Disclaimer: I know I don't really own any of this but I just like to mess around with it. I got my inspiration from the movie "Kissing Jessica Stein" and the rest in from the wonderful JK---yea!

Warnings: Ratings for later chapters-nothing too graphic. Slash boy/boy love. If ya don't like that kinda thing, turn back now cause I don't give a shit.

Summary: H/D romance. AU. A cute love story about two young boys who meet by finding a dating ad in the paper.

A Rowdy Game o' Quidditch

            'The Chudley Cannons just won their fourth consecutive QWC (Quidditch World Cup) against Bulgaria because of their superb Seeker, Harry J. Potter, and excellent efforts from the rest of the team,' Draco scratched down on his pad of paper.

            Draco walked into the locker room in hopes of catching one of the players to interview. Just as he stepped into the steamy and, might I say, fragrant changing hall, he caught sight of quite a prize-winning bum. He soon realized that it belonged to the one and only Harry Potter himself.

Draco blushed furiously and covered his eyes, attempting to convince himself that he was not thinking of a man in that sense. 'You are not gay!' Draco thought to himself, almost believing it.

"Uh, erm, are you decent yet?" Draco asked the brunette shyly.

Harry chuckled deep in his throat, " Yes, you can turn around now."

Draco finally turned himself around to find a towel around the Seeker's waist and assured himself that he would be all right. He then started his questioning and scribbled down everything Harry said. He soon finished and bade the green-eyed man good-bye.

"It was nice speaking with you Mr. Potter. Thank you for your time and have a nice day."

Harry added in quickly, "No, thank you, blondie."

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            Later that day when Draco returned to his office, he was greeted with a pile of work. He sighed and set to work. As he flipped through the various ads he was to post and memos that his boss made sure he received everyday, a certain request ad caught his eye. It read:

            'I am a voluptuous and lonely male brunette in search of a companion, though in hopes for a relationship rather than a chum. I lean more toward the male persuasion, but I am willing to try almost anything (but that excludes cross species relationships). If you are interested, please call, 1-555-867-9420. Ask for Harry, and we'll go from there.'

            Draco's eyes lit up, He figured he would give it a call just for shits and giggles, though once again, his mind was trying to convince himself that he was NOT GAY! He picked up the receiver and dialed the number. His stomach was already beginning to feel the nerves. But why should they- this wasn't for real; it was a joke to himself…right? He was about to hang up when a deep husky voice answered on the other end.

            "Hello, this is the Potter residence, how may I be of your service?"

            This was the HARRY POTTER! Why did he need to post a request for a lover? He could have anyone he wanted. Hmmm…

            " Uh, may I speak to…um, Harry?" Draco asked quite meekly, the nerves boiling right up to his throat.

            "May I inquire as to why you wish to speak with Mr. Potter?"

            "I am calling for I seek further information concerning the ad he has posted in the Daily Prophet."

            "Really? My ad is already posted? I just sent it in today! Cool!"

            …silence…

            "I mean Mr. Potter did, just sent it in today." He finished lamely.

            Draco grinned to himself. " I'm sure, Mr. Potter sent it in today," He revealed while putting on his signature smirk. Meanwhile Harry was blushing to the roots of his raven hair.

            "Yea, it's me, whadda ya want?" he sighed in defeat.

            "Like I said, I want to know more about your ad." Draco prodded in a determined manner.

            "Who is this, how old are you, and what's your name?" Harry rushed through his mental list of questions.

            "Oh, but I am calling to talk about you, not me, silly," Draco ended that conversation, knowing exactly where it was going.

            "Fine, but at least, are you a guy?" Harry asked hopefully.

            "Guy," Draco supplied in a bored sigh.

            "Okay?" Harry didn't know what to say.

            "I'm not revealing any more about my self. I'll meet you somewhere, but you can call with the conditions. My phone number is 1-555-890-3824 and leave a message if I'm not home. Bye." Draco finished, leaving many a question in Harry's already throbbing head.

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This is my first fanfic ever so please post only constructive criticism. Please R&R! Thanks a bunch!!!! I would also like to give a BIG thanks to my beta and good friend badboyblondEsgurl for helping me out w/ this chappie.

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