Harry got dressed nervously. He had a blind date to go to, and he wanted to make the best impression. Hermione had set this one up, but she claimed to not know who he was going out with. Harry didn't know how she had set it up without knowing the person, but she really wanted him to try and get along with him.

He put on his coat and grabbed his wand, and looked in the mirror one last time. His cheeks were red, his breathing ragged from nervousness. He tried to calm down, but, looking at his reflection, he began to worry about what the person might think if they knew he was Harry Potter. He decided that he didn't want to have them judge him based on his identity, so with a moment of hesitation, he cast a glamour over himself. He lightened his hair color to a dirty blonde, and changed his eyes to blue. His clothes didn't look quite the same on him, but at least he could comb his hair and have it stay for once.

Harry glanced at the clock and realized that he should've been at least a little early, but he had lost track of time. He had agreed to meet his date at 6, and it was 5:57. He cursed his anxious nerves and apparated to the bar.

He landed on the sidewalk right outside, and took a deep breath. Fussing with his collar, he stepped inside. Harry hadn't been to this bar before. He didn't like the look of it - it seemed a little too posh for a place to just get drinks. He supposed a lot of pure-bloods had come here before the war. Once inside, he was surprised. Hardly anyone was there, and no one was alone. Harry decided to sit down and wait for the man, instead of getting a table. He had barely seated himself when a young man rushed inside. He glanced over at Harry, and Harry could see him gulp.

"Blind date?" He asked, eyes nervous.

"Yeah," Harry replied, thinking that he should have known his name ahead of time. They walked, semi-awkwardly, to a table and sat down. "So, um, what's your name?"

The man stopped for a second, as if realizing something. Then he straightened himself in his chair and said, "I'm Scorpio. And what's yours?"

"James." Harry had become so used to using his father's name that he didn't even have to think about it when someone asked in this type of situation.

They ordered drinks, and Harry's first impression of the place didn't change much. He had never had a waiter come to him in a bar before, and he was a little unsure of how to act. It was more of a fancy restaurant than anything else. He noticed that Scorpio had blushed a little when he had said his name. He wasn't a bad looking guy, Harry thought. Scorpio had green eyes, not quite as bright as Harry's, but nice nonetheless. His hair was a light brown, he had a slender body, and a slim face. His skin was very pale, but the little bit of red in his cheeks looked nice. As Harry was examining him, Scorpio looked up from his drink and blushed even harder when he saw Harry's eyes on him.

"So, James, what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an auror for the Ministry. It's my third year out of training."

"Interesting. I knew someone once who wanted to be an auror, while we were still in school. I wonder if he's made it there?"

"Well, if he is, I'd know him. What's his name?"

Scorpio paused for a second, before saying, "Harry Potter… Do you know if he's an auror?"

"The chosen one? Yeah, he's an auror." Harry had trouble making his voice calm. This man claimed to have known him in school, but Harry didn't remember ever meeting a Scorpio. He wanted to know how he had known him and his choice career.

"Well, what's your profession?"

"I'm currently a teacher at Hogwarts, you know, the school. Did you ever go there?"

"Yes, I went there. You teach there? Which position?"

"I'm their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. This is my fourth year teaching there. It's really fun, working with all the kids. It really reminds me of when I was a student there."

"Is that why you decided to teach?"

"Yeah, I really like kids, I really want kids of my own. Seeing all the students there really makes me happy each day."

Harry smiled at that, but still wanted to find out who Scorpio was. "So, how old are you? When's your birthday?"

"Um, I'm 22, and my birthday's in June..."

"Really? Me too, but born in July. And we both went to Hogwarts? I don't seem to remember you…"

"And… during the war, if you don't mind me talking about it, what year were you?"

"I was in my seventh year."

"That was me as well. Yet I just don't recognize you." Scorpio looked at him suspiciously, and then, after a moment, sighed and took a drink. "I suppose it's alright that we don't remember each other. Then we might already have judged one another."

"I guess you're right." Harry decided to let it go. It must've just been a coincidence that Scorpio claimed to have known him and been in his year at school. But Harry supposed it could have happened. Everyone seemed to know him, and he couldn't possibly remember everyone in the school. "So, Scorpio, you said you wanted children?"

"Er, yes. I did, but I don't know when I'll ever settle down. I think I want to teach at Hogwarts for years and years, so I don't know if I'd really have time for a family."

"I want children too, at least two or three. But the same thing for me, I don't know if I'll have time with my busy auror schedule, not to mention how dangerous that job can be."

"James…"

"Um, yes?"

"No, sorry," Scorpio looked slightly embarrassed. "I just was thinking, and your name slipped out. I-I don't know how to say this, but… I think I'd like to get to know you better."

Harry was surprised, to say the least. He found Scorpio relatively attractive, but nothing so far had really struck it with him, in Harry's opinion. But maybe Scorpio thought that they had hit it off. And maybe, since he claimed to know Harry Potter while at Hogwarts, he wouldn't mind that Harry had used a glamour, if he explained himself. Far be it for Harry to turn down an attractive gay guy just because he knew of Harry Potter.

"I think that would be a great idea," Harry said, looking into Scorpio's eyes. They were different, not quite normal, like the green color wanted to just disappear and leave behind a colorless gray. It wouldn't hurt to meet him again, so why not take a chance? "How about dinner? Friday?"

"Sounds good. 6:00 again?"

"Yeah, sounds nice. So, it's a date!"

Harry immediately regretted saying those words - they made the rest of the evening with Scorpio a little awkward.

OOOooooOOOOoOoOO

Draco flooed into his apartment. He uncast the glamour he had been wearing at the bar and took off his coat. James. He was cute and all, but that's not what attracted Draco to him. He felt as if he was meant to be with him. Draco had never felt that way before, well, besides with Harry Potter. But with Potter, it just felt right to keep teasing him, keep playing tricks. Draco felt as if he needed Potter's attention, just to get that boy all riled up, because that's what Draco liked.

But now, with James, he felt almost the same, but he didn't want to play tricks on him, he just wanted to be with him, just to be in the same room, sitting at the same table. He felt like such a warm person, and Draco felt a little guilty using a glamour, but he didn't want him to be scared off by knowing who he really was.

Draco thought about the name he chose and sighed. He'd have to get used to being called that from now on, because he wasn't going to tell James who he was right away. Scorpio wasn't important for any reason, he just liked the name, because it reminded him slightly of his own, and he thought it was interesting. He'd never met anyone else with the name Scorpio, and it was one of his favorites. But he didn't like it more than his name. Too bad Draco wasn't a more popular name so he could have been called that instead of lying to James.

James. He was interesting. His personality reminded him a bit of being back in school, although he couldn't think why. And he looked rather nice too. He had a strong, slim figure, and dirty blonde hair. That hair. Draco barely knew the man and yet he wanted to run his fingers through it, to feel how soft it was. It was styled in a strange way, as though James wasn't used to combing it, but it had a strange shimmer to it, like it wasn't quite natural. It didn't look like he had dyed his hair, but his hair had a different quality to it. And those eyes. Bright blue, Draco thought he could have been looking at the sky. Those eyes were gorgeous, and he felt like he could have fallen into them, the pools of color.

Shedding his clothes, draco slid into bed, realizing that James had said that his birthday was in July. This month. Summer vacation for all the children, and for Draco. If he was going to start a relationship, this might be the best time to do it. Begin it during the summer months, so he wouldn't have to rush into it during the school year. September was close. He wouldn't have much time if he wanted to make this work.

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The next morning, Harry stopped by Ron and Hermione's apartment. He had promised to tell them how the date went, and they both were a little worried about him.

"Harry!" Hermione opened the door and Harry saw her large form. She was pregnant, and going on her seventh month. Ron was excited, but extremely nervous, and had come to Harry several times, spilling his worries about the baby. Harry knew not to worry, though; his two best friends would be amazing parents.

"It's good to see you, Hermione," Harry gave her a hug, and she motioned for him to come in. Ron was sitting at the table, still finishing breakfast.

"So, mate, how'd it go last night?"

"Well, it went fine. I'm meeting him again on Friday."

Ron's eyes went wide. "You mean that he doesn't care that you're the boy who lived?"

Harry hesitated. If he told Ron and Hermione about using a glamour, they'd likely encourage him to tell Scorpio the truth, sooner than he would like. "Yeah, he doesn't care. Or maybe he doesn't realize." He decided it didn't matter - if this relationship didn't go anywhere with Scorpio, they'd never have to know that he was hiding who he really was.

Hermione looked up at him when he said this. "You mean that he doesn't know you're the Chosen One?"

"Yeah, I guess he doesn't. But I'd much rather have it this way. He can see me as who I am, not as the celebrity everyone views me as."

Ron swallowed his bite. "Yeah, I know what you mean. The other day, someone asked me if I was Ron Weasley. When I said yes, they asked if I could introduce them to Harry Potter." Ron rolled his eyes. "People these days. I swear, if I didn't have you and Hermione, I'd just be known as another Weasley."

Harry bit his tongue to stop himself from saying that that was probably true.

"But what's his name, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Scorpio."

"Scorpio?" Ron almost choked on his mouthful. "That's one of the worst pure-blood names I've ever heard! Who is this guy you found, Hermione?"

"I don't know, I've never met him. One of my friends told me he was single." She glanced at Harry. "I'm sorry Harry. Is he rude?"

"No! No, Hermione, not at all. In fact, he was the one who said he wanted to get to know me better. He seemed really interested in me, and he asked for another date."

Hermione hummed a note of confusion. "Harry, are you sure he doesn't know who you are?"

"Yes," he said proudly. "He doesn't know who I am at all."