I do not own the rights to any of the Harry Potter characters – they one hundred per cent belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I also have adapted the plot for this story from the movie Cruel Intentions, which I also do not own the rights to.

Cruel to be kind

- Cured -

"Lets try and focus, shall we?" Dr Bilman watched the tall blonde boy sigh dramatically as he lay sprawled on the expensive leather couch in his office. "I understand it can be difficult to remember the past." There was a pause whilst he waited for a response.

"I don't know what else to say. I'm an idiot."

"You're not an idiot."

"I am. A poor pretty little rich boy. Always feeling sorry for myself." The blonde muttered self-piteously. Dr. Bilman's put on the best sympathetic voice he could manage. He had seen enough ego-infested teenagers to understand that this boy had problems far beyond his help. But he shook himself mentally and continued on with the job he had become hugely famous for over the last fourteen years – lying to make bad people feel good about themselves.

"You are not to blame. Youth can be a difficult time and without great parenting – " the boy snorted – "things can go…slightly off course." The boy stared at his feet as the Doctor continued. "But now is the time to rise above your parents' mistakes, don't you agree?" There was another silence. "Stop being so hard on yourself. What's in the past is over." The boy's blue eyes bored into his for a moment.

"I guess you're right," he replied finally. He stood up from the smooth leather couch. "It's hard to believe there was actually a time in my life when I didn't care about anything; about anyone. That all I cared about was…sex." he looked down again, embarrassed. Dr Bilman stood up from his chair and faced him, patting him lightly on the shoulder.

"I told you it would get better with time." The boy nodded.

"Take yourself for example," the blonde said suddenly. Dr Bilman raised an eyebrow. "You are a very attractive man. You have incredible eyes…" Dr Bilman frowned suspiciously. "I would love to spend time with you, getting to know you…" he found himself staring in shock. He had heard many bizarre things from this strange young man in previous sessions, but this was the most obscure so far. "But that was the old me," he suddenly announced proudly, moving over to stare out of the long glass windows that lined the large room.

"Indeed." Was the only word the doctor could find, unable to hide the sceptical tone in his voice. He placed the lid back on his pen.

"I'm finally cured!" The boy exclaimed emphatically. Dr Bilman nodded reflexively, almost ninety nine per cent sure that this boy didn't have a hope in hell of ever being cured.

The boy held out a long pale hand out to the Doctor enthusiastically. "Same time next week?" Dr Bilman shook the boy's hand apprehensively.

"I'm afraid I won't be here next week. I shall be off doing a few lectures in various schools – but I will be back in a month." He added, seeing the blonde boy's panicked expression.

"A month? Why?"

"It's my job, I'm afraid. But if you need anything - anything at all - just send your Owl." Dr Bilman sat down at his desk. "I'm sure you'll do just fine."

A large tawny owl suddenly began pecking on the glass window nearest to Dr Bilman's desk, the blustery wind from outside ruffling its feathers.

"Is that your bird?"

Dr Bilman opened the window slightly, allowing the large bird to soar gracefully through it.

"It is."

There was a small piece of roughly torn parchment tied to its leg. Dr Bilman removed it. "Ah, its from my son Andrew," he mused aloud, glancing at the familiar handwriting.

"Is that him?" the pale boy pointed at a moving photograph on the desk of a handsome boy with dark brown hair roughly the same age as himself. Dr. Bilman smiled proudly.

"Yes, that's him. He's an incredibly clever lad. Straight-A student; top of his class. He's currently training to be an Auror." Dr Bilman watched concerned as the blonde boy ran a slim finger down the face on the photograph, Andrew's smile in the photograph momentarily dropped as he did so.

"He's amazing." The boy commented quietly, his tone difficult to place. Dr Bilman hastily slid the photo to one side, out of the boy's reach. He was feeling increasingly edgy.

"Yes indeed. Well, I think that's the end of our session, Mr. Malfoy so if you'd kindly head outside, Helena will arrange another appointment on my return for you should you feel it necessary."

"Thank you." The boy headed for the door. "Oh, can I leave my paper here? I've read it already." The doctor nodded dismissively, simply wishing this annoying boy would leave. A copy of the Daily Prophet was dumped promptly on the corner of his desk.

He had gotten as far as unfolding his son's letter when the boy's soft drawl interrupted again. "Oh, by the way – " he stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame and pointed at Andrew's letter, " - I'd read that, if I were you. It looks kind of important." He gave the doctor a strangely considerate look, his strange blue eyes glistening as he left the office with a swish of his black cloak.

Dear Dad,

I don't know what to do Dad. I had to Owl you because I didn't want to finding out any other way. I am too afraid to leave the house. I've been getting Howlers all morning. I don't want you to think badly of me, or that I am any less of a son to you that I have always been but something bad has happened.

I had been spending a lot of time with this boy, you see. He told me he thought I was great. We were really starting to like each other. He told me he understood me and that I had incredible eyes -

Doctor Bilman frowned.

- and I believed him. I believed everything he said! I don't know how I could have been so stupid! But he was just so charming and wonderful. But I suppose things just got out of hand…

Doctor Bilman didn't need to read anymore. He reluctantly glanced at the front of the newspaper on the edge of his desk, its bold black title blaring out from the front page and thought he might pass out.

PHOTOS RELEASED OF PYSCHIATRIST BILMAN'S SON PORTRAYING SHAMEFUL SEX ACTS

Draco walked steadily up the corridor towards the reception area, finding it completely impossible to hide the grin on his face. He could feel the wonderful tingling sensation he always got when he knew things were working out.

Just as Draco made it to the end of the corridor there was a loud strangled shout from Dr Bilman's office.

"BASTARD!" Draco rolled his eyes at the lame insult and casually pulled out his wand, casting a quick but strong protective spell around him. He stood at the end of the corridor patiently, quite looking forward to seeing the Doctor's face.

Sure enough, seconds later, Dr Bilman came storming out of his office, his normally calm expression wracked with fury as he shook the piece of parchment in his right hand in his receptionist's face.

"WHERE DID HE GO?" he practically screamed at her, his usually tidy brown hair flicking in all directions.

"Wh – who, Doctor?"

"The Malfoy boy! He just left!" The receptionist stared dumfounded at the Doctor's erratic manner and nodded in the direction of the corridor. The Doctor's narrowed eyes turned and spotted Draco leaning lazily against the corridor wall. "YOU!" he pulled out his wand.

The next thing Draco knew there was a loud bang and Dr Bilman was sprawled on the floor a few feet away from him, evidently having been hit by his own spell as it rebounded off Draco's barrier. He looked murderous.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MY SON? YOU ARE DISGUSTING! YOU ARE – "

"I know, I know. I'm cured, right?" Draco grinned.

Doctor Bilman looked as though he would have wanted nothing more than to curse him into oblivion. But before the man could even get to his feet Draco had disappeared.