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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 - 4 - Session 6

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A/N: Sorry it took so long. Hope
you're still enjoying this. Also, I guess this is even more AU now - since I haven't even read HBP yet. Don't know - I seem to have become more of a HP fanfiction fan than HP fan. Weird, huh? (This is
un-betaed, as usual, so I'm sorry for any mistakes.)

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"Good
morning."

"Morning."

"So
how are things?"

"Shitty as usual."

"What
happened?"

"He's
leaving for a camp-out with all of our friends this weekend. Without
me."

"Why
aren't you going?"

"I
can't! I have a house I need to finish and submit on Sunday! I have clients
waiting. It's bloody impossible to postpone!"

"And
you are upset because he is going without you. I assume you told him how you
feel about it?"

"Of
course I did! He's still going! He said that I'll be busy with the house, so I
won't even notice he's missing. And that he doesn't see why a couple of days
apart are such a big problem � he leaves for Auror training
all the time. And his friends haven't seen him in a while, and he'd like to
catch up. And then he said that he'd be happy if I could join the camping. I
don't even know where to start listing all that is wrong with what he
said!"

"Start
at the top."

"Okay.
One � of course I'll notice he's missing. But that's not the point; the point
is that he shouldn't go camping without me. He shouldn't want to. Aren't we
supposed to be a couple? Two � him leaving for Auror field training is a big deal as well. He goes so
often I wander if he just likes doing it, and being without me. No other trainee
leaves as often. I know � I asked around. Every other week is too much. And
when I confronted him he said that it is his duty. Unconvincing.
It's other people's duty too, you don't see them doing
it so often. They find balance between work and life. He doesn't know there is
supposed to be balance."

"He
is a rather prominent figure in our world, and he is more powerful than many
others. It could be that there is more pressure on him to train more."

"I
know. There is. It's just he doesn't even seem to mind it. I listen to the
things he describes sometimes, and enough of them are close to pointless. He
could draw the line at those, but he doesn't. Is it not worth it?"

"One
other possibility could be that he started to avoid being home too often since
things are strained."

"Probably. Except I don't care! He should be home at least some of
the time! Why did he propose then? Isn't it supposed to be 'for better or
worse?'"

"True.
I think we should change pace for a while." With that the Dr. went about preparing some tea and coffee for
Draco and himself. "One sugar, right?"

"Yes.
Thank you."

"Now,
do you remember we said it was worth tracing your relationship to see if we can
pinpoint more clearly the cause for the changes?"

"Yes."

"Would
you mind if we tried it now?"

"No,
it's fine."

"Good.
How did you meet?"

"Just before our first year at Hogwarts. At Madame Malkin's."

"And
how did things go?"

"Badly. He later told me he thought I was the most stuck up child
he'd met so far. And I did manage to insult his first friend even before we
were introduced. Almost prophetic, wouldn't you say?"

"Not
really. I don't think it's wise to see relationships in terms
of prophesies and destinies. It takes away any responsibility and power
from the people involved, and it leaves little hope for change." The
therapist smiled, "I wouldn't be what I am, if I didn't think things could
be changed by people's actions. So you were saying?"

'Huh...' "Well, we didn't hit it off.
And later that day he rejected me completely when I offered him my friendship. In quite an insulting way, actually."

"The offer or the rejection?"

"The rejection. It didn't help that he was the first person to ever
reject me. I am a Malfoy after all. And then he got sorted into Gryffindor �
the worst house in the school, well, maybe rivaled by Hufflepuff.
So I felt I had the full justification to make his life miserable at school. I
think it worked nicely, too. You don't want a Malfoy as your enemy, even if it
is a very young Malfoy." He smiled. "Things seemed so simple those
days."

"And
when did it change?"

"I
would say at the end of fifth year, really. He got my father arrested, and I
went from despising him to hating him. And then I saw him on the station
in the beginning of the year, and I couldn't believe how I loathed him.
He still had his posse, and then some, and Ginny was clinging to his leg
like a puppy, and people were staring with admiration � as usual, but worse
this time � since Voldemort was back, and he was their hope for salvation, and
he finally looked like he'd grown into his whole 'hero' image. Confident, grave, no more slumped shoulders, no more shyness, just
straight forward determination. I, on the other hand was treated like a
leper by most of the people there. Even some Slytherins considered me
unbeneficial to associate with. It was like he's taken part of what was
supposed to be mine. So I did what I could to remind him what he did wrong �
how he caused death, even his parent's death."

"Did
it work?"

"Not
by a long shot! He blocked most things I said, like I wasn't important enough
anymore. As if I didn't even exist in his world."

"I'm
guessing it didn't feel good."

"Not at all. I used to be a Malfoy, and it used to mean that I
had the respect and fear of the people around me, that I had a set place in the
world, and that if there was something I wanted, I had the right to reach out and get it; moreover, it should
have been offered to me. And it was like Harry set something in motion when he
first rejected me � he robbed me of all these things starting from simply
saying no. He took so much away from me � almost everything; because he didn't
give me what was mine the first time � if Draco Malfoy goes as far as to offer
you friendship, you accept, gratefully. It's a great gift, a great honor, and he
changed all that.

So I hated him. Which snapped into something very
different a few months into school year. Hate-sex �
nothing like it."

"Can
you tell me how it 'snapped' exactly?"

"We
were fighting. It was the first time I finally got him to react, he really
fought me. We had an all-out brawl in the entrance hall right after lunch, and
the teachers had to stun us both to stop us. So that evening after detention I
sought him out (he had detention with MacGonnagall
till ten, so I knew I could catch him on the way to the Gryffindor Tower)
and picked up from where we left off. I think I could have killed him that
night if we really fought again, but he was back to his 'I have more important
things in my life than you, Malfoy' pose � the one he had from the year's
start, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I've spent two months doing
everything I could think of to hurt him, pushing every button I could find,
finally got him where it hurts enough to attack, and he was back to his
uncaring bastardly self in less than a day! So I tried rousing him again, and
at some point said something about him being a gutless pouf. It was a really
more like a side thing than the insult, but he zeroed in on it, and had the
balls to ask if I was so angry because I couldn't have a piece myself. And that
he wouldn't do a 'trash' like me if his life depended on it, so why did I think
it was my place to comment on his sexual orientation. Anyway, I showed him how it
was my place."

"It
was just about showing him, then?"

"Yes.
Showing that I did have a place, and that I did have a right, and that I could
never, ever, be ignored. I took all what was mine out of him, the very first
thing he took from me � I made him recognize who I was, and I made sure he
couldn't say 'no, thank you' this time." He smiled, "God, that was good sex."

"What
came next? What changed it into what you have now?"

"Well,
you see it worked. I set things back in the 'right' direction � he couldn't bring
himself to ignore me now. All of a sudden we fought every day, every word I
said worked him up, and his friends couldn't hold him from a fight. We got a
few more detentions, when we were caught by the teachers �
which was often because I enjoyed taunting him in public, breaking every
pose he had. And after one of the detentions he sought me out. He
tried to get 'this thing' over, and say that things weren't going to go on like
that. He officially warned me to stay out of his way."

"How
did you react?"

"I
made sure to reinforce the first lesson he got. It was easier this time. He
knew what I was trying to do, but that knowledge made him weak � he got turned
on, too. It progressed from there. I fucked him, then
he fucked me � when he stopped lying to himself that he wasn't interested. And,
you see, it's really hard to wage war in the afterglow, so sometimes you might
even talk afterwards. That's pretty much how we got together."

"Your
sex drive was functioning well then?"

"Oh,
yes."

"And
when you moved on from hate-sex to more amiable relationship, did it still
function at the same level?"

"Yes.
Absolutely."

"When
did you decide you were in love?"

"The summer of that year. Not seeing him proved too much. I owled saying I loved him by the end June. He told me
before, when we were still in school."

"How
did you react?"

"I
think I said 'thank you.'"

"And
how did you feel?"

"Bit
flattered, I guess. I remember I didn't feel much at all. Just
nothing. It wasn't a surprise, it's Harry we're
talking about, he couldn't not fall in love once he really got going. That's
just him."

"Interesting. You felt no satisfaction? No Joy? No horror?"

"No.
I felt� satisfaction� earlier. When I already knew I got him. The first two
months I think I was very satisfied. I knew what I wanted to get and I got it. Just as a Malfoy should."

"So
you wanted him before hand?"

"I'm
sure I must have."

"From
what you said, Mr. Potter was something you wanted, and having sex finally got
him for you."

"Well,
yes. I wanted a lot from him � first year in. I didn't just go offering my hand
to every boy I met."

"No,
I wouldn't think that. When the satisfaction of having him dissipated, what
took its place?"

"Anticipation,
interest,� and I did enjoy feeling naughty and doing
something so impossible. Harry Potter � wow, he was like the forbidden fruit
for a Malfoy. Of course I was probably the same for him."

"I
think we may have found one of the major components of your relationship."

"That being?"

"The lure of the forbidden."

Draco
smiled. "Yes, probably."

"Well,
since our time is drawing to a close, I think we should continue with this next
time."

"Sure."

"I
do hope you do something nice for yourself over the weekend. Just enjoy your
alone-time, and try to relax."

"I
will."

"Good.
Have a good week, Draco."

"You too, Dr. Carring."

"Frank."

"Frank."
With that and a smile, Draco left.
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