Sex Addiction

VI

Near the end of the session, Draco noticed Harry packing up and sent him a questioning look. "It's only one."

"The only patient I had for today rescheduled."

Draco nodded slowly. "Do you maybe- Erm, nevermind."

Harry sent him a questioning look. "No, c'mon, what were you going to say?"

"I-Was-Wondering-If-You-Maybe-Wanted-To-Come-Over," Draco blurted out, face flushing darkly as he looked away. Harry grinned. Cute.

"I'd love to."

Draco's head whipped around so fast Harry was surprised he didn't snap his neck in the process. "Wait, really?"

Harry rose a brow. "For someone typically very confident in everything they do, you seem oddly nervous about just inviting me over."

Draco flushed. "Sex is normal, I'm used to it. The only friend I have is Pansy, and we've been best friends for years. This... This is something out of my element."

Harry smiled reassuringly, reaching out to gently squeeze Draco's shoulder. "There's nothing to be nervous about Draco. I'm not going to judge you for anything- This whole thing was my idea in the first place."

The blond nodded cautiously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Err, thanks."

Harry smiled once more, shutting down his computer before turning to face Draco. "Well? I'm ready when you are."

The blond held out a hand, flushing when Harry took it with a soft smile, squeezing gently before he felt the force of apparition whisking him out of his office before landing at the gate of a modestly elegant home. It wasn't exactly what Harry was expecting- It was small, a two-story home with more land than actually building. There was a house elf out front, watering some plants on a windowsill.

"I'm home, Tulip. How are the flowers doing?"

The house elf turned, beaming brightly. "Draco! Tulip is so happy to see you. The flowers are doing well since you added some extra phosphate."

Draco smiled, walking up the cobbled path towards the home. "That's great. How is this flower doing?" he asked teasingly, kneeling in front of the house elf who giggled happily, hugging her gently.

"Tulip is doing great, thank you sir. Who is this accompanying you?"

Harry, still dumbfounded from Draco's interaction with the elf, blinked mutely. "This is Harry- Harry Potter. He's visiting for a little bit."

"Hello Harry Harry Potter!" Tulip beamed, making Draco laugh.

"Just Harry will work," Harry stumbled over his words, flushing. "Hello, Tulip."

"Will Tulip prepare some food for you two?" The house elf asked excitedly, shifting from foot to foot. She was wearing a small pair of overalls, which Harry both found interesting and adorable.

"I could use a smoothie, if you don't mind. Harry?"

"Huh? Oh- Yeah, a smoothie sounds great."

Draco rolled his eyes, taking Harry's wrist and dragging him inside the house. "I can tell you're in shock," the blond noted, shutting the door behind the three of them. "Tulip is a free elf from the manor, but she followed me when I moved."

The house elf shuddered. "Master Lucius was vile and hurt us. Draco would heal us and take care of us when we got hurt behind his back. Tulip and her family is very thankful for him."

"That is very kind of him." Harry squeezed Draco's hand, unable to keep the smile off his face.

Draco flushed while Tulip rushed off towards the kitchen, which Harry could see into from the living room where he was standing. There was a large counter with a set of saloon-style swinging doors dividing the two rooms. "So... Yeah. Living room, kitchen, off to the left is the bathroom and dining room. To the right is the stairs and the basement, and upstairs there are a few bedrooms, an office and another bathroom."

"It's beautiful- It feels like a home." Draco seemed to preen at the compliment like a kit getting milk. "What are these?" Harry asked, gesturing towards the coffee table, where a large assortment of trash bits and rusted pieces of metal resided. 

Draco smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Tulip loves collecting things she finds. Every once in a while she lays them out to look at them- These are all from the garden."

"That's adorable."

"It really is," Draco sighed adoringly, a soft smile gracing his features.

"You mentioned a garden- is it just the flowers out front?"

"No, there's another garden out back- Tulip loves to help me garden, but she prefers flowers, so she typically stays in the front with the roses and such." Draco's words came out fast and slightly slurred, as if scared he was going to get cut off.

"Slow down," Harry coaxed gently, squeezing Draco's hand. "No need to rush. I'm here to listen for however long you need me, okay?"

Draco flushed but nodded. "Bad habit I picked up, sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"Draco! Harry! Tulip has prepared fruit drinks!"

Draco smiled proudly at the house elf, taking the glasses from her. "Thank you so much sweetheart, these look incredible. "

"There's more if you'd like-"

"You take it," Draco ushered with a soft smile, "enjoy a drink."

The elf squeezed the edge of her overalls and smiled appreciatively, skipping back towards the kitchen.

Draco handed Harry a glass of the creamy pink frozen drink with whipped cream, a cherry and a matching pink straw.

Draco blushed, holding up his drink. "Cheers, I suppose."

Harry couldn't help but grin, tapping the rim of his cup against Draco's. "Cheers."

They spent two hours talking before Draco insisted on getting ready, disappearing upstairs for a good thirty or forty minutes before reappearing, and Harry's jaw just about dropped.

It was a simple outfit but fuck if he didn't make it look amazing. Black trousers, a single strip black belt and a white button up tucked into his pants. Every bit of clothing clung to his body perfectly to accentuate every curve, from his hips to his waist to his arse, and Harry couldn't tear his eyes away.

"-rry? Harry?"

Harry snapped out of his stupor, shaking his head slightly. "Sorry, what?"

Draco was flushed a bright red. "I was gonna ask if this was okay for an outfit."

"Oh, uh, yeah, it looks great," Harry stammered, his own face flushing red.

"Aren't you gonna change?" Draco asked, raising a single brow. Harry looked down at his clothes and cursed.

"I'd have to stop by my flat, I'll just wear this."

Draco tilted his head, pouting slightly. "But you're gonna be uncomfortable in the clothes all day."

How could Harry possibly say no to that face?