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The Surrogate	By : Dahliana Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Surrogate
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Harry Sees a Mind Healer
Harry looked down at his wilting erection in shame, blinking back tears he listened to Ginny’s ranting and raving.
She was right though, he wasn’t a real man. Real men don’t have problems like this.

Real men can get it up and keep it up around their wives.
But he couldn’t and he didn’t know why.
She was gorgeous, with her pale skin fiery red hair and Quidditch toned body, so it couldn’t be her, no definitely not her.
It was all his fault, It was always somehow his fault. You didn’t see Ron with this problem
“. . .And I knew this was going to happen and that’s why I booked an appointment with a sexologist who’s rumored to be the best in the business .”
“Wait a minute a what?” he asked certain he hadn’t heard what he thought he heard.

“A sexologist for the love of Merlin Harry, you have a serious problem, and I am done. I’m going on tour with the Harpies,”
Ginny said holding up her hand to stop his usual protests, “ and I’m giving you one last chance Harry.
If we have one more of these little. . . episodes, we are finished.
I want children Harry, and we need to be able to have sex in order for me to get what I want, which I can’t get from you right now.
If you can’t get it up and keep it up the next time I’m in town, I will find someone who can.”
Harry stared at his girlfriend as she threw on some clothes and gathered her suitcase.
“Her card is on the dining room table. And I swear to Merlin Harry if you miss this appointment I will hex your bollocks of myself.” she said on her way out the door.
He watched as she stomped sown the side walk and disapparated with a crack.
Shoulders sagging in shame Harry turned and walked into the dining room and picked up the business card.
Dr. Matilda Deverill- Sex Therapist
Merlin help him, it was a woman.
Sighing, Harry turned to shower and get dressed for his appointment, hoping to talk to Hermione for moral support before his manhood was ripped away by some shrink.
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Harry walked towards the front desk with his shoulders hunched and his head down. As he approached the brunette woman at the desk, who was shuffling papers in an attempt to look busy, he lifted the sunglasses slightly and cleared his throat.
The witch, Mabel Halverson the name plate read, looked up with slightly raised eyebrows over ice blue eyes, as she took in his horrible attempt at a disguise.
He wore a black ball cap pulled low over his forehead to hide his scare and a pair of aviators, however what really amused her was the horrible attempt to glamour on a moustache.
And what a moustache it was, long, thick in the middle and thinning out ending in a curlicue pattern.
“May I help you sir?” she asked attempting to stifle her giggles.
“Is it that obvious?” he asked glancing around the almost empty waiting room, smiling slightly
“Oh yes, but I understand your need for secrecy. Not to worry though, there are plenty of men with issues similar to whatever yours may be, Healer Deverill has seen it all.
“Not all,” he muttered adjusting his hat lower over his forehead.
“I’m here for an appointment with Healer Deverill.”
“Name?”
“Umm. . .”
“I just need to let her know who’s here.” she said glancing up at him with an understanding smile.
Sighing Harry removed his hat and after looking around once more to make sure the other patients weren’t paying him any attention, he lifted his bangs, uncovering his scar.
Her eyes widened briefly before she regained he composure and nodded understandingly, “I’ll let the Healer know you’re here Mr. Smith.” she said disappearing through the door directly to the right of her desk.
Replacing his hat Harry turned to find a chair. As soon as he sat however the door re-opened and a middle-aged appeared with the secretary who smiled at him again as she returned to her desk to resume her paper shuffling.
The middle-aged woman, whom he correctly assumed was Healer Deverill, wore mint green robes that matched the mint green frames on her glasses perched atop her head.
Her mousy brown hair was pulled back in a severe bun that instantly reminded him of McGonagall, “Hello Mr. Smith,. I’m Healer Deverill, why don’t you follow me back into my office and we’ll chat for a little while?”
“Pleasure to meet you Healer Deverill.” Harry said giving her a nervous smile and following her back into he office.
Maybe this won’t be so bad he thought, she seems legit, hopefully she can figure out what my problem is and fix it.
They sat and discussed many things, including who he really was, Quidditch, his relationship with Ginny and any career aspirations he had when he looked up and saw that it had already been an hour and a half and that hadn’t even got to the reason why he was here in the first place.
“Um, Healer Deverill?”
“Yes Mr. Potter?” she asked smiling knowingly.
“Call me Harry please, Healer. Um. . . Well. . . About why I’m here. . .” he began.
“Yes, of course Harry, what seems to be the problem?” she asked gently.
“I’ve been having. . . Intimacy issues.” he admitted blushing deeply.
“Ok can you explain what your having issues with, more specifically?”
“Um yea, ok. . . Well it’s like this, I can get, you know. . . Aroused” he said with a grimace, “but by the time I’m ready to, you know, uh. . . Get on with it, I, sort of lose it. . .”
“Oh?” she asked, “and do you know why that is?”
“No Healer, I was kind of hoping you could tell me I’m afraid of commitment or afraid of having kids accidentally or that I’m a freak of nature or something.” he said miserably.
“Is that what you think Harry?” she asked gently “that you’re a freak of nature just because you have issues maintaining an erection?
Because believe me when I say that is not the case, and if we are going to get anywhere in these sessions you must think positive. Positive thinking can make all the difference in the world.”
Harry hung his head and was mortified to feel his eyes burning hot with tears.
“I’m sorry Healer Deverill, I’ll do better next time.” he said miserably.
“Harry I have a feeling that something has happened in your life that is causing you to avoid intimacy.
Whether it is consciously or sub-consciously, from what we’ve discussed I feel as though you aren’t really happy with your life, and that you are in a way just ‘going with the flow.’”.
When was the last time you simply did something because it’s what Harry wanted to do?”
Speechless, Harry thought. . . And thought. . . And thought, but his mind came up blank.
Surely he’d done loads of stuff he wanted to do. .. Like what? his subconscious asked.
Yea, yea you’re right don’t rub it in. he thought huffing to himself.
“Harry, I want to prescribe a Muggle treatment called hypnosis. I think there are some demons in your past that your subconscious has buried and in order for me to help you, we need to know what happened.”
He froze.
“Harry? Are you alright?” asked Healer Deverill
“Y-yes I’m fine, just a l-little warm.” he said wiping his forehead.
“Remember, you can accept or decline any form of my treatment that you are uncomfortable with, I won’t pressure you to do anything.” she said touching his knee briefly.
“Yea I know, but I’d like to find out what is holding me back.” he said shaking his head as if in a dream.
“Alright if you would just lie back on the couch, we’ll get started.
Close your eyes, and begin to breath, slowly and deeply.
With each breath let your body soften and relax.
Breath and let the sound of my voice wash away all concerns.
I’m going to count backwards from 10 to 1 and with each number you will fall deeper and deeper into relaxation.
Ten. . . think about letting your feet and toes and ankles relax and get loose.
Nine Now relax all the muscles in your legs... in you calves, your knees your thighs... very relaxed... feel those legs getting heavy and heavier...
Eight . . .now feel that relaxation spreading into your body... your chest....

Seven ... and now feel that relaxation in your shoulders... spreading all the way down your arms... down to you hands... your fingers... and those arms feel so heavy... so relaxed... it is as if they belong to someone else...
Six. . .now allow your neck to relax... become aware of your face relaxing... your cheeks... your jaw... your lips ...
Five let your eyes relax... your eyebrows...your forehead...
Four. . . everything feels loose and heavy... as if you arms and legs were made of stone... totally relaxed... you can enjoy this feeling of total relaxation... letting go... and the more you relax the more you can relax...
Three. . .as your mind drifts off you feel a wave of relaxation traveling down your body ... down and down... from the top of your head... relaxing your face... relaxing your neck... your shoulders your body... spreading... down and down... gently and easily... feel your body sinking down... safe and warm and secure...
Two ... and each soft gentle breath out... is relaxing you more... and that relaxing means you can relax deeper and deeper now... letting go... drifting away... nothing matters... enjoying that that lovely feeling...
One... You have reached total relaxation. . . You are totally at ease... and your mind can drift away to a place... far, far away.... a place where you feel relaxed... where all your memories are, deeper. . deeper. . .

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When Harry came two it was to see Healer Deverill rummaging through her desk drawer.

She was a little pale and as she sifted through papers her hands shook.
“Aha.” she exclaimed finally, pulling out what looked to be a black business card with silver lettering.
“Mr. Potter, while I am what many would consider the best in the field, I do have limitations.
Although I can cure you of your mental and emotional trauma, it’s the physical that I’m worried about.
Which is why I’m sending you to a something like a specialist.

He is the best at what he does even though it is still considered a somewhat uncouth.” she said with a smile.
“The point is Mr. Potter that I trust him. I wouldn’t send you to him if I didn’t. Now I want you to take his card and floo him as soon as you get home in order to set up an appointment.
“Sure thing Healer Deverill” he said somewhat confused, :But may I ask what was so bad that you think I need as specialist?”
“Oh Harry” she said sadly, “I recorded the session, as is standard practice, however I would much rather we discuss it on you next visit.”
“Alright then, whatever you suggest,” he replied getting up off of the comfy couch and reapplying his glamours.
At the door he turned again to shake her hand and take the offered business card.
Back at home he forgot about the card until he took of his jeans in the bathroom, cursing his forgetfulness he hurried to the floo hoping someone was still in the office.

Searching for a floo address as he froze as he noticed the name on the front of the card.
He read over the name once more to be sure and closed his eyes, briefly wishing Voldemort really had killed him.
He opened his eyes and read the name a third time, wishing for better results.
No such luck.
The name was achingly familiar and one he had hated all those years ago.
As luck would have it the only person on the planet that could solve his problem was none other than Draco Sodding Malfoy.
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