Harry Potter: Feeding a Pureblood

Chapter 1

Dramione fat fic

Chapter One

Draco POV

This is my fifth suicide attempt. The nurses are getting tired of stopping me, seeing as how they already hated me. Everyone hates me. I was a Death Eater, which is akin to telling a Muggle you were a Nazi.

The glass I embedded in my wrist didn't do much. My attempt to jump out the window or my attempt to overdose had better chances of being successful, but they're watching closely for that now.

What do they expect? I was raised to believe I was better than everyone else, though I never really believed it. Poor self esteem was always a bigger problem with me than ego. But...as the only son of a Lord and Lady, a higher up in Voldemort's elite, I was destined to be a powerful alpha who ran entire countries on his Dark Lordship's behalf.

Except we lost. I can't even say "we", I never bought into the pureblood supremacy thing, but I repeated it constantly because my father expected it. Now my parents are both dead, and I've been taken into custody in Azkaban, as I was considered a "brainwashed minor" by the Wizengamot and did not receive the Kiss.

All witches and wizards wait with baited breath for their second gender to appear. For the most part, my generation was late developing because of the stress of the war. Most of the time, we show our second gender by age 16. Many of us were now 18-mid 20's and had not yet developed a second gender. Mine came two years ago.

An omega. I shit you not, an omega. After everything- after I was raised to be the strongest alpha and youngest Death Eater in Voldemort's army, I turn out to be an omega. The laughter has not subsided since.

Not to mention my family has always been trim, very tall and thin, that's our genes. No one mentioned that eating at the rate that was always normal for me would turn me into a chubby ball of pale skin and matching hair. Now they're trying to get someone to claim me because there's no reason to keep me here, not to mention no room when they're picking more Death Eaters up every day.

When it comes to dangerous Death Eaters, I am the smallest of small potatoes.

Who wants a fat ex-Death Eater with an attitude? The list is apparently pretty short. No one at all showed any interest in me, even as a servant, until a year ago and Lee Jordan, yes that Lee Jordan of the Order of the Phoenix showed up. Okay, my second gender changed; my sexual orientation did not. Even if he intended me only as a servant, I could see that look in his eye that he only wanted me to take his rage about the war out on me personally. And I will never be attracted to men. So I said no, and of course the staff of Azkaban has been torturing me for it since.

So today I have been informed another one is coming. Two potential alphas in two years. That I better say 'yes' to this one hangs in the air around me.

It's the Minister of Magic I'm told. THE Minister of Magic. Not that I hate Kingsley Shacklebolt, but he's worse than Lee Jordan as far as sex goes. I tell them as much as they laugh.

"You think Kingsley Shacklebolt is still Minister of Magic?", my nurse howls. "We gotta get a newspaper in this place."

"Do you want your future alpha to see you this way?", the nurse asks, wrapping my bleeding wrist. Why does she think I did it if not to turn them off? I refuse to belong to anyone. I'm Draco Malfoy for fuck sake.

I say nothing. "She's here. Once I get you wrapped up, she's coming in to meet you."

SHE?! Not many women turn alpha. A few. A few of the best you could say. Was it too much to hope it was someone like Professor McGonaghal who wanted me to clean or teach at Hogwarts? I'm sure it is quite too much to hope. The Minister of Magic apparently.

The door opens. My jaw falls open. Of all the damn people in the world...why, why, why is she here? To get the opportunity to torture me, obviously. To hurt me back, to get revenge, not that she doesn't deserve it. Not that I don't have it coming.

"Granger", I say.

"Malfoy", she returns.

She walks over slowly and a smile spreads over her face. Great.

"Here for revenge?", I ask, "You're a little late. I've already been tortured beyond what you're probably capable of." She sees my bloody wrist and her smile falls immediately.

"You're going to die if you stay in here", she says.

"Is that supposed to tempt me to go with you and be your whipping boy?", I ask.

She smirks slowly and puts her paperwork down on the table in the room. I gasp when I look closely. Every alpha who takes an omega from prison has to check a box for what that omega is intended for: servant or mate. She has checked the mate box. I'm absolutely dumbfounded.

It's not that I wouldn't...I mean her buck teeth and frizzy hair are gone. She's taller now and much curvier. Long golden hair, big eyes the same color, long legs, big boobs, a small waist. She's...beautiful. It's not like I wouldn't be attracted to her, but our past...no, no, no, no, no.

No. I don't want her. But the moment I look at her, my traitorous omega body stirs. I ache between my legs at the new hole that leads to a new place I didn't have before. My stomach flips over. My heart beats faster.

She inhales. My pheromones are sending a message my brain doesn't want to send. She walks over to me slowly and reaches out. I jump back from her and am thoroughly ashamed of myself. Scared of fucking Hermione Granger?

She cups my cheek. I want to pull away, but my traitorous body is at it again, and I lean into her touch like a man starving for even the smallest drop of affection.

"I'd never hurt you", she whispers.

"You expect me to believe that?", I answer back.

She ruffles my platinum blond hair like she suddenly has a right to me, to my body. "You're the same, except you look a hundred years older", she says.

"Fighting for your life doesn't make collagen I guess", I answer in my most smart-assed voice.

"Will you let me take care of you?", she asks and every cell in my body comes alive with want. "I'm sure you never expected to present as an omega, but you did. I've been wondering about you for years since the war...I'm not here for revenge. I expect you don't believe that, but you will with time. Do you want to stay in Azkaban or come home with me?", she asks.

What kind of choice is that? "Why do you want a fat Death Eater?", I ask, wanting to bark it at her, but it comes out as a whisper no matter how hard I try. "Much less me. I hurt you. All the time."

She chuckles and lets her fingers softly ghost over my rounded belly as I gasp and try to suck it in. "You have a long list of problems, Draco, but not being attractive was never one of them", she says. "Do you still think I'm a...that word you used?", she asks.

I didn't believe it when I said it. Muggle born or not, she was clearly not only the smartest person in our class, the smartest of our age. I look down. Maybe if I say yes, she'll leave. Do I really want her to leave? There's no guarantee anyone else will want me and certainly no guarantee if someone did, they'd be a woman. In fact, it's incredibly unlikely.

"WHY? Why do you want me?", I ask.

"I wish I knew", she responds softly. "But I do." She leans in and brushes my lips with her own.

"I..." My legs nearly give out from under me. She wraps an arm around my thick waist and helps steady me. "I'll come with you", I answer.

She leans in and kisses me again, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. I kiss back and ravage her mouth with my tongue. I want this, damn me, I want this. I want her.

"Oh, I wanted to ask if you would mind putting on some weight. I don't want to do anything to your body without your consent", she asks.

"Huh?", I ask, looking down. "I've already gained too much."

"That's for me to decide, and you're chunky at best, Draco, though I admit it's definitely a different look for you. Will you gain more? I do want children", she says. What the hell does my body have to do with...oh yeah, I'm the omega.'

No, I don't want that, are you crazy? But am I willing to let her go because of it?

"Sure, Granger, whatever you want", I answer. Not like that will be hard for an omega.

"Good", she answers, softly patting my belly as I try to suck in. "None of that", she corrects with a laugh.

She can see I'm shivering. It's never warm enough in this horrible place. She takes off her robe, dressed in Muggle jeans and a shirt beneath, then wraps the robe around my shoulders. It smells like her. HER. And I'm suddenly warmer inside and out.

"Let's go home", she says softly, wrapping a protective, guiding arm around my shoulders as we step out of my cell.