(FIC) Soft by Reddwarfer PG-13. HP/SS

Title: Soft.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Snape/Harry.
Warnings: Teh Pudge.
Summary: Harry nurses Snape back to health, and realises a fantasy.
Disclaimer: JKR owns the Potterverse.
For: mortifyd. I know you asked for Alan, but my RPS muse sucked arse. So, I give you pudge instead. Inspired by porkish_pixies challenge number one, if by inflation potion, you mean Harry's cooking.


Harry didn’t know when it all began, but he had guessed it started when he was charged with Snape's welfare. He was being hidden away until the last of the Death Eaters were rounded up and since he had to be scarce, he was the only one who was able to nurse Snape back to health and be able to protect him.

Since Snape was sleeping most of the day, and not really in any shape to walk, talk, or do much of anything, Harry had loads of boundless energy to spend which translated into boredom. He couldn't fly and playing chess or exploding snap by oneself loses it's charms quickly. All he had was a well-stocked kitchen and a cookbook. Given his meager choices, Harry decided to bake.

He baked cakes of all sizes. Chocolate cakes, funnel cakes, angel food cakes, devil's food cakes, bunt cakes, upside down pineapple cakes and cheese cakes. He made pies of all kinds. Apple pie, pies with every sort of berry, crème pies, mincemeat pies, fruit pies, lemon meringue pie, pumpkin pie, and even pecan pie. He also made biscuits. Chocolate ones, sugar ones, spiced ones, rolled ones, dipped ones, and even his own version of the ever popular Tim Tams. And he fed all his creations to Snape.

It was subtle at first. Snape just started to look healthier. He lost his sallow tinge and had a fullness in his face that Harry had never seen. His body filled out and Harry was no longer able to count Snape's ribs. Harry felt happy about that. At least Snape wasn't going to die of starvation on his watch.

Soon, Harry branched out into actual meals. Having subsisted on toasted cheese sandwiches and bangers for weeks, he decided to actually make food instead of just his normal baked goods. His first project was stuffed shells topped with cheese and sauce, garlic bread and creamed spinach. It was delicious. Next he tried making lasagna and honeyed carrots and beans. The third night he was really brave and roasted an entire turkey with stuffing, mashed potatoes, candied yams, suckling pig and broccoli with cheese sauce. Snape never once complained about meals.

It was a few months along when Harry noticed it. He was peeling back the blankets so he could wash Snape. He ran his sponge down Snape's belly and realised that Snape not only had a belly now, but several rolls. Harry immediately hardened. His eyes shot up and he found Snape staring at him, as if daring Harry to make fun of his appearance. Harry flushed in embarrassment and forced himself to finish washing Snape before he ran to the bathroom to wank.

It seemed that as each pound appeared on Snape's ample frame, Harry spent longer and longer amounts of time with his favourite bottle of hand cream. Harry took to giving Snape sponge baths after every meal instead of twice a week. He barely gave a passing thought to whether Snape noticed his odd shift in behaviour or that Harry gave him looks that would make a nun blush. Harry began to taper off on the worst foods after one sponge bathing session when Harry looked all over Snape's plush body and declared it perfect. He liked Snape chubby, but he didn't want Snape to resemble Dudley after all. It was that same afternoon that Harry reached up, with a bravery that he never needed even in his confrontations with Voldemort, and kissed Snape fully on the lips.

Snogging quickly became a part of the sponge bathing ritual as well as falling, panting, on the bed beside Snape. It was all so wonderful in Harry's opinion. Cooking for Snape, bathing Snape, making love to Snape, it was just so perfect. Until the day Snape asked that Harry help to the mirror. Harry froze. He couldn't refuse such a simple request, but he was petrified that Snape would want to lose all those precious pounds he added to Snape's frame.

Snape's face was inscrutable as he studied himself in the mirror. "How many stone did I put on?"

Harry shrugged and wrapped his arms around Snape's body, "Just the right amount."

Snape glared, but didn't move away. "I'm hideously fat."

Harry chuckled. "Nah, it's just a little pudge. I like it. I like how you look. I actually love it." Harry pressed firmly against Snape to prove just how much he did approve of Snape's new body shape.

Snape raised his eyebrow, "But so much?"

Harry leaned forward and whispered in Snape's ear, "Well, let's just say that I wanted you to be in proportion with your most prominent feature…and I'm not talking about your nose."

Snape turned and looked at Harry before dragging him back to the well-used bed.