Title: Engorgio Part 4
Author: Constant Vigilance
Status: WIP
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Website: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up to age of consent.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is God.
Summary: Vince casts an enlargement spell…on the wrong person.
Notes: This came from a Spam Challenge on After Class @ yahoo. WittchWay had just about enough of Enlarge Your Penis! Spammers and suggested we use their nefariousness against them. I changed the pairing but the idea remains hers.

 

 

Draco really did have every intention of visiting with Madam Pomfrey. Unfortunately, word spread quicker than he had expected. By the time he had made it to the first floor he had been eyed, propositioned, even groped by students he’d not even spoken to before. The general air about the gropers was that, with the increase in Draco's cock size came a decided decrease in Draco’s brainpower.

 

The students he came across acted as though his body was now a public attraction. Hufflepuffs who ran terrified from his glares now merely giggled and stared. Ravenclaws who had purposefully, if not respectfully, kept their distance now ogled him as though he were a muggle science experiment. Gryffindors, who avoided the Slytherin like the plague, were the worst. They were the gropers. They and the other Slytherins.

 

He couldn’t stand being stared at one more second. Even by a trained mediwitch. He stalked out of sight and then bolted. He wasn’t even aware of where he ran until he noted feathers. Finally paying attention to his surroundings, he noted that he’d made for the owlery. The owls blinked huge eyes at him, but only in professional interest. When it became clear that this human had no message to send, the majority of the owls went back to sleep.

 

Sighing in relief, Draco slid to the ground near one of the writing tables. “What the hell am I going to do now?” he whispered, resting his head against the cool rock of the tower wall. He realized that, even if he could get someone who wouldn’t ogle or grope him to talk to him, that he was stuck this way for at least six months. At the very least, he was going to have to find some way to hide his new attribute.

 

Spells? No. The addition of more spells to the already magically enhanced area was bound to encourage something else to go wrong. Bigger clothes? A possibility. At least larger clothes in addition to the baggy school robe would distract from most of the ogling. He hoped. But where the hell was he to get bigger clothing? It wasn’t like he could just wander down to Hogsmeade and drop a few galleons. For fuck’s sake! He couldn’t even button his trousers!

 

He could owl his mother. She could get him clothing. But then she’d refuse to purchase him anything that wasn’t immaculately tailored. And again, he would have to go through the staring and the gaping. So he had to get larger clothing from a closer source. But where? Vince and Greg were the logical solutions. But Vince was terrified of him right now and Greg was already guilty of gawking at him.

 

So who? Who had large enough clothes that would feel compelled to assist him?

 

Like lightning, which he noted later was rather pun-like, the idea struck him. Potter. Potter was always dressed in bizarre meal sack clothing. Clothes which were obviously half a dozen sizes too large. And Potter was a Gryffindor. No. Strike that. Potter was the Gryffindor. Other lions might grab his arse or stare at his crotch. Potter would politely avert his eyes, blushing like a fire, and hand him over the clothes. It was perfect.

 

He stood and leaned over the writing table to pull a piece of parchment and quill and ink closer. Now. How to ask him?

 

Potter,

 

I have a problem. I need your assistance. This is not a joke. Please bring a set of your hideous clothes to the owlery as soon as possible. It is of the utmost importance. Come quickly and come alone. I reiterate that this is not a prank and you will not be harmed in any fashion.

 

Malfoy

 

PS Don’t bring anything in red. I hate red.

 

PPS Or yellow. I look sallow in yellow.

 

He woke one of the school owls up and tied the message to his leg. “Take this to Harry Potter.” The owl hooted once and took flight. Draco watched it soar over the tower and down into the courtyard before it flew out of sight. With a sigh, he sank back down into his previous position and prepared to wait.

 

It didn’t take more than 30 minutes before he heard a clambering up the stairs. He laid his hand on his wand and waited. He’d not put up with another groping this night. He nearly laughed in relief when Potter came stumbling into the room, stuffing some parchment into his robe pocket. Harry glanced around the room before letting his eyes fall on Draco.

 

He smiled. “I made it,” he announced unnecessarily.

 

Draco wanted to snap at him but realized that verbally abusing your purported rescuer was probably not the best course of action. So he simply nodded and gritted his teeth. “Thank you for coming so quickly,” he forced out. “And for coming alone.”

 

“ I heard what Crabbe did,” Harry said as he set down the bag containing the extra clothes. “I’m sorry.”

 

Draco snorted. “Why would you be sorry? I’m hung like a horse,” he groused, directing his gaze to the floor. “Why would anyone be sorry?” he added absently.

 

Harry plopped down beside him. Draco started, wondering what the Golden Boy was up to. “So,” Harry asked conversationally, “are you gay or straight?” Draco just gaped, unsure if he’d heard Harry correctly. “Cause, no matter how much they say they want it, most girls can’t handle as big as the rumor says you are. You’d be better off if you were gay. There’s really no ceiling to what a man can take.”

 

Draco choked on a sound. A sob? A laugh?

 

“So,” Harry made eye contact. “Are you gay or straight. The rumor mill says you’re gay, but I know what it’s like to have the rumor mill on you and generally take anything going through it with a grain of salt.”

 

Draco found his voice. “What the hell do you care?” he snapped.

 

Harry shrugged. “Just curious.”

 

“Well don’t be!” Draco crossed his arms protectively across his chest.

 

Harry shrugged again. “Okay. So, I’m assuming you wanted me to bring my clothes because yours don’t fit anymore?” Draco nodded in embarrassment. “I’ll certainly let you have these if you want, but I’m pretty sure you’ll hate them. They’re muggle and they look like shite,” Harry grinned. “But I do know a charm that will fit your clothes to you. Like in the robe shop.”

 

“How do you know something like that? And why haven’t you done it for yourself, then?” Draco asked warily.

 

Harry’s eyes became shadowed. “My muggle relatives wouldn’t appreciate me having something new, or even something that fit correctly,” he said flatly. “Mrs. Weasley taught me,” he perked up, obviously changing the direction of the conversation.

 

Draco began a sneer but let it melt off of his face when Harry glared at him. “That’d be great,” he said instead, hoping that it was apology enough.

 

Apparently, it was. “You want me to fit what you’re wearing now?” Draco nodded.

 

“Texturae vestitus,” Harry intoned with a complicated wave of his wand. Draco felt a familiar tingle as the spell inhabited the weave. He felt invisible fingers plucking at his trousers, moving the material into a new, more comfortable position. And then the tingle faded away. He reached under his robes and, to his relief, was able to close up his trousers for the first time since Vince’s spell had warped his body.

 

He sighed and Harry grinned. “If you like, I can come over sometime and do the rest of your wardrobe.”

 

Draco frowned. “Why are you being so nice to me?” he demanded.

 

Harry shrugged. “We have something in common. I rather imagine that your cock and my scar have something in common now. People want us for them.”

 

A bit uncomfortable at the notion of having something in common with Harry Potter, not to mention hearing the word ‘cock’ on Harry Potter’s lips, caused Draco to fall back onto his acerbic sarcasm. “And you?” he sneered. “Do you suddenly want me for my cock?”

 

To Draco's surprise, Harry grinned. “I wouldn’t mind. I sort of have a thing for big cocks.”

 

Draco blinked rapidly and then raised an eyebrow to detract from his flustered action. “You’ve one of your own?”

 

Harry sighed and shook his head. “No, I’m about as normal as you can get in that aspect. But that’s okay. I like bottoming anyway,” he waggled his own eyebrows in Draco's direction.

 

Draco choked again. “So you like to be…” he lost his voice at Harry’s dreamy look.

 

“Fucked by men with big cocks?” Harry grinned. “Hell yeah.”

 

“And-“ Draco's voice had developed an annoying squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again. “And have you before?”

 

Harry sighed longingly. “Oh, yeah.”

 

“How many guys have you been with?” Draco's curiosity got the better of him.

 

“Just two.”

 

“Who?”

 

Harry sent a furtive look about the owlery. “Neither one goes to school here right now,” he hedged. Draco just looked at him. Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine. Kingsley Shacklebolt for one.”

 

Draco looked astounded. “The Auror?”

 

“Yeah,” Harry blushed slightly. “He was part of the Order. I spent a couple of days out in the field with him this past summer.” He grinned. “We got bored.”

 

“He was your first?” Draco cursed his curiosity.

 

“No,” Harry shook his head. “He wasn’t even the biggest.”

 

“How big?”

 

“Nine and a half long,” Harry screwed up his forehead, trying to estimate in his head. “About five inches round.”

 

Draco snorted. Harry looked first surprised…then interested. “So who was your biggest?” Draco quickly spoke, trying to direct Harry’s attention away.

 

“Percy Weasley,” Harry smirked.

 

Draco was dumbfounded. “A Weasley?” he nearly shrieked.

 

“Oh, not just any Weasley,” Harry sighed. “The Weasley.”

 

“How big?” Draco demanded.

 

“Eleven long and six round,” Harry had a faraway look in his eye.

 

Draco snorted again.

 

Harry frowned. “And you can beat that?”

 

Draco smirked evilly. “Well, I can match it already and I haven’t even gotten this monster hard yet.”

 

Harry’s eyes seemed to glaze over. “Really?”

 

“Really.”

 

“Oh, wow,” Harry said wistfully. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment. “How can you have had it all evening and not tried to get it hard?”

 

Draco rolled his eyes. “I’ve spent most of it running away from half of Slytherin and my head of house.”

 

Harry looked shocked. “Snape?”

 

Draco nodded. “Came after me like I’d rolled in catnip.”

 

“Ewww!” Harry scrunched up his nose.

 

“No shit!”

 

“Why didn’t you take up Blaise? I’m sure he offered. And I know he’s gay,” Harry added.

 

“I can’t stand Blaise,” Draco looked disgusted. “He’s such a fucking fairy.

Harry grinned. “So are we.”

 

Draco shook his head. “No. We are gay. He is a fairy. He wears pink muggle bicycle shorts to prance around the dorm in. He wears lip-gloss. And the scourgify foraminis spell he uses smells like lilacs.” Harry looked near to bursting with laughter. The corner of Draco's mouth twitched. “I’m serious. It smells like he shoved a whole lilac bush up his arse. And he trims his arse hairs on his bed with the curtains open!” Draco waved his arm in a final swoop. “He’s a Slutty Fairy!”

 

Harry snorted with laughter and leaned back against the wall, tears coming to his eyes, his arms clutching his sore stomach. “Well,” he gasped. “I guess I know what not to do to get into your pants. No pink, no makeup, trim my arse hairs in the bathroom and definitely no flower enemas.”

 

Draco was silent for a long while. Eventually, Harry stopped snickering and looked warily at him. “Draco? Are you okay?”

 

Draco cocked his head and eyed Harry’s flushed face. “Do you want to get into my pants?” he asked seriously.

 

Harry just gaped.

 

“Cause…cause I’ve always wanted to get into yours,” Draco rushed out, hoping he wasn’t condemning himself to more humiliation.

 

“A-are you offering to shag?” Harry said in a near whisper.

 

“Well, once to start with,” Draco grinned. “We’ll have to see if you can handle all of me.”

 

Harry rolled his eyes. “You don’t even know how big all of you is!”

 

Draco peered coquettishly through his eyelashes. “No, I don’t,” he purred. “Just think. You could be the first to know. Are you interested?” Harry gave a little whimper and his breath sped up into tiny pants. Draco grinned. “Good.” He headed for the door, feeling his confidence coming back to him. At least enough to get him back to the infirmary. As he reached the door, he glanced over his shoulder to see Harry still practically drooling.

 

“I’ll see you around, Potter.”