Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Co. This story is being written for fun and not for profit!

Summary: This is a little love story about a boy named Draco and boy named Harry who are set up by a matchmaker. But, Draco has a boyfriend and Harry has a boyfriend yet they must still meet because their parents require it and they must say they don't get along because they're not interested in each other. Nope, not interested in each other at all. TOTALLY AU. Rated M for the future. Full of fluff.

(A/N): I used the phrase 'boy named Draco, boy named Harry,' not to indicate their age but their emotion state. They're still emotionally immature and living at home with their parents and afraid to spread their wings and fly! (In reality - in this story, they're well in their twenties! - Thanks for reading)!

12th of December, 2004.

"Draco I think it's time for you to choose a partner," Lucius Malfoy enters Draco's bedroom and makes an announcement. Draco's been dreading this day since he turned twenty four. He knows that Malfoys are expected to get married shortly after they turn twenty five and his twenty-fifth birthday is less than six months away.

The dilemma for Draco isn't the fact that he's expected to get married. The dilemma is the fact that he's expected to get married to a woman, and Draco sort of forgot to tell his parents that he fancies blokes.

His parents think that he's celibate since he never brings a girl around the house, even though he's got a private entrance to the Manor and all the privacy one could wish for. Draco isn't celibate, far from it. He's been courting the same bloke for a few years. They started off slow but have been fully engaged in a relationship for over a year.

"Father, I am not ready," he finally manages to reply.

Lucius raises an eyebrow, "that's ridiculous and you know it."

"But-" Draco paused.

"Your mother and I have hired a matchmaker and she will be here tomorrow. We shall discuss details of what you're looking for in a partner and she'll help you find the right one. The matchmaker will make sure that the family is decent, respectable in the community and well-off."

"Father, money isn't everything!" Draco protested.

"That's what your poor friends say because you pay for everything," Lucius replied.

"Father!"

"What is all this screaming?" Narcissa, Draco's mother walks in the room with a curious expression on her face.

As Lucius exits the room he informs Narcissa, "I was just reminding Draco that he needs to start preparing for the matchmaker. But your son seems to be protesting."

"Of course, when he's protesting, he's my son," Narcissa replied as she shook her head at her husband's insistence on commanding Draco's every move. "Maybe he's just not ready. Why can't you just accept that?"

Draco beamed as he heard his mother come to his defence.

"Well you can still meet with the matchmaker tomorrow, we can't cancel the appointment, they'll invoice us regardless."

"Of course, we must keep the appointment! We couldn't possibly afford to lose a few coins for the sake of our son's relief!" Narcissa teased Lucius again.

Lucius turns to Draco and speaks, "Your mother thinks she's so funny."

"Well, I think your wife has a point," Draco replies. "Of course she's only my mother when she doesn't agree with you!" Draco winked at his mother as he performed the favourite Malfoy family pastime ritual.

"There shall be no more of this nonsense," Lucius commanded, "the matchmaker will be here for lunch tomorrow. Please be prepared to greet her and be ready to answer her questions."

"Your father has his stern voice Draco, you might want to adhere to his request," Narcissa said as she kissed her son's forehead and left his bedroom.

"But-" Draco didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, both of his parents left his room leaving him stunned… I am gay.

The next day Draco awoke and met his parents in the Manor's grand drawing room as they were seated on the long ornate table. The house butler had set up the table for four but the matchmaker hadn't shown up yet. Draco was glad he wasn't late. Draco checked his reflection against the mirror in the corner of the room before taking a seat next to his mother.

"You look fine dear," his mother reassured him as he stopped to check his reflection again and fix his hair.

The house butler walked into the drawing room. A short man wearing a three piece black and white suit acknowledged Lucius and spoke, "Mrs Viola Parkinson."

"Pansy's mum? Pansy's mum is my matchmaker? You can't be serious!"

Draco and Pansy were best friends, but more than that they had dated for a year when they joined University. It was a messy break up, something Draco was convinced that she had never gotten over. Even though they were close now, Draco had always kept a wall between them when it came to any conversations about his love life.

"Don't be rude Draco, she's about to enter the room!" Narcissa hushed her son as she stood up to greet Viola.

Lucius and Narcissa stood up from the table to greet Viola as Draco remained seated. This was only getting worse! He felt conflicted. He couldn't even pretend to go through with this now, he was afraid that she would place her daughter on top of list as his matches.

"Hello Draco," Viola greeted Draco and smiled as she sat on the table across from him and next to Lucius. "Isn't this an exciting day?"

Draco smiled with courtesy and nodded.

The food was ready to be served. The butler and the kitchen maids stopped by and filled their plates with rice pilaf, grilled asparagus and lamb stew.

"This all looks just so wonderful!" Viola exclaimed. "I must say this is the best service I have ever received from a family in a very long time. You'll be happy to know I've got nothing but the best options for young Draco here!"

The group makes small talk as they ate, Draco stayed mostly quiet. After dessert, coffee was served with a shot of brandy in it. Draco gulped it down too fast for his own good.

Viola brought out a pink folder and placed it in front of her. "So ready to get started? Let's start with the aesthetics first, height and hair colour, any preference?"

Perhaps it was a new found courage Draco just established or perhaps it was the shot of brandy that did its trick, Draco smirked as he looked into Viola's eyes and answered: "Let's talk gender first."

Draco looked at Lucius first; he seemed to have a look of surprise in his eyes, though Draco noticed anger was missing. Draco looked at Narcissa next; she simply glanced at him and returned to sipping her after-dessert coffee. Draco saved Viola for last, who was grinning, she reached into her bag and brought out a green folder and placed it in front of her returning the pink one to her bag.

"Yes, Pansy told me to expect this, so I came prepared."

"I don't understand, Pansy-"

Viola interrupted Draco, "Pansy got over you over two years ago. Draco, the fact that you're gay isn't a secret. If you could, forgive me for saying this, remove your head from your own arse you'd realise that the world doesn't revolve around you-"

Narcissa giggled.

"Needless to say, we've had to take extreme measure to finally get you to come out to us," Lucius spoke. "The requirement still remains, you're still expected to get married and start a legacy. We need to find the right partner for you and after you've been married for a few years; we shall look into adoption or surrogate options."

"So you've got everything planned?" Draco asked.

Coming out was supposed to be a big deal, it's supposed to be relieving. Why does it still feel like his life is still a burden under the same expectations? Why isn't he happy?

"Of course we've got a plan. We are Malfoys, and we always have a plan."

(A/N): All thoughts are appreciated!
What do you guys think about this being a non-magic fic? Would you rather have magic?
Let me know, I can switch it up a bit!