! :)

It all started with a seemingly innocent comment from his boyfriend of the time while they were in bed.

"You're so heavy! Even though you're shorter than me you've got to have at least twenty pounds over me!" said Zacharias Smith, pinching his stomach jokingly.

Harry had laughed the comment off at the time, but later that night, when Zach had left, he heard the words going through his head again. He'd always thought he was relatively healthy and normal weight wise. He then considered Zach's weight. He was fairly thin, with rather prominent hipbones that Harry adored. Of course this then sidetracked Harry, and he fell into one of his favourite fantasies of Zach, licking those hipbones all over.

The next day, at breakfast, there was a rumour going around about Draco Malfoy. Apparently Goyle had tried it on with him, and he had told him to come back when he'd lost sixty pounds. Everyone thought it was rather amusing until Malfoy started "the Fat List". It was a list of overweight people at Hogwarts that he apparently wouldn't touch with a forty foot pole until they learned some self control. Goyle was at the head of the list, followed by Justin Finch Fletchley, Neville Longbottom and Millicent Bullstrode. Along with a number of others, Harry was also on the list. He stared at his name in shock. It didn't matter that Ron was also on the list, and that he was perfectly normal and that he and Harry were practically the same in weight. What mattered was that someone blatantly found him overweight.

Harry was shocked and dismayed.

"Don"t pay any attention to it, Harry." said Hermione, noticing his mood. "Ron's on the list too, and he's practically as thin as Malfoy!"

"I know. He's just a git, that's all." Harry replied, trying to act nonchalant.

"Tell me about it," said Ron viciously. "Ugh, Gods I would love to pound his scrawny ferret face in!"

Harry pulled a strained smile at Ron's threats. What was really on his mind was how he was going to go about losing weight. He loved food. Ever since the Dursley's had starved him when he was younger it was like second nature to eat everything he could while he had the chance. That would have to stop.

The next day, "the Fat List" had been taken down and destroyed by some prefects. Apparently Malfoy had received a week's worth of detention from McGonagall which pleased Harry immensely.

At breakfast however, he tried inherently to resist the delicious food spread out before him. The smells were making his mouth water, until Zach came over and plonked himself down beside him, and Harry's eyes were instantly drawn to his narrow waist and sexy hips.

That's what I want. He thought to himself. I have to have that figure.

He distracted himself from the food by chatting to Zach, Ron and Hermione. None of them seemed to notice he wasn't eating, or if they did, no one mentioned it.

"Can you believe there's only a few weeks left of this term to go?" Zach said to Harry.

"Ugh. How could I forget," he replied glumly. "Do you promise to write?"

"Of course! I'm gonna miss you so much baby."

Harry wrinkled his nose at the pet name and Zach laughed. "What have I said about calling me baby?" said Harry.

"Aww, you gonna throw a temper tantrum?" replied Zach.

Harry rolled his eyes, about to reply but interrupted by the bell ringing. He got up and pulled Zach up off the seat by the hands.

"I'll see you in Astronomy later," said Zach, and tilted his head down slightly to kiss him. Ignoring the snide remarks no doubt being traded, Harry kissed him back gently.

"Good God, get a room, you fags!" came the sneering voice of Blaise Zabini.

Harry pulled away from Zach and turned to him. "Shut up, you stupid hypocrite! If you hate fags so much then why do you hang out with Malfoy? ...Or is he sucking you off to stay in Slytherins good books?"

Zabini raised his eyebrow. "Surely you're not one to speak about whores Potter. Your little boyfriend over there is otherwise known as the Hufflepuff Bicycle. Except he lets all the houses ride him."

Harry froze, before stomping towards Zabini who smirked at him. "Say that again!" snapped Harry.

"Harry, forget about him! You know anything he says is just to get a rise out of you!" Zach said, grabbing at his elbow.

Harry ignored him and looked expectantly at Zabini.

"Your boyfriend's a slut, Potter. Get used to it."

Without thinking, Harry lunged at him sending them tumbling to the ground. "You stupid prick," snarled Harry, punching him in the jaw, "you just don't understand that some people aren't trashy little whores like you, and actually have meaningful relationships."

There were people yelling and suddenly Harry flew backwards off of Zabini who looked quite shaken.

"What is the meaning of this!" McGonagall shouted down at them, still pointing her wand threateningly. "Brawling in the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast!"

Blaise and Harry got to their feet, glaring at each other murderously.

"He started it, Prof-" began Zabini, before being cut off by Harry.

"He was saying horrible things about Zach!"

McGonagall raised her eyes to the ceiling in apparent exasperation. "Violence is not the answer- both of you." she added, when she saw Zabini's smug little smile.

"Detention, 5:00 on Tuesday night. If either of you miss it you'll get an added week for your trouble."

"But Professor, we have Quidditch practice that night!" exclaimed Harry, feeling mutinous.

"You should have thought of that before you began brawling!" she snapped sternly, her lips almost invisible they were so thin. "Now get to class! The bell rang almost five minutes ago!"

Harry shot one last furious glare at Zabini, which was blatantly returned before returning to Zach's side. Ron and Hermione had left before the fight had started. Harry glanced sideways at Zach, who was looking slightly uncomfortable.

"What?" he snapped, "Do you not appreciate me sticking up for you or something?"

"It's just- Harry, you didn't have to. I don't give a damn about the shit he says, I know it's not true."

"Well it pissed me off! He had no right to say that sort of crap."

"You just don't get it!" snapped Zach suddenly, "I don't want you to make such a big freakin deal! It's stupid and annoying!"

Harry glared at Zach, "Well then, if that's the way you feel. Don't let me stand in your way, you clearly don't want to be my boyfriend."

"Harry, that's not what I meant!"

"Well maybe that's what I meant! Maybe we should break up? If you can't handle me defending your honour, then what does that say about this relationship?"

"Harry you're talking crazy! What brought all this on? Do you believe the shit he was saying? Do you think I'm cheating on you or something?"

"This is ridiculous. I'm angry because you got irritated when I stuck up for you! That's just something I do for the people I care about! So, you know, it makes me wonder if you would support me in that kind of situation!"

Zach was silent.

Harry huffed in frustration as they paused outside his Charms class. "We'll talk later," was all he said as he left Zach in the hall.

"Why are you so late?" asked Hermione concernedly as he slipped into a seat. He wasn't noticed by Professor Flitwick thanks to the general chaos of the classroom.

"Sorry," he murmured. "I got into a fight with Zabini. And now Zach's mad at me, even though I was only sticking up for him."

"What are you talking about? Why would he be angry?" asked Ron confusedly.

"Pfft. You tell me." snapped Harry. Then noticing Ron's hurt expression he continued. "Sorry - it's just I don't get him sometimes! I mean, Zabini was saying he was a slut and all this other crap. What was I supposed to do?"

Hermione looked at him sympathetically. "I suppose he just didn't want you getting into trouble and making a big fuss over him."

"Yeah, that's what I thought too." sighed Harry, running his fingers through his dark hair.

But when I asked him if he would stick up for me, he didn't even say anything."

Hermione and Ron were silent. Harry looked up just as he saw them exchange surreptitious glances.

"What is it?" he asked them.

"It's just- now don't be mad Harry. You can't shoot the messenger," said Hermione. "But, Ron and I overheard him talking to some of his friends. And well, he was saying he didn't want to be with you anymore. I didn't think I should say anything, but this was over two weeks ago and he still hasn't said anything to you about it obviously. We just think you deserve better."

"It's true Harry, he's a bit of a prat isn't he? I mean I suppose he has his moments, but he's so whiny and vain."

Harry stared at them in shock. Zach wanted to break up with him. He couldn't believe it. True, they'd only been going out for a couple of months, but he was Harry's first boyfriend and lover.

Harry immediately started trying to think of reasons why Zach would want to dump him, tuning out Ron and Hermione/s monotonous condolences.

He was a bit overprotective, yeah. And a bit jealous, but what boyfriend isn't? And they had a lot in common even though Zach didn't play Quidditch. He still loved the sport and occasionally commentated the matches though. Harry's thoughts turned to his looks. He remembered the occasional little comments from Zach about how heavy he was and how he was bigger even though Zach was taller. He glanced down at his gut and saw the bulge that was his stomach.

"I have to go." he said, interrupting Ron mid speech, and grabbing his bag he stood up. Hermione was hissing at him about cutting class and how much trouble he'd be in but he didn't care.'

Ignoring the stares of his class he strode up to Flitwick. "Professor, I'm sick. I have an awful headache, may I be excused?"

Flitwick stared up at him. "Certainly Mr Potter. I do hope you feel better soon."

"Thank you Sir." he walked out of the room, but instead of heading to the infirmary or his dorm, he headed straight to the library.

Browsing through the sections on Healing, he went to the weight section. The titles ranged from "Keeping Yourself Healthy" to "Getting Thin". Harry grabbed the latter and headed over to a table in the corner.

He opened the book and turned to the introduction.

This book is about keeping yourself healthy and fit! The wizarding world has been researching spells and potions for weight loss for many years, and are currently without success. Though this may be the case, through various research and testing, we have found a lot of fail-safe Muggle tips and tricks to help you along!

He sighed, obviously there was no magic spell to fix his problem. He left with the book anyway, figuring he would simply go on a diet and do a bit of exercise. He wasn't vain, he told himself. This would help him in Quidditch, along with improve his self-confidence. Plus, he was sick of feeling like a short fat loser next to Zach, who was tall and waif-like.

The bell rang as he was walking down the corridor, it was time for him to go to Potions. Could this day get any worse?

It was the day before leaving for the holidays, and Harry was miserable. His talk with Zach had gone absolutely awful, and they hadn't spoken since. He couldn't believe Zach was still ignoring him. Even after what Ron and Hermione had told him, he couldn't believe Zach had wanted to dump him.

Zach himself had denied the accusations, saying he wouldn't be so cowardly as to discuss that behind his back. That hadn't stopped him from dumping Harry right there and then.

Harry walked alongside Ron and Hermione as they headed back to Gryffindor tower.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hermione asked him, noticing his silence.

"I'm fine," he replied, unconvincingly.

"You've been moping around since you and Zach broke up, you're better off without him Harry." said Ron tactlessly.

"I have not been moping!" Harry said crankily. "I'm just... collecting myself. I'm already over him anyway. He was too stuck up."

"Exactly!" exclaimed Ron. "I knew you'd come round. Honestly, he was like a cheap imitation of Malfoy. All fussy and rude."

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "You always manage to compare the people you hate to Malfoy. What would you do if I dated him next?"

Ron pretended to swoon, as Hermione rolled her eyes. "You'd never!" he cried.

"Don't speak too soon!" replied Harry, laughing.

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Harry frowned down at the lousy meal Petunia had given him. It was a decent enough portion size of stew, but it looked about a week old.

He sighed, his stomach grumbling loudly. The Dursley's had gone out to dinner, leaving him to settle back in on his first night back. Or at least, that's what he pretended their reason for going out was, he knew they just wanted to get away from him as soon as possible.

He tried to look on the bright side. At least this isn't even appealing, I don't even want to eat it! If I'm given more meals like this I'll be thin in no time.

He snorted, thinking of what Malfoy would say if he could see 'fatso' now, dumping the stew into the compost bin.

He headed up into his room and flicked on the light. His stomach grumbled but he steadfastly ignored it, laying back on his bed and grabbing a book to read.

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"Hey, Potter!" a familiar voice called over the noise of the crowds in the market. The Dursleys had sent him to pick up some groceries, and to get him out of their hair he assumed.

He turned, seeing the familiar face of Anthony Goldstein, a fellow student at Hogwarts who was in Ravenclaw striding over to him.

"Anthony, hi," he said, smiling at the tall boy. Anthony was very cute, Harry couldnt help but notice as he gave the tan, toned boy a once-over. His dark hair falling into his eyes, he had an artistic bohemian look about him that was helped by his thin frame and the cigarette dangling between his fingers.

"Harry," he returned, grinning. "I had no idea you lived in Surrey,"

"I didn't know you were here either," Harry said, curious. "Do you work in the market?"

"Yeah, I'm just on smoko at the moment, I'm in that stall over there," He said, pointing at a small table that looked to hold various records and small canvases. "I'm just helping out my uncle for the summer, he's a muggle."

"That's pretty cool," said Harry, "Extra cash and all."

"Yeah it definitely is," agreed Anthony, "Wanna join me for a coffee before my breaks over?"

"Yeah that'd be great," smiled Harry, walking alongside him.

They made into a small cafe on the side of the road, Anthony offered him a cigarette as they sat outside waiting for their coffees.

"Oh I don't really smoke..." Said Harry, nodding at the cigarette in Anthonys outstretched hand.

"Oh," said Anthony, "Have you ever tried it? It's a great appetite supressant, I always smoke chronically if I'm trying to lose weight, plus it really relaxes you."

"Well It cant hurt to try," said Harry quickly, eyes lighting up at the mention of 'appetite suppressant'.

Anthony smiled and lit it in his own mouth before handing it to Harry. "Just inhale till you feel it hit the back of your throat,"

Harry did, feeling a burn hit the back of his throat and he let out a small cough, smiling sheepishly when Anthony grinned. Then he felt a small headrush seem to hit him and he instantly relaxed. "Wow, that does relax you," He said smiling.

Anthony grinned again,"Yup. They're brilliant when you're preparing for exams." he said with a laugh.

Harry laughed too, taking a sip from his coffee that had just arrived. He noticed Anthony had his black with no sugar and looked down guiltity at his own milky, sugary mochachino. He pushed it slightly away from him and took another drag of the cigarette.

They caught up for the next ten minutes laughing about the funny things that were always happening at Hogwarts before Anthony had to return from his break. Harry walked him to his stall. Anthony turned behind the counter as the relieve girl walked away to have her break, he pulled a few cigarettes from his packet and handed them to Harry. "Here," he said, "just for emergencies" laughing.

Harry smiled back and took them "Thanks, though I really shouldn't smoke..." he said sheepishly.

"Eh, who really cares," said Anthony, "We're all gonna die eventually anyway..."

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Harry made it back to Privet Dr with the groceries in tow, his arms aching from the heavy bags. He went and took a leak, and after he washed his hands he noticed the weighing scales Aunt Petunia had left in the bathroom since Dudley's dieting days. He gingerly stepped onto the scales, registering the numbers that appeared. He was 5'7 and he wasn't sure if what showed was normal for his height or to much.

Well obviously it was too much, he corrected himself. He wondered how much Anthony weighed with a sad frown. And then his thoughts turned to Zach, who he had been trying to keep from his mind for days… The bastard. Oh he was going to make Zach regret dumping him, that's for sure...

He headed downstairs after sending a quick letter off to Ron and Hermione, who were both at the burrow. He wasn't allowed to go until he'd been at the Dursley's for at least a month, thanks to the infuriating logic that belonged to Dumbedore.

Aunt Petunia was preparing dinner with pursed lips."'Whats for dinner?" He asked in an uncharacteristically snippy voice.

"Nothing for you if you use that tone with me again," snarled Aunt Petunia. Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at how easy it was to rile her up.

"I don't want dinner anyway," Harry snapped back, heading out the sliding door from the kitchen leaving a furious Petunia in his wake.

As soon as he was outside he made for the patio table and sat down, grateful that they had left the ashtray they always put out for Uncle Vernon's chain smoking boss on the glass table. He lit up one of the cigarettes Anthony had given him, and it distracted him from his grumbling stomach.

When Uncle Vernon came home that night, he was sent up to his room with no dinner as he'd assumed he would be, and he occupied himself with doing a hundred press ups to distract himself from the chronic hunger pains he couldn't shake off. He was shocked when he realized he hadn't had a proper meal in days, the last being a meager bowl of soup 4 days ago. He had effectively staved off eating with his crankiness and bad behavior for quite a while he noticed, feeling extremely pleased with himself. And his stomach even felt flatter for all his efforts, he thought with a smile.

He was bored though, and frustrated. Dumbledore had sent him a letter that evening informing him he was forbidden to see the Weasleys that summer due to some unknown threat he couldn't (or more likely wouldn't) disclose to harry.

He stood up heading over to his desk and stared at the slip of paper that Anthony Goldstein had stuffed in his hand on his way back to work.

03672555555

A cell phone number. Harry was itching to get out and hang out with real people, Even if they weren't Ron and Hermione. Dumbledore hadn't specified that he couldn't see anyone else from school, just those two... he thought to himself.

He knew he should'nt but if he didnt do something soon, the hero of the wizarding world was going to blow his brains out from boredom and then where would they all be?

He snuck quietly out into the hallway, hearing his aunt and uncle laugh loudly at something on the telly. Dudders was out with his thuggish friends, and wouldn't be home till god knows when.

He grabbed the cordless phone off its stand in the hallway and shuffled back to his room, contemplating what he was going to say to Anthony. The phone rang twice before Anthony's familiar voice picked up. "Hello?"

"Oh - Hey... it's Harry."

"Oh! Hi! How are you?"

"I'm good," said Harry, "Just bored really, how are you?"

"Great, I'm just about to meet some friends for food, then we're going to the city."

"Oh that sounds fun..." said Harry trying not to sound to jealous.

"Mmm, it'll be alright I suppose... It's just I'm going with one of my best friends and her new boyfriend. I hate feeling like a third wheel..."

"Oh yeah, I know how that feels..." said Harry, "Even though Ron and Hermione aren't officially dating yet they're pretty much like an old married couple."

Anthony laughed, "Hm, well then maybe you'd want to keep me company? I'm sure we could hustle someone out of their i.d. who looks like you. And then you could get into the clubs. But don't worry if we don't, you'd probably get in on my friend Michael's. He looks like you, pale, black hair, green eyes...short." He added cheekily, laughing.

"Hey I am not that short!" Harry protested, laughing too, "Just cause the rest of you are 6'2 giants and i'm of average height..."

"I'm pretty sure average height for a man isn't, what, 5'7?"

"Well, I'm still growing." Said Harry huffily, but smiling.

"Sure, sure." Anthony laughed, "Anyway, tell me where you live, we'll swing by and pick you up at 9?"

"Sure, it's number 4 Privet Dr, Little Whinging, Surrey. The house with the blue blinds. I'll wait outside at nine for you anyway."

"Sweet, it's a date." said Anthony cheekily, before hanging up.

Harry slowly let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. What was he going to wear? He suddenly realized he was going clubbing! Not playing exploding snap - Clubbing. Dudley's saggy hideous hand-me-downs were just not going to cut it unfortunately. But he didn't really have anything else. Although he did have those jeans that had belonged to Dudley when he was seven, they'd be tight fitting enough on him. He rummaged around his small wardrobe, finally coming across the jeans. They were a tiny bit short in the ankle, but they were nice and tight everywhere else. It was highly uncomfortable he realized, walking over to the mirror. But at least they looked like something Anthony would wear, he told himself. Moddish and hippyish and almost making him look like an innocent little boy with the ankles showing just that tiny bit. He grabbed one of Dudley's older plaid shirts out of the wardobe, it fitted him in a similar way, pulling tight across his chest. It looked cute though, he thought to himself. Even if he could feel love handles (that honestly didn't exist)...

He slipped on his trusty converse, worn so much the sides were ripped to shreds, considering what to do with his hair.

In the end there was really nothing to do to it but leave it alone. Messy as usual.

He removed his glasses, wishing he had contacts. He wondered if there was a magical alternative to glasses? He sighed, there was nothing he could do about them for now, he'd ask hermione when he saw her later.

All too soon it seemed 9 o'clock came around. He thought he'd better go wait outside for Anthony and his friends. He yelled that he was heading out to the dursleys in the living just as he heard a car pull up at the driveway. He practically sprinted out, slowing as he got to the car. He could hear uncle vernon cursing him from outside. He quicky opened the back door and slipped in next to the boy alreadly sitting down.

"Hey!" He said mainly to Anthony as he reversed.

"Hey yourself" Said Anthony grinning at him, "Was that your uncle screaming?"

Harry laughed weakly, "Um yeah, he's a bit strange."

"Right, well this is Michael and Orchid."

"Hey," said Harry again, smiling at the two.

"Hey" said Michael giving him a once over.

"Alright, Harry?" said Orchid, twisting round to look at him.

"Yeah, yourself?" He replied.

"I will be, once I get a bit fucked up, like." She said. She then turned on the radio, blasting some random techno trance music. "Oh my GOD I love this song!' She yelled, bobbing her head to the music.

'Do you like Crystal Castles?' She had to yell at Harry.

"Never heard of them," He replied as loud as he could, feeling his head start to pound.

Anthony seemed to be driving extremely fast, and Harry noticed his thumbs kept twitching jerkily on the steering wheel.

"So... where exactly are we going?" Harry yelled, his irritation with Orchid growing as she rolled down her window, barely able to hear himself think over the music let alone the roaring wind.

"Just to this brilliant little club, it's gonna be fucking epic. We're meeting a friend there, he's got my birthday present for me!" Yelled Anthony.

"What, when was your birthday?" Exclaimed Harry.

"Oh it was ages ago, he just never gave me his gift." laughed Anthony.

The music seemed to pump ever louder as they swiftly sped out of stodgy old Surrey. The streets and settings changed as they entered the big city, nightclubs lighting up the sides of each road, people drunkenly laughing and staggering about. Anthony took them to an underground parking area, and they all got out of the car, following as he led them to the elevator.

"So we're definitely going to the Beat?" asked Micheal.

"Yeah, just for a bit though, I'll get my shit off Jesse and we can go somewhere better."

"Sweeet. Is there gonna be enough for all of us?"

"Ohh yeah. Dont worry about that, my friend." replied Anthony, grinning cheekily. Harry was completely and utterly confused as to what they were going on about.

"Enough of what?" he asked.

"Just you wait and see. God I love how green he is, don't you two?" Anthony said, laughing and glancing at Michael and Orchid. Orchid sighed, "I remember the days when I was like that... So sweet and innocent. And then you two corrupted me!" She laughed.

"Hey, I'm not that innocent." said Harry frowning.

"Of course not, babe" said Anthony, making Harry blush uncomfortably and Anthony smirk.

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TBC - Does harry take what is offered? leave me a review.. I don't know if this is any good or not, its my first fic haha. And yeah... I know it's cheesy and OOC.