Harry walked into the kitchen, it was smashed. He walked all through the house, everything was wrecked. Tables were turned over, books thrown from the shelves. When he reached the bedroom he saw Draco, huddled in the corner, crying.
'What's wrong?' Harry went to sit down beside him.
Draco sniffed. 'Mr. Tickles is gone.'
Harry looked puzzled. 'The bunny?'
'The bunny!' Draco wailed.
'So, you wrecked the house searching for the bunny you dropped off at the vet yesterday?' Draco looked dumbstruck. He seemed to have forgotten. Harry half-laughed. 'I think some-body needs therapy.'
Draco shrugged, smiling seductively. 'Sex therapy?'
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