A/N: Thanks to all those who have read the 3 first storyes.I kind of have forget to mention that the psychotherapy series has some slash in it...sorry...yeah well I'm new...And there alsowill be 5'th story witch will be called 'Why she needs medication'...so stick around:)
Call it groop session
If you know Harry ´sexy' Potter you must know me too...
If you don't... well we don't wanna go there...
Last week was the best of my life...
You can probably see it... it's huge... and when he put it on me I almost screamed for delight... It's the reason I'm thinking again…
Where I am now... is where I was last week at the same time...
In Granger's tiny little room with three other males... one of them being my future husband...
We are having a group session...
I'm going to kill myself after this...
How anyone can drink this shit? …this tea is too cheap for me... Omigod... father is about to drink it...
I have to save him! …no... wait a minute...
I'm a slytherin… I don't do the hero things... must make Harry do it…
Well, that didn't go according to the plan... did I even have one?
Voldie is now drying father's clothes with his portable purple hair dryer instead of his wand which is in his trousers... I can see it...
Granger is muttering something about how everything always has to happen during her sessions and wondering why she is even being paid for this...
Now when we are all sitting calmly she starts to ask horrible questions about my father's and Voldemort's bed relationship…
and how it's affecting on Harry's mental stability (Har' tries to protest... vainly)…
and how all that killing each other thing is not good… making Harry even more popular (Voldie crying... horrible)...
Well, I actually don't mind the fame, I say...
Harry starts to rumble about an event a year ago when some reporter caught us butt naked in OUR LIVINGROOM...
He is right... my ass looked too big in that stupid photo in the paper the following day...
I hate fame... fine... I'm lying...
And then comes the big BANG...
Father looks at me just after Harry stops rambling... his eyebrow is twitching madly... Voldemort is trying to calm down Lucius and Harry is just being his usual self doing nothing useful...
Father looks from me to Harry and scampers away to choke himself with Voldemort's hairdryer...
After Granger has taken control into her hands by using pepper spray... we all sit down again...
And then into the office walks Ronald Weasley carrying three children in his arms... he dumps them into V's, L's and my lap...
and says out loud he is fed up being a house husband and being taken for granted and that he is going out with Seamus and Dean for some drinks... and nude ladies...
Three of us are now sitting with three children in our laps...
Mine is so little and cute... no, no, no, no... I don't like babies...
Oh, hell with it...
I look Harry into his eyes with my puppy look... our eyes meet... the wind sings a beautiful song... he takes my hand... I dump the child in my father's lap...
Harry takes me into his strong arms and carries me out of the room so we can go and adopt a baby...
"Oh Lucius, look at them... They are so adorable and cute... Look... I SAID LOOK AT THEM! I'm your Lord, so do as I say and bend down so they can play horse and rider with you…"