Sex Addiction

I

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, dropping his glasses onto his desk. Aubrey Grant was a special guest being transferred through his program until a larger institute was able to take her, and he couldn't wait. Don't get him wrong, he loved all his patients, and he loved helping her, but she was the type of person that made Harry remove all potentially breakable objects just for her session- one that went off at a hairpin trigger with the spontaneity of a forty-year old grenade. Since it was a no-magic facility, he spent time putting his office back together after one of Aubrey's breakouts- picking up fidget toys from the floor and dropping them back into the basket, collecting rubber bands before there was a knock at his door.

He rushed to his desk, clicking the switch to the right of his computer to allow the guest in. "Mrs. Jane, I wasn't expecting you!" Harry said, smiling politely as he resumed picking up items from the floor. "What do you need?"

"You have an impromptu session scheduled- I sent you an email about it earlier. I have him here but-" the secretary paused, looking around his office. "I can ask for a reschedule if-"

"No no no, it's alright," Harry rushed, picking up the last of the trash spilled from the tipped over trash bin, dropping it back in place before brushing his hands off on his jeans. "I can see him now, where is he?"

"Well, I'll let him do the talking. C'mon, in you go."

Harry blinked in surprise but quickly managed to mask it, holding his hand out. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

The blond sniffed, looking uncomfortable. "I know your bloody name, Potter."

Harry kept his smile none the less, waving Mrs. Jane out the door, listening as the door clicked shut and locked itself. 

"So. Decided you couldn't get enough of the hero nonsense and decided to play some more?" Draco sneered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We're not here to talk about me," Harry replied simply. "Why are you here?"

"You'd think you'd know better than to ask that question. You work in the addiction department."

"Well yes, but there are numerous types of addiction," Harry replied calmly, lowering himself into his office chair. "Take a seat."

Draco opened his mouth, probably to argue, but ended up shriveling his face up into a look of disgust before dropping into a seat, his foot twitching. "Pansy is forcing me to be here," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't think I have a problem."

"So... Alcohol?" Harry questioned, tilting his head. 

Draco scoffed. "No more than three glasses of wine a week."

"Painkillers?"

"Please. That destroys my body- I have no interest in that."

Harry wracked his mind for something that wouldn't destroy his body- the reason addictions need to be broken is because they can lead to permanent damage or fatality. So far, he wasn't doing that at all. What could he be addicted to? Some people don't think LSD effects the body, but-

Draco's right arm contracting violently startled him out of his thoughts. A sign of strong drugs- Cocaine, Heroin, et cetera.

"I'm stumped. What are you addicted to, Malfoy?" 

Draco sighed, seeming much more grounded about the situation. "According to Pansy, and an online survey, I'm addicted to sex."

Harry blinked. He'd never dealt with that type of addiction before- but he'd take it the same as anything else. "Okay. How many times a week do you engage in sexual activity, then?"