Author's Note: This was supposed to be a one-shot, but I had so much fun writing a more humorous version of Harry and Draco that I had to continue it. I'll keep adding chapters as long as I have ideas in my head, but they will be more like short stories that all take place in the same universe.

During the first month of their "real" relationship, Harry insisted that Draco keep it all a secret. At first it seemed kind of romantic, so Draco was willing to play along, but after a month of having to stop himself every time he was about to say something about his boyfriend, it had gotten old.

The straw that finally broke the camel's back was when Draco's boss at the ministry tried to set him up with his daughter, Brunhilda. First and foremost, Draco was as gay as blazes and not about to date any woman (even if she was kind of butch, as the boss's daughter appeared to be), and second, he was already in a relationship with the greatest catch in the wizarding world, thank you very much. He just couldn't tell anyone. Having a secret relationship was not fun anymore, and after eight years of living in hell (what with the war and living a lie and all), Draco was all about fun.

On their next date/not a date 'cause we're still pretending to be totally platonic friends, Draco felt the issue just had to be addressed. So, while walking out of the restaurant, Draco casually said, "Harry, I think we should come out. You know. Tell everyone that, well, we are both gay and love each other and shag like bunnies when no one is watching."

"Huh?" Harry replied, intelligently. "We don't shag like bunnies. We don't shag at all. Well, yet anyway," he blushed.

"Well, that wasn't really the point, but since you brought it up…"

"You want to tell everyone about us? I thought you liked the secret romance thing," Harry said, hesitantly.

Draco sighed the deep dramatic sigh of someone born to great wealth. "Well, I did at first, of course. It was romantic and all. It's just that now I want to be able to talk about my boyfriend and how wonderful he is." Draco paused here to smile charmingly. "And I also want people to stop thinking you're single, or straight for that matter. Not to mention the fact that they also think I'm available, and if my boss tries one more time to set me up with Brunhilda, I think I may hurt someone."

Harry, who had been fortunate enough to have met Brunhilda at a ministry Christmas party, shuddered delicately in sympathy. "If you really want to tell everyone, we can. I just wanted to keep you to myself a little bit longer. When everyone finds out, there will be no end to the attention we'll get."

"A little full of your self, hmmm?"

Harry blushed again. "Well, both of us are kind of well known."

Draco smirked. "Really? You don't say."

"So, how do you want to do it?" Harry reluctantly asked.

"On every horizontal surface in your flat and mine, but Harry you have to quit changing the subject to sex."

"That's not what I meant," Harry mumbled. "And you're the one who keeps changing the subject to sex."

"Me? Of course, not, Harry. I would never dream of speaking of such indelicate matters." Draco smiled mischievously.

"I meant," Harry firmly stated, "how do you want to come out to everyone. An interview with the Prophet? Witch Weekly? At a press conference?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "How about something a little more private for starters. Maybe we could tell our friends first," Draco said slowly in the sort of voice people use for children or mental patients.

"Um, I never really thought of that."

"You're kidding, right? You mean to tell me that the only reason you didn't want to tell anyone about our relationship was that you didn't want to have to do a high profile interview? We are just dating. I'm sure that won't make or break anyone's day, let alone have a lasting and all important impact on wizarding society."

Harry gulped and then set about making himself look determined. "Okay, we'll start with people we know and work from there. Who do you want to come out (and here he paused to make quotation marks with his fingers) to first?"

Draco's facial expression quickly changed from charming to calculating and just a little bit wicked. "Well, my boss invited me over for dinner on Thursday night. I was thinking I should bring a date."

Harry shook his head. "I knew you couldn't really have pure motives for wanting to expose our relationship to the world."

Draco smiled. "Harry, if we ever get a little bit better acquainted, I am sure you will discover that the only thing pure about me is my blood."

"Is that another hint about sex?"

"Well, since you brought it up…"