Summary:Now working as a magazine reporter for a well-known Muggle publication (designed for women between the ages of 20 and 30), Harry Potter is assigned the article of his life. Over the next two weeks, a whole host of things surprise him as slowly, but surely, the article changes his life...for good.

Author's Note: This story idea came to me after reading a highly amusing article in an issue of Marie Claire magazine. I have absolutely no idea which issue it was, sadly, nor do I know the writer's name. So, if they happen to read it, or someone else reads it and they are offended that the article is not properly cited, please give me the citation! I would love to give credit where it is due.

Warning: This story contains SLASH! That means boy-on-boy action. Please don't read this if that squicks you, and please don't flame. If you don't like it, don't read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and I'm not making a profit from this story. So please don't sue me. I don't even have any money to give to you.

Prologue

"Ginny!" Blaise Zabini's call rang through their large manor.

"Yes, husband dearest?" Ginny replied using a tone that suggested to Blaise that he shouldn't use that tone with her.

Blaise winced. "I'm sorry; Draco's just been moaning to me about Potter and his poor unrequited love. Again," he ended, mocking his blonde friend.

"Aww, you poor baby. Whatever shall you do? Fortunately for you, I've come up with a plan. I'll tell you all about it over supper. The House- elves cooked your favorite. It's almost as if they knew you'd be cranky."

"Hermione! I need to talk to you about Harry!" Ginny called through the fire.

Hermione ran in from the study, ink stains on her fingers. "What's so urgent, Ginny?"

Ginevra Zabini looked slyly at her best friend. "You mentioned once that you noticed a certain blonde looking at Harry with something besides hate and indifference. Then you proceeded to mention how well you thought a relationship between the two of them might work out. Well, it seems that blondie's still stuck on our dear friend...."

"Hello. May I speak to the person directly in charge of Mr. Harry Potter?" Hermione requested politely into the phone.

"Just one moment please," the secretary replied.

"Hello?" a voice finally said, minutes later.

"Hi. My name is Hermione Granger, and I'm one of Harry Potter's best friends. Now, I know you know that Harry isn't much for dating, but my friends and I have found someone who's madly in love with him and who would be a perfect match for our dear Harry. What can you do to help? Well, that's actually why I called...."

Harry was surprised when he got called into his boss' office. He couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong. Well, nothing he'd done that would get him called in to see his boss. You only got called in to see her if you were in trouble or if she had a special assignment, and special assignments never went to him.

"Harry, we have a special assignment for you. Your friend Hermione has already agreed to help you by taking the most important choice out of your hands. Now, here's what you must do...."

Harry walked out of the office surprised and more than a little upset. He needed to talk to Hermione.

To Hermione Granger-Weasley:

I'm writing in reference to something I heard through a close friend. I believe that you are looking for someone to move in with one of your friends for a period of time spanning two weeks in order for the two of us to see if we would be compatible as life partners. I would like to volunteer my services for this purpose. You may not be comfortable with leaving Harry with me for such an extended period of time, but I do believe I am the person most qualified for this position.

I know that Harry dislikes peas, but loves broccoli; I know that he loves autumn best because it's always meant that he is permitted to leave his abusive relatives. I understand getting attention for something he cannot control. I realize that Harry is more than an icon; rather, he is a twenty- one-year-old man who behaes as if he is already dead. Deathly injured by the responsibility thrust upon him, Harry struggles to find himself after the surprising outcome of his seventh year at Hogwarts. I know that he works for a Muggle beauty magazine because Harry no longer believes he is worthy of protecting the wizarding world. I've never failed to comprehend how badly Harry wants to be a normal person, nor the fact that he would give up all money and fame just to achieve anonymity. But moreover, I know that it took you and your husband far longer to realize all of this as opposed to the year it took me. I meant that, not as an insult, but rather as a statement of fact.

And even more importantly than that is this one simple fact: I love Harry Potter more than my possessions, family, friends, and pride combined. Which is why I felt it necessary to write to you today. This opportunity is worth more to me than you can imagine. Just, please, give me a chance.

Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.

Author's Note: Okay! I know that's short, but hey, it's the prologue! I swear that real chapters will be at least twice as long.

Coming up in the next chapter!
-Draco arrives
-Harry receives several shocks
-Ron calls

Thanks to: TheMan-EatingDustBunny who is always so nice to me about my terrible grammar. Isn't she the bestest beta ever?

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