Thanks to: NyghtMistress, Juliana Black and Villain. Sorry this part's been so long in coming. Two words - Writer's Block. Nasty, evil thing!
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Harry woke with a start as his husband emitted a dreadful shriek.
"What's the matter, love?" he murmured sleepily.
"Harry," said Draco, in a voice laden with doom. "My leather trousers won't do up!"
"Oh, is that all?" yawned Harry, turning over and trying to go back to sleep, to no avail. Draco grabbed him and shook him.
"Is that all? Harry, are you completely mad? This means that I have put on weight!" Draco jumped off the bed and ran to the mirror, where he began poking his stomach. "This is a tragedy! I never put on weight! Look at me, I'm getting podgy!"
"Draco, everyone puts on a little weight over Christmas, it's natural. And you're not podgy!"
"You're not even looking!" whined Draco. "Look. Look at me!" Harry groaned and raised himself up on his elbows.
"You look great to me, Draco."
"Don't be silly, look, I'm getting a belly! This means I have to go shopping and replace my entire wardrobe!"
"You could always ex..." Harry broke off as Draco clamped his hand over Harry's mouth.
"Don't say that word! That's a naughty word!"
"But what's the point of having a gym membership if you never go?" Draco shot him an evil look.
"I'm Draco Potter. Exercising is against my religion!"
"What religion is that? Sexy, lazy bastards?"
"Yep."
"Well, I'm going to drag Sirius down the gym later and I'll need some help getting him out the door. While you're there with us you could always spend a couple of minutes on the treadmill."
"I'll help you drag Sirius down there. But I'm not going to do anything, I'll just sit there and laugh at you two."
"Why are you putting shorts on then?"
*
"Remus, I'm not in," ordered Sirius, jumping up and running into the kitchen as he heard the doorbell ring. Remus grinned and went to answer the door.
"He's in the kitchen, hiding in the cupboard under the stairs," Remus told Draco and Harry. Harry grinned his thanks at Remus and went to ambush his godfather.
"Remus, you told!" whined Sirius, as Harry dragged him out.
"Sirius, stop being a baby. Honestly, you're worse than Draco!"
"'m not," muttered Sirius, picking up his gym bag.
"You are. Seriously, what's so terrible about a little bit of exercise?"
"There's that word again," muttered Draco. "Harry, Sexy Lazy Bastards just don't exercise!"
"They do if they want to fit into their leather trousers again," said Harry. Draco narrowed his eyes and followed Harry out.
*
An hour later, they arrived at the gym. The reason they'd taken so long was that Sirius kept trying to escape, and they had to hunt for him.
"Now stop being silly," ordered Harry. "Honestly, I feel like the only grown-up here sometimes." He paid for the gym and slipped his arm through Sirius', squeezing hard to prevent him escaping again.
A mere fifteen minutes later, Harry was striding easily along on the treadmill, while Sirius next to him was a broken, wheezing wreck and Draco fell off his treadmill and crumpled up on the floor.
"That's... evil!" gasped Sirius, taking a gulp from his bottle of water.
"I think my legs have seized up!" moaned Draco.
"That just shows how unfit you are," said Harry, slowing down on the treadmill before coming to a stop and moving to the step machine.
"Yeah, well, we're not all famous, superfit Quidditch stars, are we?" retorted Draco.
"No, but you could be superfit if you stopped lying on the floor and complaining and started motivating yourself to work out," replied Harry.
"He's going to end up killing us, isn't he?" gasped Sirius, using Draco as a lever to help him up.
"Yes, Sirius. Yes, he is."
*
"See? That wasn't too bad!" said Harry brightly, when they left an hour later.
"I'd prefer just buying myself slightly larger clothes!" moaned Draco.
"Lazy bugger!"
"No, we just don't see the point in killing ourselves just to look good," retorted Sirius. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready to go and meet Laurie."
"Oh, yes, we're having dinner with you and Laurie aren't we?" said Draco, grinning.
"Yes, you are, and please be nice!" pleaded Sirius.
"I still can't believe you're going out with a 22 year old! And it's lasted longer than a month, that must be some sort of record!" exclaimed Draco.
"You're not going to go on about his age again, are you?" moaned Sirius.
"Sirius, we are going to be going on about it for the rest of our lives, mate," grinned Harry. Sirius groaned as he prepared himself for the verbal barrage.
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Harry woke with a start as his husband emitted a dreadful shriek.
"What's the matter, love?" he murmured sleepily.
"Harry," said Draco, in a voice laden with doom. "My leather trousers won't do up!"
"Oh, is that all?" yawned Harry, turning over and trying to go back to sleep, to no avail. Draco grabbed him and shook him.
"Is that all? Harry, are you completely mad? This means that I have put on weight!" Draco jumped off the bed and ran to the mirror, where he began poking his stomach. "This is a tragedy! I never put on weight! Look at me, I'm getting podgy!"
"Draco, everyone puts on a little weight over Christmas, it's natural. And you're not podgy!"
"You're not even looking!" whined Draco. "Look. Look at me!" Harry groaned and raised himself up on his elbows.
"You look great to me, Draco."
"Don't be silly, look, I'm getting a belly! This means I have to go shopping and replace my entire wardrobe!"
"You could always ex..." Harry broke off as Draco clamped his hand over Harry's mouth.
"Don't say that word! That's a naughty word!"
"But what's the point of having a gym membership if you never go?" Draco shot him an evil look.
"I'm Draco Potter. Exercising is against my religion!"
"What religion is that? Sexy, lazy bastards?"
"Yep."
"Well, I'm going to drag Sirius down the gym later and I'll need some help getting him out the door. While you're there with us you could always spend a couple of minutes on the treadmill."
"I'll help you drag Sirius down there. But I'm not going to do anything, I'll just sit there and laugh at you two."
"Why are you putting shorts on then?"
*
"Remus, I'm not in," ordered Sirius, jumping up and running into the kitchen as he heard the doorbell ring. Remus grinned and went to answer the door.
"He's in the kitchen, hiding in the cupboard under the stairs," Remus told Draco and Harry. Harry grinned his thanks at Remus and went to ambush his godfather.
"Remus, you told!" whined Sirius, as Harry dragged him out.
"Sirius, stop being a baby. Honestly, you're worse than Draco!"
"'m not," muttered Sirius, picking up his gym bag.
"You are. Seriously, what's so terrible about a little bit of exercise?"
"There's that word again," muttered Draco. "Harry, Sexy Lazy Bastards just don't exercise!"
"They do if they want to fit into their leather trousers again," said Harry. Draco narrowed his eyes and followed Harry out.
*
An hour later, they arrived at the gym. The reason they'd taken so long was that Sirius kept trying to escape, and they had to hunt for him.
"Now stop being silly," ordered Harry. "Honestly, I feel like the only grown-up here sometimes." He paid for the gym and slipped his arm through Sirius', squeezing hard to prevent him escaping again.
A mere fifteen minutes later, Harry was striding easily along on the treadmill, while Sirius next to him was a broken, wheezing wreck and Draco fell off his treadmill and crumpled up on the floor.
"That's... evil!" gasped Sirius, taking a gulp from his bottle of water.
"I think my legs have seized up!" moaned Draco.
"That just shows how unfit you are," said Harry, slowing down on the treadmill before coming to a stop and moving to the step machine.
"Yeah, well, we're not all famous, superfit Quidditch stars, are we?" retorted Draco.
"No, but you could be superfit if you stopped lying on the floor and complaining and started motivating yourself to work out," replied Harry.
"He's going to end up killing us, isn't he?" gasped Sirius, using Draco as a lever to help him up.
"Yes, Sirius. Yes, he is."
*
"See? That wasn't too bad!" said Harry brightly, when they left an hour later.
"I'd prefer just buying myself slightly larger clothes!" moaned Draco.
"Lazy bugger!"
"No, we just don't see the point in killing ourselves just to look good," retorted Sirius. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready to go and meet Laurie."
"Oh, yes, we're having dinner with you and Laurie aren't we?" said Draco, grinning.
"Yes, you are, and please be nice!" pleaded Sirius.
"I still can't believe you're going out with a 22 year old! And it's lasted longer than a month, that must be some sort of record!" exclaimed Draco.
"You're not going to go on about his age again, are you?" moaned Sirius.
"Sirius, we are going to be going on about it for the rest of our lives, mate," grinned Harry. Sirius groaned as he prepared himself for the verbal barrage.
