Title: He Who Must Not Be Sane
Description: After the war, Harry Potter had been slowly slipping into a life of insanity and seclusion. He tries a Mind Healer at the request of Hermione Granger and is willing to bring himself back to a world of peace and closure, but his Mind Healer is Draco Malfoy and he isn't sure how he feels about that.
He was in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. He'd never thought he would ever see it again, but here he was with a hot mug filled with tea in between his palms. Across from him sat a man with pale blonde hair and storm-cloud colored eyes. Despite the fact that the fireplace was lit and the room had to be about 20 degrees, the man wore a dark green scarf around his neck. He was accompanied with an expressionless mask that was oh-so-familiar and his legs were crossed.
"Why do you think you're here, Mr. Potter?" The man started with a question.
"Because my friends think I need help," Harry answered with a hint of malice in his voice. It bothered him that Malfoy was using such professional formalities after their history. It was as if there wasn't an infamous rivalry between them, as if they were strangers, maybe they were.
"Do you think you need help?" Malfoy questioned.
Harry shifted in his seat and traced the handle of the mug with his thumb.
"I don't know what I think. Hermione said I needed someone to talk to and that she knew a good Mind Healer. I didn't realize she meant you."
Malfoy lifted an eyebrow at Harry and folded his hands and put them on his lap and leaned back farther into his armchair.
"Well, I have helped Granger in the past. It is not that surprising that she recommended you to me, Mr. Potter." Even as Malfoy said these words he still wore that cover void of expression.
When Harry did not say anything, he continued. "Well, let's start off with how you're feeling."
"Look Malfoy, I don't really feel comfortable in confiding my feelings to my childhood school rival." Harry said as he narrowed his eyes. Yes, he was being difficult, but he didn't even want to be here in the first place.
"That's fine. You don't have to tell me anything. We could just stare at each other for the remaining of the hour. Either way, I still get paid." He said in a challenging voice.
Harry let his jaw tighten at Malfoy's words. He wasn't supposed to want to hex his Mind Healer was he? Even if said Mind Healer were a pompous git?
"Okay," Harry said, finally giving in, "I mean, as okay one can feel after a divorce."
"Divorce?" Malfoy had the decency to act oblivious and for some reason that set Harry off.
"Don't act like you don't know anything about me and Ginny. It was all over The Daily Prophet for a whole week."
"I only know what you tell me. I have far better things to do than read the fabricated and exaggerated lies of the Prophet, Mr. Potter," Malfoy said easily.
Harry felt his cheeks redden. He didn't read The Daily Prophet either, the only reason he had seen that article was because Ginny had flooed into 12 Grimmauld Place angrily asking Harry how they had managed to find out so fast. That just led to a huge argument which ended in three broken dishes and Harry disconnecting his house from the Floo System.
"We decided we didn't feel the same way about each other that we had at one point in time. Honestly, I don't even know if I even felt the way she thought I did," Harry took a sip of the tea, which surprisingly was just to his taste without having to tell Malfoy he drunk his tea strong, before continuing. "Maybe I did, I don't know. It was great at first, but then the fights became more frequent and..." Harry trailed off, not finishing his sentence.
