Disclaimer: I know I don't really own any of this except the plot but hey, I'll have fun messing around with it. I got the inspiration from the movie "Kissing Jessica Stein" and the rest is from Ms JK herself.

Warnings: PG-13 for later chapters but nothing too graphic. Slash boy/boy love. If ya dun like it, leave cause I dun give a shit.

Summary: HP/DM romance. This is a cute little love story where two young lads meet because of a lil' ol' ad in the paper. This story is AU in some parts but the concept of the wizarding world isn't gone.

An Unexpected Change

      'I can't believe I just did that' Draco thought as he hung up the phone.

Draco had always been very quiet and reserved and never took too many risks. Well, now all of that was going to change. Durmstrang was a very tough magic school, especially for a person like himself. Now that he had graduated, he vowed to himself that he was going to become more spontaneous and exciting, not just a bookworm/writer who stayed in with his cup o' tea on a Friday night.

In the back of his mind, he never thought that he was going to become more spontaneous and exciting by becoming gay. He had already decided though that he was going to go through with this change no matter what anyone would say or think. To him, if he was happy, that's all anyone should care about.

Seeing that it was 10:30 at night, Draco decided it was probably a good time to go to sleep.

Across town Harry was thinking this over. He knew that voice from somewhere. It was so vaguely familiar yet fresh in his mind. He'd heard it more than once too. But hell, he shouldn't stress about it, just stress about when the meeting or "date" would occur.

'Lets see,' Harry thought, 'I don't have Quidditch on Tuesday night or Wednesday morning, in case I'm hung over or for other reasons.'

Then he thought about whether this date thing was a good idea or one of his stupid plans that always blows up in his face. I mean, this guy could be some murderer or an over crazed stalker or something. Ah, the drawbacks of being a celebrity…

Even in his doubts, he had already decided that this was going to happen and that nothing or anybody could stop it. Being 11:00p.m. , Harry decided to tuck in and sleep on the goddamn matter.

Next morning at 5:00 A.M., to Draco's dismay, the alarm clock went off. "Damn it," Draco's sleepy yell sounds though his lonely apartment though not disrupting his nonexistent lover, 'Why do I have to get up so fucking early. Today is just going to be one hell of a day. I can just tell.'  So with that lovely morning attitude, Draco set off to work, pouting.

No special projects, no interviews, just a boring almost no need to go to work kind of day. The only thing that went through his head was whether or not he should post the ad, wondering if he should take advantage of this opportunity and just throw the damned thing away.

Maybe that would get Harry to think that he was the only one that was interested in the ad. I mean, its not like the ad says that the thing is for Harry Potter, the fucking hottest man ever to be put into existence…according to Witch Weekly, hehe.

On the other side of town, in his huge manor (a.k.a. The Potter Manor) Harry hadn't awoken until… "CRASH!" The sound was deafening. Harry jerked awake

'What the hell was that?'

Things started racing through his mind.

 'Was it an attack? A muggle accident/explosion, or worse was it the house elves dropping his breakfast or something else. If it was his breakfast that had fallen, he was going to die. He would have to wait for his breakfast.

"Wait a second, what time is," reluctantly, he rolled over on his side to see, 'Damn it's only 5:30, I normally sleep for 2 more hours,' He thought.

'Well hell at least I'll be on time for Quidditch. I might as well go see what happened.'

Meanwhile, Draco was attempting to make his way to the Daily Prophet to see what was in store for him that day. Then he figured he shouldn't be so regretful about is job because he figured that if his father didn't own the paper, he probably wouldn't even be able to have a job here.

It turned out that right before he had arrived at work, there had been an attack. Not just your regular crime but an attack by Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters. Apparently he didn't get too far though, because of the repelling charms and all of the security that had been on the scene before Voldemort had arrived. But whose house had been attacked?

You guessed it none other than Mr. Harry James Potter's house (actually it's a manor just to clear things up.)

Draco's blood ran cold. Had Harry been hurt or worse, was he dead? Wait, I shouldn't even feel this for this guy. I hardly even know him. I haven't even been on a date with him; I've only talked and interviewed him. Well here comes another unexpected interview.

Once again, across town, Harry tiredly pulled himself out of bed when an Auror suddenly burst into his room. This wasn't just any Auror but none other than his best friend, Ron Weasley.

"Harry you can't go out there," Ron rushed, "Voldemort tried to attack but got stuck at he gate by all of the spells. You're lucky you have so many body guards and security members from the ministry because if you didn't you would probably be dead right now." Ron paused, " Now, do you have anything to say?"

Harry just stared until he found his voice, "So that's what the loud bang was that interrupted my beauty sleep at 5:30 this morning?" he said jokingly.

"Well the way that you so nicely placed it, yes," Ron replied, "but you're not the only one who was woken up. Hermione was over in Surrey and she heard a faint bang too."

"So finally found love with 'Mione, huh?"

" If what you call love is something like twins, I guess so. We didn't even think she was going to get pregnant, let alone with twins."

"Well it doesn't just happen you know, it's kind of a two person process and thing called," Harry whispered, "sex…"

"Yes, Harry I know I've had the talk, but thanks for trying."

"So when are you going to propose?"

"I don't know. I really can't afford a ring at the moment, seeing we are still living in my parent's house."

" Ron, don't worry about that. Tell you what, you and Mione can move out of your parents' house and come live with me. If you want you can have a whole wing to yourselves, and the kids of course." Harry said smiling. 

"Re… rea…really Harry," Ron stuttered.

" Of course, what are friends for? And if you want, I can pay for the ring and wedding too, with just one condition??

"What?"

"The wedding has to be at my house."

"Well, I'll go talk to Mione and see what she wants to do."

"Okay, but you still have to see if it's fine with the ministry workers that you can leave and they don't need you at the scene."

"They don't. I didn't even come because of that. Well, maybe it was because of that. They sent me to distract you form the attack and the press until they found out exactly what had happened."

"Well it worked. I had completely forgotten why I had got up so early."

"In that case, you should get dressed and see if they need you."

"Will do. I still think that if I wasn't such a damn good Quidditch

Player, I could and I would be a kick ass Auror, don't you think so?"

"Absolutely Harry, you're a hundred times better than I am."

"Well, then we should both go down together. You need to go to Mione and I need to go 'meet the press'."

While Harry was having this conversation with Ron, the Daily Prophet was sending their best reporter to cover the scene. No one but Draco Malfoy could cover something this big.

Thoughts were racing through his head at 200 miles per hour once again.

"Is he okay? Did he get hurt? I hope not, we haven't even gone on our first date. In that case I shouldn't even be concerned about him then. Well here goes all."

A/N: Sorry about the cliffhanger, but I am really tired and my fingers are killing me. Thank yous to:

cRaZyCanDiCe- You're welcome. Glad you really like it.

Tigris T Draconis- Thanks for reviewing. Glad you like it!

Wobble- I wrote more, Thanks for reviewing.

And thank you especially to my beta reader Jaime …whisper whisper…read her stories. Her penname is badboyblondEsgurl. I will try to update soon but no promises.

Well, goodbye. Oh and please, please R&R.   

              Yours always CountingSheep123