Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, this all belongs to JK Rowling..

Author's Notes: This is slash, if you don't like don't read. Flamer's aren't welcome, if you do decide to flame, I'll just laugh at you. Please review!

Rating: I'm putting M. Just to be safe.

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Harry sat in stunned disbelief as he stared at his long term best friend. "But… but why?"

"Oh I don't know…maybe…" Hermione winked cheekily at him, "Cause you're the cutest goddamn thing on this side of the world, not to mention the gayest?" Her hands reached instinctively to fix his hair.

"I am not the gayest!" Harry protested batting Hermione's hands away. "And I am not cute!"

Oh but he was, although the cutest thing about him was that he was oblivious to his looks, while no one else was. At 24, Harry turned heads on an hourly basic. Standing at 5'10, he was still slightly short, but his lean swimmer's build, broad shoulders and narrow waist made up for it. Gone were the days of that scrawny, speckly boy. With a head full of dark black hair, and gleaming green eyes that were no longer hidden beneath glasses, Harry Potter was a gorgeously handsome man, with a cheerful grin and happy personality to boot.

Hermione rolled her eyes in a way that seemed to say, 'we've been over this a thousand times, you stubborn boy. I'm not going down that road with you again.'

"Look," she changed the subject hurriedly, "you haven't been out there for a while. Maybe you'll even finally get laid. God knows you need it." She giggled and dodged a punch from him.

"Shut up… I don't see you out there all that often yourself." He grumbled.

"Meh, I'm in one of my 'I'm a woman. Hear me roar. I don't need a man.' phrase. Now go, go, go!"

"All right, all right!"

Hermione Granger left the room, and left Harry all alone with his thoughts.

'Draco Malfoy…? Oh boy… what's gonna happen now…?'

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Draco sat in stunned disbelief as he stared down at today's front page headline for the Daily Prophet. How it ended up on the front page, Draco didn't know.

DRACO MALFOY: LONELY OR LYING?

Next to those loud words was a picture of the journalist, one Rita Skeeter, whose face was caught and frozen in a smile, pen still in hand. God how Draco hated that pen. She was in charge of the gossip section. No, she was the gossip section.

In general, Draco didn't think much about the Daily Prophet, although there was one journalist, whose writings he was quite fond of, who went by the name of Harry Evans. The man was very amusing, with many intriguing things to say. Draco could learn something from a man like that.

He never had been one for journalists; he preferred skipping that vanity fair. No, Ron was always the one much more inclined to lap up what other people had to say about him.

"Draco Malfoy, age 26, is a handsome, nice, successful, rich, smart, young celebrity singer whose newest album, Breathing You In, has recently been ranked the best music money can buy. Draco stands at 6'2, with broad muscular shoulders, a flat stomach, and, as said by many, 'a delectable behind'. This is topped with a head full of striking blonde hair, a pale complexion with brings out his smouldering blue-grey eyes, and sexy smile." An uncanny imitation of Skeeter's voice came marching into the room. Speak of the Devil, it was Ron Weasly.

"Ronald, put that down –" Draco made an attempt at snatching the article back, half-amused, and half-irritated.

Spurred, Ron continued on, "And yet, Draco is still single. When asked, the Malfoy heir refused to comment, only pausing on his way to say that he wasn't really looking for anyone at the moment."

Draco ran at Ron, and snatched the newspaper away, triumphantly remarking, "Hey look Ron, there's something in here about you!"

"Really?!" Ron asked jumping up and down, all thoughts of mocking Draco momentarily forgotten.

Draco cleared his throat, and read in a serious, solemn tone, "The young Malfoy lives with his roommate Ronald Weasley, age 27, who is hideous, shaggy and lacks common mannerisms." Draco chuckled. "Quite an astute description in my opinion." He remarked offhandedly.

"What –?!" Ron shouted, scanning the by now worn article in despair.

"Revenge is tantalising, Ron, you ought to learn that."

"Eugh! You! Evil, foul, loathsome little cockroach! You think you're so cool with your big words." Ron glared at him, before dramatically straightening out the newspaper once more, and carrying on. "Although Draco is widely known to be homosexual, he has yet found his Prince Charming. So gentlemen, line up, perhaps Cinderella is ready for her ball."

"Oh my Goodness… I cannot believe civilised people condone this rubbish." Draco groaned, with his head stuffed in a cushion.

Ron snickered, "Aw, it aint that bad… Cinderella!" This sent Ron into a whole new round of laughter.

"If you've quite finished, perhaps you could find the time to assist me in finding a way out of this scandalous article, hmm?"

"Well, its simple isn't it?" Ron said, wiping the tears from his eyes. "You get a boyfriend, you twat. What have you got to lose?"

"Well I don't really have anyone in mind, do you?" Draco asked, coolly.

"Then you make one up. Get a pretend boyfriend."

"What? But I can't just drag some random bloke by his arse from the street, and invite him into my life! That would be quite preposterous."

"Well, find. Let the Daily Prophet spin a tale about how you are incapable of loving. Soon, there'll be wanted boyfriend posters for you, Mr. Sexy Smile." Ron giggled.

"Honestly Ron, you think you're absolutely hilarious. All right, fine. I'll think about it, okay? Besides when are you ever going to get yourself into a serious relationship with which ever misfortunate girl you choose?"

"Faster than you can say, 'Basketball,' mate."

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