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Sex Therapy	By : thepretender501 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 24119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Extra long chap sorry! but I wanted everyone to have the ending. I'll probably separate the chaps later into 10 and 11. Enjoy!

I sat in my bedroom with this pretty boy on my lap. He was probably the third boy I�d had this week. �Draco!� I heard my father screaming. He was home early and he probably noticed that I had snuck another male in.

I ignored his angry call and closed my eyes. Harry didn�t weigh this much, Harry�s skin was softer, Harry�s body was more flexible, the sounds Harry made were much more delectable. The boy on my lap did not grind into me at all, the way Harry did. He waited for me to thrust into him. I would describe him for you but to me he was a pointless body because even with my eyes open I saw green eyed, cherry lipped, pretty boy Potter.

Lucius banged on my bedroom door. �Draco, open this door right now!!� the man growled.

I continued to ignore him. The boy looked nervous. He�d lusted after me for some time. Now that I was at my lowest point I�d decided to give him a try. I realized my disregard of other people�s feelings is what got me into this mess in the first place, and I silently scolded myself.

�I�m gonna cum okay?� I told the boy. He was my age. He nodded his head, still nervous about dad. Lucius blasted open the door of my bedroom with the spell �alohomora� just as I was leaking my seed into the boy�s waiting bottom. Narcissa stood behind him. How many times had they caught me in this position throughout the years? Too many times.

�Get out!� Father roared at the faceless boy, who was struggling to get into his clothing. He ran out terrified. Father then rounded on me.

�What the hell has gotten into you?� Lucius sneered.

I stood up and pulled on my robe. Narcissa entered the bedroom and sat on my leather recliner.

�He wears glasses, has green eyes, tan skin, a perfectly firm bottom, and a lightening shaped scar right here�� I pressed my finger into the center of my father�s forehead. He gripped my wrist and I winced in pain.

�Your behavior is unacceptable,� the cold man growled. He was my mirror image except for that his face was older, his hair longer, and his eyes a paler grey.

�You�re hurting me,� I spat.

�Narcissa you have spoiled your son and now look at him, he is shamelessly disrespectful!� Lucius blamed her as usual.

�He�s your son too,� Narcissa countered, �He takes after you!�

�Who was home all day with him? Who let him bring these toys up into his bedroom?� Lucius rounded on his wife.

�You gave him the impression it was okay Lucius, little boys follow their father�s examples�� Mother said bitterly.

I rolled my eyes feeling hot again. �Mmm, if you saw him father you�d want to touch him,� I said feeling so anxious.

�Clean yourself up!� Father spat, he threw the towel folded at the edge of my bed at me. I grabbed it and stood up concealing my growing erection behind my robe.

�Your indiscretions are not to be mentioned at all tonight,� Lucius glowered.

�Of course,� I mumbled.

�Draco, why do you want that undesirable Potter brat anyway?� Narcissa asked curiously.

�He makes me feel�� I glanced at father, he appeared like a cobra ready to strike. The word love dare not escape my lips. �It�s infatuation,� I said softly.
�I will just assume you have temporarily lost your mind,� Father said through clenched teeth, �I am going to dress for the party. When I return, I expect this irritating stupor you�ve been in all week to be a permanent thing of the past. We will find you a pretty girl tonight..�
He stormed away still managing to remain elegant.
I turned to my mother with a protestant gaze. She shrugged signaling, silently, her mutinous agreement with my father. I stuck out my tongue to his retreating back childishly.
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I put on my black dress robes. It was early evening and the sun was just about gone. Father was planning to throw a lavish holiday party for his associates at the ministry. He expected me to dance with any lonely girl if they asked, no matter how young or old, horrid or beautiful. He wanted all of his pupils to have a good time.
My mind was not present.
Winter break could not have come at a worse time. I was still very much addicted. It was not enough to say that I missed Harry Potter. A simple statement like that could not possibly express the ways in which my mind and my body yearned for him. I went from having sex with him at least once a day every day for three months, to cold withdrawal. My nerves were shot and I was more than a little on edge.
I ended the tawdry affair three nights before the break, the night of our threesome. However, even after it ended I let him come to bed in my dorm room because my resolve was so weak.
I had been trying to purge my addicted body ever since. I knew I had to rid myself of my single minded obsession with him but it felt impossible. The longer I was away from him, the more active my imagination became. I was constantly shivering in spite of the warmth in my large home. I wasn�t sure how much longer I could go on without a taste of his graceful little body.
I hoped fucking other boys would help, it didn�t. I felt Potter in my skin. I had increased self-gratification exponentially. It was far from realistic cause it felt like every hour of the day I had a hard on. I didn�t need any tangible picture of Harry to touch myself to. My mind held a stunningly accurate recreation of every single aspect of his face and body.
Throughout the party I was running on auto pilot. I must�ve stepped on several poor girls toes. Distracted and horny, I started sneaking the hard liquor at 10 pm and I ended up following a pretty boy out of the room at around 11 pm. I glanced at father as the boy led me out. His eyes burned furiously into mine. He hated that I continued to embarrass him like this.
The boy was not Harry Potter but I took him up to my bedroom anyway. When I fucked him I kept my eyes shut. I imagined the green eyes, the tender body, the messy black hair, the sound of his raspy, breaking sex voice. I couldn�t cum. It wasn�t enough I needed Potter.

I strolled back downstairs after kicking what�s-his-name out of the bed.

I saw that Professor Snape had arrived and his presence thoroughly irritated me. He was still fucking Harry from what I�d heard. He caught my eye and beckoned me towards him. I sauntered over arrogantly.

�Someone wanted to see you,� Snape said coolly.

I glared at him and placed my hands on my hips. �Who?� I asked. Snape stepped aside and I saw Potter standing there. I blinked but the image didn�t fade. He looked at me cautiously, he was biting into a strawberry from a plate of appetizers he held in his hand.

�How did you-?� I started.

�I saw Mr. Weasley�s invitation� I guess your father invited everyone,� Potter smirked.

�Father likes to show off,� I said still curious as to whether or not I was hallucinating.

I glanced at Lucius. He was fraternizing with some of his colleagues unaware of the presence of the boy who lived in his home.

I wanted Potter naked right there. I was certain I wouldn�t make it to the bed.

�I still love you, you know that right�?� I whispered in his ear. Snape was now talking to the Minister of Magic paying no attention to us.

�We can talk about it later�� he mumbled and I sensed just the smallest trace of irritation in his voice.

�So I assume you got all hot and bothered? Is that why you sought me out? Snape�s not doing it for you?� I snapped.

�Malfoy, honestly� Snape doesn�t want to get involved in this 'mess' as he puts it�� Harry said dryly. He ran his dirty fingers over the bulge in my pants.

�Has he been having sex with you?� I asked.

�I haven�t had sex with anyone since school�� Potter said wringing his fingers anxiously, "though I'm sure you have..." he narrowed his eyes accusingly.

�Let�s go to my room,� I said ignoring his last comment.

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