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Freud and his Friends	By : Alexa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Freud and His Friends � 2 � The Therapy - Session 1

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A/N: Kyo-nezumi � I can see the
confusion, and there will probably be loads more of it. He is trying to figure
it out, but it won't be easy � the human psyche is often like a trap of
misunderstanding. If it helps � I will do my very best to
give it a happy end. I just wanted to show that problems in
relationships can stem from more than just outside forces. Each of us is
screwed up enough to find our own way of complicating our lives.

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Draco was sitting in a small office with sparse furniture mainly
consisting of two comfortable seats and a small table. You could see the Tower
at the very top of the window. The rug had a simple straight lines design. The
walls were in beige and light brown, as were the chairs. The therapist was
sitting in a slightly larger chair. He seemed attentive and had a very pleasant
voice. Understanding, interested, polite.

"Mmm� So how should I proceed?"

"Well, you can just start by telling me what caused you to turn to
me."

"I guess you could say I'm impotent. Well, not really. I don't know
what I am."

"What makes you think you're impotent?"

"I don't� function well in bed. Not without a spell or a potion or
something."

"And how long have you had this problem?"

"About six months."

"Are you in a relationship right now?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, you probably know � it was in all the papers when we came
out. I'm living with Harry Potter."

"Yes, I remember. How long have you been together?"

"More than two years now. We started somewhere in sixth year, and
we've been living together from the end of the seventh."

"And your problem started during this summer? When
exactly?"

"About a month after graduation. I just
seem to have lost interest. But at the same time I don't see why. I do love
him. And we are good together."

"Can you tell me what you mean by 'lost interest'?"

"I don't want sex as often. I used to want him like crazy, but now
I can take it or leave it. Recently, more like leave it, unless we use
something."

"How often do you use something?"

"Now we use it every time. We haven't done it without a potion in 3
months. I'm building resistance and the potions have to be stronger each
week."

"And how often do you have sex?"

"Every couple of days."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Sure. I get aroused and I come and it's good."

"But do you enjoy the experience?"

"It's fine."

"Who is usually the one to initiate it?"

"Harry is. Almost always."

"And why do you agree?"

"Why wouldn't I? We love each other, we're together, it's what we always wanted. We're even engaged."

"If you had the choice, and no one would say a word how often would
you do it?"

"Wow� I don't know."

"Once a week? Every other week? Once a month? Once a year?"

"I really don't know."

"Have you tried just not doing it when you don't want to?"

"But I do want to."

"All right, have you tried doing it only when you actively want to
begin it? When you are the one to initiate it?"

"We're beginning to do that now. More because I'm so pissed off
most of the time that there is little chance of doing it unless I ask to."

"And did it improve anything?"

"Not really."

"And how does your partner react to what is happening?"

"He was� surprised at first I think. I was too. He tried working
harder at it, and he didn't say much."

"Was it him or you who suggested using magic to rectify the
situation?"

"It was me. He didn't even think about it. He's not very
magic-oriented in such things. I just decided it was time to do something, so I
found a spell."

"Do you think the problem is mostly physical?"

"No. I just� started to get bored."

"Bored with what exactly? With the positions, places, your partner,�?"

"With just the components of it. You
always know what will happen. Even if it starts with something else, it usually
ends in one of three ways, with the same actions."

"Well, there are ways to get more variety."

"I know, we tried. But there are blowjobs,
rimming, fucking, and just a few more things. You can garnish it with bondage
etc., but it's the same elements. They get rearranged in order, but it's all
the same things. And they are nice, don't get me wrong, but there is just
nothing to look forward to."

"If it's that bad why do you still do it?"

"What should I do? Not have sex?"

"Why not?"

"It's not like it's bad, it's more that I
would add something."

"Such as?"

"Well, it would be nice if you could read, or draw during it. In addition."

"That would be a bit difficult."

"Yeah, tell me about it. But I just feel I'm wasting energy on
things that don't need that much of it� Maybe not energy, but
attention; thoughts."

"�Have you tried being more dominant, having more things to do in
the act to take up your attention?"

"Yes. Not often, though. It used to help somewhat. Now I don't know
� the potion takes care of it."

"I see... Tell me about things outside of bed. You said you are
'pissed off' often?"

"Yes. That's the other problem. I'm annoyed. All
the time. Unless I'm outright angry or scared shitless that I offended
him."

"Are you annoyed with him, or anything
other in particular?"

"With him."

"And when you are not around him?"

"I can be really peaceful and then I don't want to see him or hear
him. So I stay away for as long as I can. But at the same time, 5 minutes later
I call him, or floo him, or worry about why he didn't
call me, and I get regretful for pushing him away, and I'm scared that I'll
lose him."

"When was the last time you were away from him for a long
time?"

"In school."

"And do you wish sometimes that you had more space?"

"Yes. And no. I can't sleep without him,
and I want to talk to him all the time and see him. Except I don't want to talk
to him when he finally calls and when he is there. Then I'm just annoyed at having
to talk to him."

"What do usually talk about?"

"Nothing really. About
love, about Quiddich, about remodeling, about the
wedding, about our jobs."

"Are they interesting conversations?"

"God no. We talked about these things so
many times, there is nothing to say. And there is nothing new. I don't even
like myself when we talk. My own voice is starting to get on my nerves. Just saying the same thing over and over again. I feel
stupid for talking about the same things, saying the same things. But I don't
feel like there is more to say."

"And Harry?"

"Probably the same. And we fight often.
That's a little bit more interesting, but I don't know what we fight about, so
it's even worse in some ways � scarier."

"Why scarier?"

"Because I feel like there is something there, almost like a
force that is doing something to us, and it is something inside of me,
and I have no idea what it is, I can't touch it. I can do nothing about it, and
he can't save us from it because I can't tell him what it is."

"Does he know there is something?"

"Yes. He says it frightens him too."

"�Okay� since our time is almost over, lets
go over some things. I'd like you to stop using potions and spells � so that we
can see what is happening without them. Try initiating and leading the next
time � take everything into your own hands, and be as inventive as you can. If
you don't feel like it then don't do it, just don't. And if you can � every
time you get upset with Harry, note what you are upset about; just write it
down. The same when you fight. Can you do that?"

"Yes, o.k."

"Good. Then I'll see you in a week."

"O.k. Goodbye, thank you."

"You're welcome. Have a good week."

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A/N: This fic will basically be about Draco
trying to work things out in therapy. And vast majority of the story will be in
this kind of dialog.
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