Disclaimer: All characters are 18+, as I prefer to write Hogwarts as starting at age 13 (magic number). I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Harry and Hermione would've gotten together, and Ron would remained alone as he should be.

In the Gryffindor common room, 5th year Harry Potter subtly peeked out of the corner of his eye, drinking in as much of his best friend's perfect body as he could before looking away. It would be disastrous if she caught him staring, he knew she was self conscious of her appearance, but he just couldn't help but gawk at the body right next to him. While he could understand that she didn't have the highest appreciation for her body, to Harry, she was divine. Her brown, bushy hair, reminiscent of a lion's mane rested lazily on her shoulders, bouncing wildly with every move she made, as if it was an extension of herself.

Gazing down a bit, he almost lost himself in her chocolate colored eyes, which glowed with unparalleled warmth and kindness, something that Harry could stare at all day if he could. Cracking a smile, Harry's heart did a flip as he saw her slightly oversized front teeth, one of the many unique features of his crush.

Curled up in a chair, Hermione Granger turned the page of the book she was reading before reaching over and grabbing a handful of chocolate frogs from the small table next to her. In a near instant they disappeared, joining the hundreds, if not thousands of others over the years, their devourer tugging her shirt back down in an effort to cover her stomach back up, although much to Harry's joy, Hermione was unaware it didn't succeed completely, a sliver of slightly tanned blubber still peeking out.

Yup, Hermione Granger was without a doubt very, VERY fat, and despite the scorn of Hogwarts and Magical Britain, Harry loved her and every inch of her body. Some days Harry was torn between punching or thanking the youngest Weasley boy who cast the spell and or curse on her. Punching him because he made Hermione's time at Hogwarts even worse than needed, all over the fact she helped him in class, or thanking him because Hermione was a goddess in his eyes. God, emotions were bloody confusing.

Peeking over again, he gazed at the body that was the subject of many naughty dreams for him and only him, as he was near certain he was the only student in Hogwarts that appreciated her body. Many days he cursed the Hogwarts robes, as while they usually hid the students bodies, they did very little to cover Hermione's, and in fact the largest hugged her like a second skin. Thankfully, it was after classes, and Harry was forever grateful of the fact she never wore her robes otherwise, and was instead garbed in a simple shirt, skirt and other accessories.

Starting from the bottom, Harry marveled at her thick, tanned thighs, each one wider than his waist at their widest, with silky soft skin peeking out between her red stockings that reached just past her chunky knees and skirt, which despite its size and efforts, failed to completely cover most of her massive upper thighs, hip and a teasing hint of her bum. Good God that bum drove him nuts, especially when she sat down, easily taking up two seats at the table. Not to mention when she walked, he could happily watch it all day, fantasizing about her shelf like posterior.

Moving upward, he looked at her large love handles, which from his guess, he wouldn't be able to grab the whole thing with his hand. Gazing to her front, he shamelessly fantasized about his favorite part of her body, which was the gargantuan slab of blubber that was her belly. While standing, it hung as a single slab halfway down her thighs, but since she was now sitting, it bunched up into two large rolls, pushing her large bosom up into her face a bit, each breast just a tad smaller than her own head, forcing her shirt to stretch ever so slightly against her body.

Harry knew he was amongst the smallest students in their year, but if he had to guess, Hermione was three or four times larger than he was, almost or at 500 pounds.

Taking a deep breath, Harry was just about to open his mouth when she beat him to it.

"Harry, do you have any plans for Valentine's Day?" Hermione asked, placing a bookmark within her book before focusing her attention on her best friend, folding and resting her hands on her plush belly patiently, the soft adipose forming a cradle of sorts as they sunk into her own fat.

"No I don't, why?" Harry said, acting casually as his heart was beating just a bit faster as he had an idea of where this was going.

"Well, I was just curious if you'd like to go out with me?" Hermione casually asked, popping another chocolate frog in her mouth, propping her head up with that arm and posing somewhat seductively, her large bingo wing pressing against the arm of the chair.

"Like a date?" Harry nervously confirmed, unsure of whether or not this was real.

"Yeah, a date." Hermione confirmed, somewhat confused as Harry was normally much sharper than this, before it eventually hit her, her face erupting into a blush.

"YES!" Harry nearly shouted, before he slammed his hands over his mouth, not trusting himself to speak normally, and instead opted to nod.

"Brilliant. I'll worry about everything, just be your best when we go out." Hermione grinned before getting up, grunting as she did so. Lumbering over to Harry, she leaned down and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips, noting that they tasted of chocolate, her impossibly soft bosom and belly squishing up against him, engulfing his lithe form, her stomach vibrating against him as it gurgled and digested its contents. To Harry's disappointment, it was already over, with Hermione already making her way back to the dorms. Watching her go, Harry watched her jiggling bum with rapt attention, her wide hips having a slight sway to her steps. Stopping at the foot of the stairs, Hermione turned and flashed him a sultry grin, batting her eyes at him before blowing him a kiss before making her way back up, bending forward slightly and exposing a bit more of her bum to Harry.

Yeah, his years of bad luck were finally turning around. He was definitely going to get her some more chocolate frogs.

AN: Just a very quick Harmony one shot for Valentine's Day I wrote in about 24 hours. This will likely be sporadically updated/continued, focusing on Harry and Hermione as they date, along with a few other side pairings as well. For the people reading this, if you have someone you have a crush on, are currently dating or even married to, let them know you appreciate and or love them, regardless of how they look. Whether they're dangerously thin or are mistaken for a hippo at times. Whether they're one of the most beautiful people on the planet or someone who has to wear a bag on their head.

Let them know you'll be there and that you truly care for them.