A/N: Hello all! This is just a new little story that I thought up. I don't know how it's going to turn out, how long, or really what's going to happen. I just hope that you all like it so far, and please tell me what you think! I don't have a beta so I tried my best to make sure there were no errors but...I'm not perfect so forgive me! D:

Summary: Hermione convinces Harry to call a 1-800 number. Little does he know that it's a romantic dating phone service and none other than Draco Malfoy picks up. SLASH

Rating: This will eventually be an M rated story. There will be a male/male pairing so if you don't like that please leave now.

Phone Fantasies

"Harry you really have to get out more, meet some people you know? This isn't healthy for anyone." Hermione pleaded.

She had not left him alone since his last relationship had failed miserably. It was with a young red-head that reminded him so much of Ginny, that's probably why it didn't work. Harry realized that he only loved Ginny as a sister and while they dated at Hogwarts that was it. Sure there were tears but in the end everything had worked out and Ginny was happily dating Neville Longbottom. They really were a cute couple.

"'Mione…I'm fine, I really don't want to be in a relationship right now. I need to focus on work and…stuff…" Harry tried.

He honestly didn't know why he didn't want to be in a relationship, but he was running out of excuses to give the bright witch. Every blind date she set him up on back-fired sometimes because the witch recognized that he was The-Boy-Who-Lived and other times because it just didn't click. That's when Harry realized that he might, possibly, be slightly gay. He had never explored anything with another man but he found that when he was walking behind a cute couple he looked at the guy's ass, not the girls.

It was a little hard to swallow at first because he knew what Muggle's thought of homosexuality but he wasn't sure about the Wizarding community. He had never really seen a gay Wizarding couple. Of course they were out there he was sure, but maybe in the Wizarding world it wasn't highly accepted either.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted, "Look, I have this number…you don't have to call if you don't want to but just think about."

Harry looked over at the small scrap of paper that Hermione pulled out of her medical bag. She was a Medi-witch at St. Mungo's, a successful one at that. "A friend at work told me about this…and I know you're probably going to stop me as soon as I tell you want it is, but please just hear me out."

Harry signed and nodded.

"It's a Muggle talk line…like Muggle's call in and talk with people. There's not pressure or anything you can call and talk about you problems and other things. There are a lot of nice girls…" Hermione paused and Harry took that opportunity to interject.

"I don't have any problems Hermione."

"Harry please just do it for me, you might find that you like it. My friend at work, the one that gave me this number she said it's great."

Hermione blushed and looked away. The emerald eyed man narrowed his eyes and asked, "What aren't you telling me about this Muggle talk-line thing?"

Hermione gave out a nervous laugh, "It's nothing, and you should just call it and see, like I said, I think it might help. It's not good for someone to have no friends and live like a recluse. You never even go out anymore."

"I have friends, you and Ron." Harry was starting to get upset. It was always like this, Hermione pushing him to do something that he didn't want to do.

"I know you do but…" This was hard for Hermione she didn't know how to bring it up. "Harry, Ron and I love you and you will always be welcome into our home, we both think of you as family but…we want you to find someone as well. It hurts us when you come over and you never have anyone special to go home to."

Harry looked away from Hermione's kind chocolate brown eyes he knew she was right; he had not dated anyone in years.

"How about this…I will call this talk line or whatever it is as long as you stop bugging me to meet someone. I don't want to be alone either; I just haven't met the right person." Harry gave his friend a reassuring smile.

"That's all I ask." Hermione smiled back and then lunged forward to give Harry a bone crushing hug.

Harry hugged back, he was tired of being alone and perhaps it was time to start looking again.

"Okay well I have to get back to work my lunch break is already over…and remember, you promised." Hermione said pulling away and giving him a stern look.

"I know, I know I'll call tonight."

"Good, and if this doesn't work out I can always set you up with a cute nurse in my department."

Harry blanched, "Uh…no thanks 'Mione. You remember last time didn't you?"

She laughed, the last time Harry took Hermione's nurse friend out to his favorite sea-food restaurant, she had almost died. How was he supposed to know that she was highly allergic to shell fish? After being rushed to the hospital she was fortunately fine, but unfortunately she never called him back.

Hermione handed over the slip of paper, "I'll see you a little later in the week, and call me to let me know how that goes." She motioned to the paper.

"I will, now get back to work, you're already late." Harry scolded.

Later that night Harry sat down in his favorite chair in front a roaring fire. He loved working from home, it gave him the opportunity to work his hours and get things done at his own pace. Harry had a small non-profit organization for people that needed help after the war. And while the war ended several years ago, families were still suffering.

"Alright Hermione, let's see what this is all about."

Harry picked up his phone and dialed the Muggle number she had scrawled out for him.

1-800-968-5683

The phone rang a few times before an automated message of a female voice and cheese romantic music started. What kind of number did Hermione make him call?

Welcome to Phone Fantasies my name is Tiffany and I'll be the one to guide you though our automated menu. If you are a first time caller please press one.

Harry sighed he knew exactly what kind of phone line this was but none the less he pressed one.

So you're a first time caller? I'm glad that you called; hopefully we will be able to set you up with the perfect man or women…or both.

The woman on the other end of the phone giggled and Harry frowned, was he really going to do this? Then Tiffany started talking again.

Because you are a first time caller please press three to hear a detailed list of our company policies. We wouldn't want you getting into any trouble!

Harry pressed three and listened for several minutes to the different company rules. It was boring but he waited patiently, paying special attention to every rule. They were simple; many of them were along the lines of not being permitted to meet any of the company's employees. After a click the automated voice named Tiffany was back on the line.

Now that you know all the rules, let's get to know you a little better. If you are a female please press one, if you are a male please press two.

Harry pressed two.

Oh so you're a handsome man, well why don't you tell me what you're looking for in a date, press one to talk to a sexy lady and two to talk to a hunky man.

Should he press one or two? Harry was still confused about his sexuality and he didn't want to feel like--

"Screw it." Harry thought and pressed two.

This time a new voice started talking to Harry, it was automated again.

Hello, this is Alex and I'm here to help you get matched up to your perfect man. So tell me what you're looking for. Press one for brown hair, two for blond hair, three for black hair, four for red hair and five for other.

Harry thought for a minute then decided on blond hair. He had always liked it.

Blonde's always do have more fun. The voice chuckled.

Harry rolled his eyes and continued to listen.

Would you like someone who is tall or short? Press one for tall and two for short.

Harry shorted, who would want a short date? Harry being 6'1" already found it hard to find someone he didn't feel awkward around. Tall definitely.

And how about those sexy eyes, what color are you looking for? Press one for blue, two for brown, three for green and four for other.

Harry thought a moment about eyes…he always found blue attractive, but not the bright blue, steely blue, almost like they were liquid silver.

"Blue it is I guess." Harry mumbled and pressed one.

Alright, I think I have the perfect man for you, wait on the line while I connect you. Don't go anywhere…

Harry heard the click of the automated message ending and now he was just left with the disgustingly cheesy music. "I can't believe I let Hermione talk me into doing something like this." He sighed.

Suddenly the line clicked again and someone was on the other end. Harry as annoyed as he was to admit it…he was kind of excited. Alex's voice was pretty sexy.

"Hello, my name is Draco and I'll be your date for tonight, what's you're name sexy?"

Harry almost dropped the phone and his eyes widened to the size of golf balls. He knew that voice, that name, but it couldn't be…

"Hello, is anyone there? I was really excited to talk to you."

Harry could visibly hear the pout in Malfoy's voice. He tried to say something but lost his nerve…he could not do this, it was silly and…well it was just silly. Plus if this was Draco Malfoy…the Draco Malfoy that Harry went to school with at Hogwarts and if Draco recognized his voice he would never forgive himself. He was already embarrassed enough about calling this stupid talk line and now Harry started to gasp nervously.

"Come on, baby don't be shy I can hear you practically panting on the other end of the phone…did you start without me."

Harry let out an undignified groan and pressed the End key on his phone. He would not be calling that number again.

To be continued...

A/N: The phone number is 1-800-You-Love...I don't know why but I wanted to actually make the number mean something. :)