The task had started well enough. I had lined up next to Krum and Diggory, sneaking a glance at Harry. He looked nervous. His wand was clutched in his left hand and in his right, he was carrying some kind of plant. He looked my way as the clock ticked down, his eyes flicking toward my stomach. It was hidden, of course. It always was in public. What the rest of the world saw was the perfectly prim Fleur Delacour, with thin, delicate shoulders and an athletic build. What Harry had seen, and what was closer to the truth, was the soft orb of flab that made up my middle. I so love the way it jiggles when I move, bouncing out of sight of the others. Sometimes, I would dig my hands into the invisible pudge, mushing it around to my delight. The voluptuous curves extend past my waist and into my ass and arms. I am anything but petite.

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