Obsessive–compulsive disorder better known as OCD, Draco suffers from it, he wants to control basically everything, how long he showers: exactly five minutes, how long his phone calls are: exactly fifteen minutes, how long he brushed his teeth: exactly two minutes and so on, but one thing he hates is that one boy names Harry in his class group, he had to go to a special group where the class groups stays the same always and his class group existed out of five people, three of them understanded Draco's disorder and tried to live with it and one of them was Draco himself and then you had Harry Potter, he didn't give a fuck, Draco wasn't even sure if Harry knew, so he was going to find out and that Monday he did the usual and sat next to his classmate. "Harry." he whispered. Harry looked up and looked really anxious. "what?" Harry tried to talk. "I don't know if you know, but I have OCD and it is really annoying when you keep moving your stuff." Draco said. "I'm sorry, I'll try to think about it." Harry said and looked away, he put his water bottle on the left side of his desk and his book in front of him and his pens on the right side. "I'll try to keep it like this." Harry said and he kept looking at his desk. "is there something wrong with you?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head. "okay." Draco said and he opened his book and counted the pages of his book and the teacher told them to go to page 300, so Draco counted every single page until he was there and the lesson started.
After the bell rang exactly fifty minutes later everyone left and Draco went home, he opened the door slowly and walked towards his room, he put of his shoes and put them in front of his bed, he placed his bag on the left side of his desk and grabbed his homework and started doing it for an hour. When he was done he put his homework away and stepped underneath the shower for five minutes.
"Draco there is someone at the door for you!" his mother called, right after he was done showering. Draco went downstairs and opened the door. "Harry?" Draco asked. Harry looked down avoiding eye contact. "I accidentally put your math in my bag." Harry said and handed the book to Draco. "I'm sorry to bother you." Harry said. "how do you know where I live?" Draco asked. Harry started breathing heavily. "I-" he stopped talking. "did you follow me?" Draco asked. "Draco stop talking like that, he's scared." His mother said. Draco sighed. "thanks." Draco said and grabbed his book and still looked at Harry for an answer. "and why aren't you looking at me when I talk to you, that's fucking rude." Draco said. "Draco." His mother said. "whatever." Draco said and he walked upstairs he grabbed his phone and called Pansy.
"it's okay Harry, I know Draco can be very annoying." Narcissa said. Harry didn't answer. "I am a therapist, I know that you have social anxiety and you think it's hard to talk to people, I know that, I understand you and I know the way Draco reacted to you isn't helping." Narcissa said. Harry looked at her. She gave him a smile. "I don't know what caused this form of anxiety and if you want to talk to me, I'm here to listen." Narcissa said. Harry nodded. "do you wanna talk?" she asked. Harry nodded again. "let's go to a little more private room." Narcissa said. Harry nodded again and they walked towards a room with two couches and a desk and a desk chair. "make it yourself comfortable, do you want anything to drink?" Narcissa asked. "no ma'am." Harry said. "you can call me Narcissa, are you sure you don't want anything?" she asked. Harry didn't talk. "do you want a tea?" she asked. Harry nodded, she gave him a smile and walked out of the room. after ten minutes she came back. "it's chamomile tea." She said. "thank you." Harry said. "so you obviously don't like talking." Narcissa said. "I don't, I like to stay quiet and read and draw and write and listen to music." Harry spoke his first full sentence since he came here. "you write?" she asked. Harry nodded. "what do you write?" she asked. "it's really bad." Harry said. "do you have it with you?" she asked. Harry handed his phone and she read a piece of it. "it's wonderful, it's like I'm reading a real book, even better. Harry why do you say it's bad?" she asked. "my uncle says so." Harry answered. "you don't have to listen to him." Narcissa said. Harry nodded. "and you draw?" she asked. "it's even worse." Harry answered and showed her a drawing on his phone. "it's a digital art, it was a picture of my dad and a 'friend' of him Regulus." Harry said. "I think it's beautiful." Narcissa smiled. "is there a reason you are scared?" she asked. Harry wanted to tell her, but the door opened. "sorry, I didn't know you were talking." Draco closed the door again. "I'll be right back." Narcissa said.
"Draco!" Narcissa closed the door. "how am I supposed to know, you're in a therapy session on your free day?" Draco asked. "this person needed it and they aren't paying for this, it's just an act of kindness." Narcissa said. "so? How am I supposed to know you're working?" Draco asked. "Draco I know you have difficulties with changes, but please next time you walk towards this door knock. This person here has issues, and I'm already talking to him for thirty minutes and he is scared. I want to make him feel comfortable, walking in can give bad reviews and isn't formal." Narcissa said. Draco sighed. "and you better apologize to that boy tomorrow." Narcissa said. "yes mom." Draco said and he walked away. Narcissa walked back inside and looked with a friendly smile at Harry. "go on." She said and sat back down. "when I was young my mom and dad died, someone dropped me off by the only family I have left. my aunt and uncle and I don't know why I'm telling you this, but they weren't nice to me, still not. Whenever I was proud of a drawing I made, they told me it was ugly, or it wasn't realistic enough, and when I wrote a book they found all my grammatical mistakes, or told me it wasn't possible, they use me as their slave and beat me up when I don't obey, and when I talk they say I sound ridiculous." Harry said. Narcissa nodded and looked at the clock, she had to prepare dinner actually. "am I bothering your time?" Harry asked. "no, it's getting late aren't they concerned you aren't home yet?" Narcissa asked. Harry shook his head. "they just enjoy me being late, they don't have to cook food for me, they don't anyways." Harry said. "do you want to stay over for food? My husband isn't home and Draco wouldn't mind." Narcissa said. "he would know something is wrong with me." Harry said. "nothing is wrong with you, you just needed to talk." Narcissa said. "really?" Harry asked. she nodded. "besides who is he to judge you, you are the only one who can judge yourself, and he wouldn't judge you." Narcissa said. harry nodded. "thank you." Harry said. she smiled. "we eat steak tonight do you like that?" she asked. "I guess." Harry answered. "are you sure?" she asked. "I once had the scraps of my cousin's plate and I like that." Harry answered. "you'll enjoy mine better." She smiled and opened the door. "oh good mom, you should start cooking." Draco stood in front of the door. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, don't stand in front of the door, I told you that before." Narcissa said. "Harry?" Draco asked. Harry looked back at the ground. "he's staying over for dinner." Narcissa said. Draco nodded. "we don't have enough drinks anymore, can you get some in the grocery store?" Narcissa asked. Draco nodded. "are you going with him?" Narcissa asked towards Harry. he nodded. "bring five coke and ten lemonade." Narcissa said. Draco nodded and grabbed his jacket and went upstairs. "he's getting his shoes." Narcissa informed. Harry nodded. "here is the money." Narcissa said. "thank you." Harry said and put it in his pocket.
They walked together towards the store. "this way is shorter." Harry pointed towards a street. "I always do the same way." Draco said. Harry nodded and followed Draco. "I'm sorry I was rude when you came to my house, it's just not what I'm used to." Draco said. "it's fine." Harry said. "no it's not, you've talked to my mother it means something is wrong with you." Draco said. "nothing is wrong with me." Harry said. "it sounds like it is." Draco said. "I am just anxious." Harry said. "see." Draco said. Harry glared at him. "sorry, I shouldn't have said that, mom is right though, nothing I wrong with you, nothing is wrong with me, we're ourselves. Who are others to judge us?" Draco asked. Harry looked at him. "like I already said, I was rude to you, and you didn't react normal to it, it probably has to do something with your past, and mom knows, it will always be her secret. Maybe you tell other people maybe you don't it's your choice." Draco said. "I never talked this much to people." Harry said. "that's a good first step, thrusting people." Draco said. "I thrust your mom, I don't know why." Harry said. "that's great, who do you thrust more?" Draco asked. "I thrust our teacher, and I thrust you." Harry said. "wait for real?" Draco asked. "yes." Harry answered. "thanks." Draco said. "I thrust you enough to say that the reason I'm anxious is because I my aunt and uncle are abusive." Harry said. "thanks for sharing." Draco said. Harry blushed. Draco stopped walking. "what?" Harry asked. "I don't know." Draco said and looked at Harry. "are you okay?" Harry asked. "can I pick up your hand?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and Draco picked up his hand. "it feels more right." Draco answered. "what do you mean?" Harry asked. "sometimes I have feelings for people and I have to do something that feels right with them." Draco said. Harry chuckled. "what?" Draco asked. "I like this." Harry said. "really?" Draco asked. Harry nodded and looked at Draco.
