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AU. Harry/Draco pairing.

Summary: AU. NO MAGIC! Draco's parents hated his boyfriend. So much so that they decided to do something about it. Taken from the American show on MTV 'Parental Control'.

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PARENTAL CONTROL

Chapter Two

Draco sighed when he got home. The lunch with his mother had been a strain. She had not been amused when she heard that his birthday party had been a complete bust. Blaise had left him at Theo's house! Left him, and two days later, he still hadn't heard from him.

He could tell his Mum had tried very hard not to say anything derogatory about his boyfriend. He knew both his parents were trying really hard. It had been harder for Draco, the homosexual, to come to terms with his sexuality than it was his parents. How screwed was that? It did confirm that his parents loved him and only wanted what was best for him but he knew that they did not like his boyfriend. No matter how hard they tried to act like they did. Sometimes, though he would let none of them know it, he thought it was funny they way the three of them acted towards each other.

He remembered the time his father had physically assaulted Blaise. It had been for a comment that neither of the two young men had thought they could hear and Draco had been ashamed that his parents had heard it. That was at the beginning of their relationship.

Sometimes Draco questioned why Blaise was with him. He was rude. He was disgusting. And…sometimes Draco just really didn't like him. Draco had been raised to be polite at all times. He had found Blaise to be a breath of fresh air and fun to be around. He had been there for Draco in a time of his life where he had needed him.

As he finished his shower and lay in bed he wondered what was going to happen next with him and Blaise and if there was even going to be a next. He loved the man, he really did. He sighed heavily as he turned over. He had a rough week coming up and he was going to use this weekend to do absolutely nothing. He wasn't even going to think about how much he was missing Blaise.

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Lucius and Narcissa sat in a conference room at the hotel across from the Mall. There had been such a huge response that the producers had had to move the proceedings there so that there was enough room. Surprisingly the line outside their door, the homosexual side, was almost as long as the one on the heterosexual side. As they had walked in, both Lucius and Narcissa, had studied the ones standing in line that they could see. Lucius had sneered, a dismal lot in his opinion, but he had promised his wife that he would go along with this. Hell, they might get lucky and find a real gem today.

The first thing that they had done was sit down and go over all the legal stuff and then they were sent to the small room where they would get to meet each young man who had signed up. From those they could pick fifty and from those fifty they each got to pick one. The problem was there had to be 300 men outside!

Lucius rubbed his head hard, he could feel a migraine coming on. He sighed as he waited for the first one to come through the door. With only a small glance towards Narcissa he turned towards the opening door with a sneer.

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Harry was bored. He hated standing in line. He ignored the man trying to get his attention and turned to the one standing beside him. He didn't know what had possessed Ron and him to do this. He sighed and laid his head back against the wall he had been leaning on. "Tell me again why we are doing this?"

The red head next to him snorted. "I'm doing this to find someone and you are doing this because I blackmailed you."

"Ah, yes," Harry snapped his head towards his best friend. "Now I remember."

"Look, Harry, you need to find someone." Ron was earnestly trying to convince his friend to stay. "After what Dean did to you, you have pushed everyone away but me and my family."

Harry sighed and just nodded. He didn't want to remember Dean but he could never repay what the Weasley's had done for him when he had broken down. He looked down at the number he was holding onto and not for the first time that morning wanted to crush it and throw it as far away from him as he could. But Ron was right, he had been blackmailed. And if it was one thing that Harry did, it was never go back on his promises, blackmailed from him or not.

A man with long greasy hair walked into the large room where all the contestants were sitting or standing. "All those with a number starting with the letter N-Z, follow me." Without waiting to see if anyone was following him, he turned sharply on his heel and left the room.

Harry sighed again as he pushed himself to a standing position. He found that now he was here, he was actually interested in what was going on. Not that he expected to be picked, he tended to be on the shy side, but he was looking forward to the possibility. Of course, he couldn't let Ron know this so he scowled at him and walked off, not responding to his best friends call of 'good luck'.

Because of his hesitation he ended up at the end of the line but that was okay by him. He didn't have anything else to do today so why not stand in line with a bunch of other gay men and compete with them for the ultimate prize, a date with another gay man. Harry snickered to himself. Even if he didn't get picked, he at least got to hear some of the lamest pick-up lines he had ever heard. He even had to turn down a few.

It was four hours later, and countless anxious parents asking stupid and embarrassing questions, that he was shown into what he hoped was the last room. He couldn't believe some of the questions parents were asking. He had blushed so many times in the last six hours he was sure his face was permanently red. After the first dozen interviews were past him he had stopped being so self-conscious of the camera crew at the back of each room.

Harry caught his breath at the beautiful couple that was sitting on a couch across from the only other chair that was in the small room. All blond hair and aristocratic faces. If their son was half as beautiful as they were then he would love to be the one that they picked. Harry walked slowly towards them aware that he was being scrutinized. He felt himself blush as he leaned over to shake the man's hand.

"Hello." Harry nodded to the man and was pleased when he nodded back.

Harry turned to the woman and instead of just shaking her hand he got the weirdest impulse to kiss the back of her hand. Never one to ignore his impulses he did just that. "Ma'am."

"My name is Harry Potter, it is a pleasure to meet you." Harry had been told that his voice was one of the sexiest out there. A childhood injury had bruised his voice box and when he was able to talk again, his voice was low and gruff with a hint of sexuality that underlined it. No matter how Harry talked his voice always had the quality. Try being a teenager and sounding like that. Sometimes peoples reactions had been bloody embarrassing.

He turned to sit and missed the telling look between the other two.

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