Sweatin' to the Voldies (HP), NC-17
Title: Sweatin' to the Voldies
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny (past)
Genre: Romance, Humor, Angst
Word Count: 24,500
Summary: The-Boy-Who-Lived has become The-Boy-Who-Ate, and his girlfriend just can't take it anymore. After Ginny leaves Harry for presumably slimmer pastures, Harry realizes that if he has any chance of getting her back, he's going to have to get fit quick. It's really just his bad luck that a certain pale, pointy bastard owns the only wizarding gym in the country.
Notes: I sincerely hope this works as well in reality as it does in my head. If it doesn't, I am so sorry. Perhaps I should just be sorry, period. Thanks to stitchesandlace for the awesome prompting! I hope this doesn't disappoint. And thanks as always to my lovely beta and to the mods of hd_career_fair. This was an awesome idea for a fest, and I'm so happy I got to participate. Also, please excuse any mistakes made with British weighing systems. I did my best, but I am just a lowly American who knows nothing of stone. I may have also taken some liberties with when Splenda was invented. Finally, the concept of muscle confusion is Tony Horton's and not mine or Draco's, but it seems like something Draco would think of because he's sexy. Since that's totally connected to intelligence. Totally. (Warnings: EWE, frottage, rimming, tiny bit of movie canon (flying origami notes)).
( Harry had certain expectations for how his life would be following the defeat of Voldemort. He expected that he would get the girl with fabulous red hair and a crooked smile. He expected he would embark on a lucrative, successful career with the Magical Law Enforcement Department as an Auror. He expected he would be happy and healthy, even if he was still saddled with being Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. )
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny (past)
Genre: Romance, Humor, Angst
Word Count: 24,500
Summary: The-Boy-Who-Lived has become The-Boy-Who-Ate, and his girlfriend just can't take it anymore. After Ginny leaves Harry for presumably slimmer pastures, Harry realizes that if he has any chance of getting her back, he's going to have to get fit quick. It's really just his bad luck that a certain pale, pointy bastard owns the only wizarding gym in the country.
Notes: I sincerely hope this works as well in reality as it does in my head. If it doesn't, I am so sorry. Perhaps I should just be sorry, period. Thanks to stitchesandlace for the awesome prompting! I hope this doesn't disappoint. And thanks as always to my lovely beta and to the mods of hd_career_fair. This was an awesome idea for a fest, and I'm so happy I got to participate. Also, please excuse any mistakes made with British weighing systems. I did my best, but I am just a lowly American who knows nothing of stone. I may have also taken some liberties with when Splenda was invented. Finally, the concept of muscle confusion is Tony Horton's and not mine or Draco's, but it seems like something Draco would think of because he's sexy. Since that's totally connected to intelligence. Totally. (Warnings: EWE, frottage, rimming, tiny bit of movie canon (flying origami notes)).
( Harry had certain expectations for how his life would be following the defeat of Voldemort. He expected that he would get the girl with fabulous red hair and a crooked smile. He expected he would embark on a lucrative, successful career with the Magical Law Enforcement Department as an Auror. He expected he would be happy and healthy, even if he was still saddled with being Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World. )