Sex Addiction

III

Harry was determined to make the third session work. No more distractions, no more idle chatter. Third times the charm, per se. The first thing he needed to do was get Draco in more often. One a week wasn't enough for the blond to take anything he said seriously, so that was first up on the list- not to mention it was two or three less hours he was able to have sex during the week, which wasn't much, but at least it was something- nine to twelve hours a month.

Second thing was actually coming up with and trying to enforce strategies in Draco's routine. Third was waiting for results- unfortunately. There wasn't much he could do, and since it wasn't life threatening (probably), he wasn't allowed to monitor him outside of therapy sessions. 

"Potter."

Harry didn't jump this time- Draco had a tendency to pop into his office either five minutes late or fifteen minutes early without warning. 

"Hey, how have you been?"

"Alright, I guess." Draco's foot twitched.

"Just alright?" Harry leaned back in his chair, tilting his head curiously. 

Draco sighed. "Pansy is angry because I'm not getting any better and stormed out on me this morning."

"Frustration from those around you is common and not worth thinking about. We're going to get you through this, no matter what it takes. She doesn't understand what addiction feels like, she can't possibly judge you for fighting an unknown force."

Draco's jaw twitched. "Yeah. Thanks."

Harry nodded, studying Draco for a few moments. "I've been thinking... I think you should start coming into my office more often."

"You mean for more therapy sessions?" Draco looked up, his brows furrowed and knee jerking to the side ever so slightly.

"Yes, at least one extra session a week. Our appointments are too spread out and I don't think it's possible for me to help with so little... Input, especially where this is compulsory."

Draco frowned. "Well... If you think it'll help, sure."

"Great. Is there a day and time that works best for you?"

"Same time- three- and maybe Thursday?"

"Alright."

Harry peered over his glasses to look at the screen, scheduling another appointment before sliding back out to look at Draco. "Okay. So the last two sessions we haven't gotten much done. They've been more focused on getting you comfortable around me and in my office- do you think we can progress into more therapeutic sessions now?"

 Draco's lips pursed, looking down at the ground and shifting in his seat while his left hand spasmed slightly. "I mean... I guess..."

Harry frowned, shifting forward slightly. "What's wrong, Draco?"

The blond blinked, looking mildly stunned before shaking his head slightly. "Nothing, nothing. What's the first step to this... Thing?"

Harry frowned. "Well, first we need to try to figure out why this started, and then we move onto coping mechanisms."

"Why this started," Draco repeated, his tone hollow. "I- Well I know exactly why it started, and when."

"That's amazing- most people have no idea and it takes a lot of digging. It's good that you're self-aware. That's an incredible sign. Do you mind telling me?"

Draco rubbed the back of his neck. "Sixth year, back in school- before that, really, but the sex part didn't start until then. I wanted someone really bad- Really bad. But I knew I could never have them, so I started... Sleeping around. Trying to fill the gap. And I guess I'm still trying to fill that gap, but I know it will never work, because it's not them. It takes my mind off of them, and I can pretend, in the bliss of the moment. It just feels good, and it makes the pain of my childhood go away- even if just for a few minutes." He paused, and Harry stayed silent, waiting for him to continue. "You know, Goyle became addicted to opioids. After Crabbe passed away. They were like brothers to each other, and he did it to numb the pain. He passed away three years ago. Overdosed and died in my bathroom while I was getting him some calming draught."

"That's why you don't do painkillers," Harry stated softly, but it was more of a question. Draco nodded, looking miserable. His knee jerked.

"I smoke sometimes- just pot once in a while, sometimes with Pansy. Helps me sleep and relax. But that's it."

Harry nodded slowly, contemplating. "Would you like something? Food? A drink? Fidget?"

"What I'd like is this to stop," the blond huffed, but it cracked in the middle. He looked away, squeezing his eyes shut, obviously trying not to cry.

Harry pursed his lips. This wasn't going to work. The setting- he knew that this wasn't the best way to help Draco. He stood, drawing the blond's attention back to him. "Let's go get a coffee."

"W-What?"

"A coffee," Harry replied simply, grabbing his phone and wallet. "Get your mind off this for a little bit."

"Isn't that against, like, protocol?" Draco questioned, but he was already standing. Harry smiled.

"You really didn't think I'd be boring enough to follow the rules now, did you? C'mon Malfoy, I'm Harry Potter. I already told you I don't do boring."

Draco's lips split into a slight grin, despite the heaviness in his eyes. "Alright, Potter. You've convinced me."

They side-alonged to a nearby café, a quaint but bustling place with yellowed lights, comfortable seats and tables worn through the glossed finish. Harry led Draco over to a booth in the corner, setting his jacket down beside him on the bench and his phone and wallet on the table. When their waiter came over, Harry had to clear his throat.

Draco was staring the man down like a piece of walking candy. Even after he ordered and pretended to look away, Harry caught him staring at the mans ass out of the corner of his eye, hands twitching a bit worse than they normally did.

"Draco," Harry quipped, raising a brow. The blond snapped out of it with a slight jump, flushing.

"Err, sorry. It's been fourteen hours."

Harry blanched. "Why didn't you tell me that!? That's incredible!"

Draco flushed, looking down at the table. "I dunno, it didn't seem like that much of an accomplishment."

"Draco, you went from having one every- What, four to six hours to none in fourteen hours? That's incredible! I haven't even begun to help you and you're making progress on your own, this is an amazing break." 

Draco looked stunned, looking up at. "Err, really?"

Harry was beaming. "Absolutely. It's only been two and a half sessions and you're making progress." 

Draco flushed, looking back down at the table. "Err, thanks."

The waiter came back and this time, Draco only looked for a few seconds to thank him for his drink before turning his gaze back to Harry, who had a look akin to pride on his face. 

Draco felt a little guilty. If only Harry knew that the reason Draco hadn't had sex was because nothing could quite compare to the fantasies of his once arch nemesis, now therapist, railing him into oblivion.