Corpulent

Going to the Yule ball, Harry comes across a secret of Fleur's. He convinces her to be herself and she does so.

Fatty: Fleur

This is the twentieth one-shot of a series of one-shots where I will write one Harry Potter weight gain one-shot for every day of the month of October.

The prompt list itself is right here, credit to fffandever on Furaffinity: https/view/58049281/

So here is the twentieth day's one shot, with the prompt, "Corpulent".

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An Extravagant Dance

December 25th, 1994

9:45 PM

Beauxbatons Chariot

It was a little known fact that a Veela's allure can be unseeable by certain individuals. These individuals are often sought after to be mates by Veela, or avoided by the more corrupt variety who wish to use their looks for wealth. Most Veela do not look like the beautiful women that most people see them as, their magic will make it seem that they are beautiful in all levels: smell, sight, weight, etc. Fleur Delacour sighed as she did her hair, out of all the boys in this school who could see past her allure, why did it have to be Harry Potter?

She looked at herself in the mirror, Fleur delacour was fat. The Veela of most of her school's boys' wet dreams weighed approximately four hundred-and-fifty pounds. She had a massive silk-smooth belly the size of one of Hagrid's pumpkins, below it was an ass and hips that were about wide enough to get stuck in a doorway, above it were a sizable pair of J-Cup breasts, and all her other features from her face to her upper arms were fattened up too. In spite of this, however, she was asked out by Harry Potter to go to the Yule Ball after her former date got into some form of accident or another, she didn't really care. But the boy then had to ask her a question about if she needed help getting up the stairwell!… I mean, it did help, but it was strange to the public eye!

"Some people, I just do not know what goes through their heads." Fleur said as she brushed her hair.

There was an age difference between them, 14 and 17 sure but it wasn't that large in the wizarding world where people can live for a century. She got up once she finished and walked out into a carriage that would take her and any other students to hogwarts. Blaming the carriage's creaking on the age, it moved off pulling her and three of her female classmates up the hill to the school. When she arrived she was led into a room to the side where waited for her date, the boy showed up punctually with some hand-me-down dress robes.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked, holding his hand out.

"I am ready as I ever will be I suppose… but mention what I look like to anyone, and I will kill you." Fleur said, thinking this was some kind of big joke.

"It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried." Harry said, someone entered him into this charade for a reason.

"Ughh… look, I get it. I called you a cheater and you know I am like a pig, so PLEASE… if this is some elaborate revenge scheme, just, tell me now so we can end it off." Fleur said with exhaustion in her voice, she was tired of this.

"A scheme? Why would me asking out such a beautiful woman be a scheme?" Harry asked, confused.

"B-Beautiful!? You can see me! The real me! There is no need for you to tell such lies to make me feel better!…" Fleur said, years of pent up childhood mockery boiling to the surface.

Fleur's struggles were then melted away by Harry hugging her. He squeezed her love handles and smiled as he felt her up. Fleur blushed pink as she felt this happening to her, her inhibitions loosening up as he kneaded her belly. Harry's hand caressed her every curve and love handle, putting the Quarter-Veela into a state of shock at someone touching her like this. Harry smiled at the French witch and pulled away, still rubbing her belly. Fleur was left a blushing and breathing mess as she sat down on a chair.
"You're beautiful just the way you are Fleur, even if others can't see it… Feel free to be yourself tonight." Harry said as he held out his hand to her.
Fleur, with a tear welling up in her eyes, took Harry's hand as she pulled him in for a kiss. The Veela glowed a few seconds before stopping, to Harry's eyes nothing has changed about her. True love's kiss was enough to undo the Veela's allure.

"Lets." Fleur said as she led Harry to the ballroom.

The Great Hall was remodeled for the Yule Ball, the ceiling was set to snow and was adorned with snowflakes and banners with the emblems of the three schools. Under the ceiling was a christmas tree pulled in by Hagrid that nearly touched the roof, it was adorned with ornaments the size of beach balls and tinsel that was the size of muggle anacondas wrapping around the snow capped tree. There were tons of presents underneath the colossal coniferous christmas tree for each of the students in the school for the christmas break and surrounding those were numerous other pieces of decorum such as nutcrackers, wreaths, and snowmen littered about. The floor was cleared of the four massive tables to serve as a dance floor, smaller tables were strewn throughout the ends of the room for when the dating couples will order their dinners after the dance proper. Which will be led by the Triwizard Champions and their dates, speaking of whom McGonagall was waiting for the last pair to arrive. Viktor Krum was with his date, Hermione Granger, while Cedric Diggory was with his longtime girlfriend Cho Chang.

"Has anyone seen Mister Potter and Miss Delacour?" McGonagall asked.
"Harry said something about giving his date encouragement." Hermione said, not so subtly looking at Viktor's muscles.

The sound of footsteps were heard and the four looked over at the two who arrived, everyone's jaws dropped at what they were witnessing. Harry had walked over wearing a set of dress robes Molly bought for him over the summer break, the black and white set of robes had resembled something out of a puritanical court system, but what stunned them all was his date. It hadn't surprised them that Fleur had paired up with Harry Potter for the date, it saved time that way and Harry was rather popular overseas. However, what shocked them was the fact that the Veela bombshell of Beauxbatons who was famous for her sirenesque beauty, was now closer to a selkie or rather, a beached whale.
Fleur looked to weigh approximately 500 lbs and was well distributed in her weight, with an hourglass figure, but don't let that description fool you since she was obese. She had large breasts the size of watermelons that were exposed in her dress' copious amount of cleavage that was shown, pulling the eyes of every man other than Harry into its crack like a black hole. Her rounded face had three chins dolled up in makeup that made her look like a French noblewoman who wanted to eat cake, her arms lack sleeves and shoulder straps, showing off the supple adipose forming on her biceps like a pair of muggle water wings. Her curves led down the sides of her dress, showing off her love handles and hips that were wide enough to take up three chairs at any given table within Hogwarts. Her dress, which would drag along the floor on a normal sized woman, rode up to the length of her knees almost like a Church dress hoisted up by the sheer adipose smothered inside of her meaty legs and hips. Her large belly, split down the middle by a crease in the dress, pressed up against the front of the dress stuck out a good two feet in front of the Quarter-Veela whose breathing caused the tenebrous orb to move up and down. Behind her bench-wide hips, Fleur's buttocks stuck out a good two-and-a-half feet behind her and wobbled up and down with every shifting of her massive weight as she stood in place.
"Bonjour everyone, shall we lead the dance?" Fleur asked, in spite of looking incapable of dancing.

"Yes… but it might be wise to let Cedric and Viktor go ahead of you…" McGonagall said, taking all of this in.

Harry smiled at Fleur as they looked at eachother, eventually they let out and went to join the other dancers in the opening dance. Fleur could feel the stares of everyone within the hall at this very moment; strangers from Hogwarts and Durmstrang, friends, enemies, and even acquaintances from Beauxbatons staring in a mixture of shock, disgust, and revulsion. How could this be the dream date of every male student in all three schools? Yet as she and Harry danced as gracefully as Fleur was able, she never felt more beautiful as the look of absolute admiration and luster from Harry's emerald eyes.
Soon enough the dance was underway for the rest of the students and staff, Harry and Fleur smiled as they retreated to a table with four chairs. Harry pulled out three of the chairs and set them up for her, kissing his hand, Fleur sat down on the chairs and perused a menu. Harry sat next to her and held her gloved hand as she looked, a look on his face telling her to be herself. She then decided to order the largest dish on the menu for herself, which was a three course meal. Students watched in a cacophony of emotions as she cleared through a cornish game hen with brussel sprouts and mushy peas, a heaping helping of goulash with toasted bread slathered in butter and garlic, and finally an array of french desserts from eclairs, flan, pears creme Helene, crème brûlée and all the croquembouche that Fleur could put into her mouth.

After she lost the will to eat more, she looked at Harry with dazed eyes. The boy who lived smiled and fed her more of the macaroons left on her plate… Oh how did the universe set her up with someone so good?...

Fleur Delacour was corpulent, and the world would know it…