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Chapter 1 - THE DATE.

Harry Potter paced up and down the sidewalk, waiting for the MTV limo to pull up and take him on this mystery date, with two desirable men.

He had no idea what to expect, he had entered this dating show as a dare presented to him by his ex-girlfriend Ginny Weasley, who had insisted that not only was it was a great way for the boy-who-lived to come out to the world, but for her to have a bloody good laugh at his expense.

Sometimes it sucked to be good, righteous and set upon making the world happy.

Sometimes vodka was just evil.

So now here he was, waiting for a limo, dressed in stonewashed, bootcut jeans that he was sure weren't this tight before Hermione made him put them on and a black shirt that clung to every single part of his toned body.

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes. He was sitting impatiently just outside the world's most famous Quidditch grounds, looking in every angle for his date or his competitor, both of which where anonymous.

If Blaise Zabini hadn't have told him he'd never be nominated, he would never have had to have risen to this challenge.

Blaise was dead as soon as this was over.

But looking on the bright side, he was glad he got to wear his new leather trousers, which clung to all the right places and left little to the imagination. So as not to stun the viewers into a drooling stupor he had settled merely for a casual white t-shirt to go with that. The first few buttons were undone, giving a tantalising preview of the smooth, toned, tanned chest that lay beneath.

Oh hell, let them drool.

Ron Weasley tapped his foot anxiously against the floor of the limousine. The windows were blacked out so he did not have a clue where he was going, or who he was going to meet there. When he had agreed to do this for MMTV (Magic Music Television), they had refused to tell him, who the date was with, and who he was up against.

He guessed it was all in the name of competition.

He blamed Hermione entirely, she had this notion that it would be good for him to get his bi-curious nature out of his system. It 'wasn't healthy' to have it all cooped up.

The limo stopped.

Draco looked up.

Ron stepped out.

The camera's went on.

"M-Malfoy?" Ron sputtered, his mouth hanging open. Draco looked more disgusted than shocked, looking disapprovingly over Ron's straight cut jeans and worn t-shirt then let out a sinister laugh.

"At least I have no competition; my date has got to have better taste than that!" Draco sneered, stepping back just as Ron lunged at him, causing them to both fall in an undignified heap to the ground.

Ron was pulled up by a strong arm, he spun around and came eye to eye, with Harry Potter, his best friend of eight years!

All three men spoke at once

"Harry."

"Ron?!"

"Potter" Harry spun around at the sound of the familiar drawl,

"Malfoy?" he spat,

"FUCK" was screamed in unison by all the men, Draco hung his head in early defeat, and shifted his weight between his feet, "This couldn't get any worse" Draco sighed, before the MMTV crew dragged them off for their first impression, private interview.

"So just relax and tell the camera what your first impressions of the guys are" The producer said to Harry before sitting back and relaxing. Harry shifted on his chair and looked at the camera.

"Well, Ron has been my best friend for eight years, so I know I'll have a great time with him. But" he paused and looked at a loss for words. "Malfoy....is.....well...it's Malfoy.......he's a scheming, little rich spoiled shit who I could never get along with. He's...." another long pause "he looked really good in those leather trousers don't you think?!"

"So just, relax and tell the camera what your first impressions of Harry and Ron are." The producer said to Draco before sitting back and relaxing.

Draco leaned against the wall and sighed.

"God where do I begin, I hate them both. Potter thinks he's so special, when really he isn't, and Weasel is" Draco searched for an articulate, intellectual word t describe just how he felt "Weasel. Normally I wouldn't admit defeat – but if Potter's the prize, I do not want to win. No matter how stunning he looked in that shirt!"

"So just relax and tell the camera what your first impressions of Harry and Draco are. " The producer said to Ron before sitting back and relaxing.

Ron clenched his fists and grinded his teeth together, " It's Malfoy" he spat paused and then another "Malfoy", he paused and then glared at the producer "Slimy, fucking son-of-a-bitch!"

"What about Harry?" the producer stressed,

Scandalised : "Harry is my best friend, I would never think about him that way. But that eyebrow stud makes him look bloody great 'dunnit?"

The second story I'm giving a make-over. It's a old story new resurrected. I plan to finish this one no matter what, I love writing it and I forgot how much I like the plotline.

I hope you enjoy it too, please review and let me know what you think.

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