Will the bond they've forged survive after their identities are revealed? Warnings for slash, language and explicit sexual content. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione snorted inelegantly, swirling around in the desk chair to face him. It was easy for Hermione to look down on his attempts at finding a partner; she had Ron.
His two best friends had been together for five years — they'd spent a few years after the war dating other people — and they were to be married in three months. It wasn't that Harry wasn't thrilled for them; he was. He was excited to stand in as Ron's best man, excited to see two wonderful people start a new chapter in their lives. He just wanted the same thing. The last time I went to singles night at the local pub I was mobbed by slavering women. One of them actually slipped a hand down my trousers!
Now, did you come to help me write this ad or just to be a nuisance? Harry's ad was far from polished, but then again, so was Harry. Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione noted his earnest expression and sighed in resignation.
If Harry was going to have an internet dating ad, then Hermione would make sure it was the very best it could be. By the time the two were finished, they had crafted an ad that clearly spelled out what Harry was looking for in a partner, keeping the language and tone casual and easy, just like Harry.
Harry tried to look stern, but a grin broke through. He threw a pillow from a nearby chair at Hermione. Besides, you know how much I hate sandy feet. He's perfect for you," Blaise said with mock delight, scrolling down to read one of the hundreds of ads posted to the online dating site Draco had joined the week before. Picture me as tall, dark and handsome like Harry Potter. You should be fit and attractive as well.
I prefer relationships to one-offs, but either is welcome. Perhaps Blaise had been right when he told Draco that only wankers posted to these online services. His shoulders tightened, but he blew out a breath and forced himself to relax.
They couldn't all be losers. After all, he had posted to the service, hadn't he? He wants someone who will 'allow me to dominate you in every sense of the word'," Blaise said, looking at Draco with a grin. Draco's eyes narrowed and he reached out and pulled his laptop away from Blaise, who raised his hands in defense and adopted an innocent look.
His heart sank as he continued to scroll through the brief list of new posts. Pansy had opened the online dating service last year, apparently drawing inspiration from an infomercial she had seen on a Muggle television channel, of all things.
After months of wheedling, Draco had finally given in and agreed to start an account. As Pansy had so helpfully pointed out, he was striking out on the face-to-face front, so he might as well try something new. At least with online dating he could find someone who might actually be interested in him rather than his fortune or his notoriety. He had shifted his chair over so he could watch the screen as Draco scrolled through the entries.
Open it up so we can see more. His straight-as-an-arrow friend was having much more fun evaluating Draco's potential internet suitors than Draco thought the situation warranted. Must Love Quidditch I am an avid fan and amateur player; you'll be a fit bloke who enjoys the same. An interest in traveling, fine food and wines and gardening a must as well. I love to cook; you should either share my passion for the hobby or appreciate eating gourmet meals. My work schedule allows me ample time to indulge in my interests; yours should too.
I am looking for a steady relationship; respond only if you are as well. I enjoy spending quiet time at home or with the company of friends; you should be someone who shies away from the club scene as well. This bloke sounded nearly perfect to him, and he figured Blaise felt the same way, since the other man hadn't spoken up yet.
The post wasn't signed, nor did it have contact information appended aside from an identification number. Draco knew what that meant, since his own post was similarly devoid of personal information. Pansy only allowed high-profile clients to be anonymous on the site, and only after she had verified the person's identity and need for secrecy herself. After the verification process, the client was randomly assigned a number and a generic e-mail address. Even if Draco wanted to, he wouldn't be able to wrest the mystery man's identity from Pansy; she swore an Unbreakable Vow with each of these special clients, ensuring their privacy.
Blaise watched Draco's face as his longtime friend scrutinized the post. He knew Draco's love life had been a mess for ages. He had a long string of failed relationships behind him. Men either wanted to date him for his money — either to have him support them or support various business ventures they wanted to pursue — or because they enjoyed the status of dating such a notorious and well-known man. Draco was loved and hated by the press at the same time; his every move was splashed across the pages of wizarding publications for all to see.
Blaise wrinkled his nose in distaste. He hated the publicity seekers even more than the money grubbers, since they paraded Draco out in public so they could be photographed on his arm. Draco hated the press and he hated going out; though he'd never admit it, he was a homebody at heart. He hadn't even admitted to himself how much he wanted this internet dating venture to pan out; now that he had found someone remotely interesting, his courage was faltering.
He keyed in his username and password, giving the site permission to contact the mystery man with Draco's own post. It wouldn't give his personal information, since his was also a high-profile membership, but it would give the man his e-mail address as well as a copy of his own ad. Draco swallowed as the message flew into the ether; the ball was in mystery man's court now. Harry jumped up after reading his e-mail, hurrying to the fireplace and throwing in a pinch of Floo dust.
Hermione heard the Floo roar to life just as she was putting the finishing touches on dinner. As she was finishing plating the takeaway, at any rate, which in a way could be considered making dinner, she reasoned. She grabbed a dish towel to wipe a stray bit of curry from her hands and walked into the sitting room. Are you coming through? I've just finished dinner," she said. Harry's laptop had wards around it to shield it from the ambient magic in his home, but those protections wouldn't hold up to the forces of magical transportation.
We'll be through in a minute," Hermione said with an indulgent smile. Open some wine, will you? She shook her head with a good-natured grimace at the irony of it. Ron insisted they eat before tackling Harry's e-mail response, reasoning they would all think a good sight better if they weren't hungry. Harry merely picked at his curry with disinterest, his mind clearly on the anonymous bloke whose post had sounded so perfect.
His name and other personal details hadn't been included, and Harry was slightly apprehensive about what that meant. He wasn't sure he wanted to date a high-profile man; he garnered enough attention on his own. What if the man was a professional Quidditch player or something? It would be impossible to stay out of the public eye and date someone like that.
When dinner was over, Harry cleared away the plates and brought his laptop out to the kitchen table. Ron slumped in his chair slightly, not quite disinterested, but clearly uncomfortable with the idea of being involved in Harry's love life. Hermione's eyes lit up as she pulled the computer closer to her, reading the automated response to Harry's ad.
Interest in your post Dear User , User has expressed interest in your post. Please review 's post and contact the user directly at his or her e-mail address, IntrospectiveIntellectual[at]MagicalDatingOnline. Introspective Intellectual Seeking a partner who enjoys solitude and is comfortable with silence and introspection. Discretion is expected and will be given in return.
I am fit and expect my partner to be as well. My interests include travel, Quidditch, intellectual pursuits and gourmet food and drink. I enjoy witty banter and intelligent conversation; my partner must be able to respond in kind. I am financially self-sufficient and require the same of my partner. Thank you for your patronage, and remember, true love is only a click away. The writer sounded a bit pretentious, but his interests — and requirements for privacy and solitude — matched Harry's nicely.
The bit about children, though, gave her pause. He might just have nieces and nephews who are around a lot, or maybe he's interested in adopting a child down the road," Harry said. He had thought a lot about that requirement; in fact, he had very nearly included a similar one in his own post.
He thought it would be strange, however, since he didn't have a child, so he left it off, figuring that there would be plenty of time in the getting-to-know-you process with any prospective partner for his desire to have a family to come up. Harry thought for a minute and nodded.
I've wanted one for as long as I can remember. Being bent doesn't change that, you know. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I wouldn't be a good father," he said, looking Ron in the eye.