Dealing with obsession

Chapter 2: A New Offer

Harry walked into his house, completely bewildered by the surprise of Draco Malfoy walking into his office. That was the last person he ever expected to see in his muggle office. Seeing Draco Malfoy unsettled Harry, mainly because he never expected to see the man again, ever. The idea of actually discussing Malfoy's issues once a week was not something Harry looked forward to, but the thought wasn't exactly repulsive either. Harry wondered what exactly Draco Malfoy was doing in a muggle town, and what he wanted.

"Hey baby", squealed Ginny as she practically threw herself on Harry. "I missed you."

"I missed you too Gin." He replied with a bit of fake enthusiasm.

"Tell me, how was work?" She asked with a little too much of excitement, which Harry noted.

"The oddest thing happened." He began, but then at the last second decided not to tell her about Malfoy. "It was actually very quiet."

"Not too much chaos for you? No madmen screaming?" She laughed.

"Why are you so cheerful?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Don't I have the right to be happy whenever you return home from work?" She asked skeptically.

"Of course, but you just seem a bit too cheerful."

"Well, I have been talking to Hermione and Ron." She started.

"Did they finally decide to come and visit us?"

"Not exactly", she stammered. "But Harry, please hear me out."

He pulled out a kitchen chair and took a seat, eyeing her warily. He had a hunch that she was going to try and persuade him to return to the wizarding world, and he just wasn't ready. And he didn't feel like having this fight.

"Since Hermione's having another baby, they decided to move into a bigger flat", she practically squealed. "Get this, Hermione said we could move into her old flat with a low rent fee, and she also agreed to help us move in!"

Harry rolled his eyes, and just stared at her like she was an idiot. Anger rolled through his body as she stood right in front of him with a cheesy grin plastered on her face.

"Harry, I told her that there was a big possibility that we would take the offer!"

"You did what?" He snapped.

"Well, it's time we move back." She stated.

"Did you even think to discuss this matter with me first before ever giving her an answer?"

"She said she would prefer us to move in rather than some strange couple."

"So you said yes just because Hermione wants us to?"

"I said yes because I want to move in, Harry. I am sick of living like a muggle. I want my old life back." She complained. "Don't you miss it? Don't you miss your friends?"

"I miss it. I do miss Ron and Hermione, but Ginny do you seriously expect me to just pack up and leave?" Harry asked? "I happen to enjoy my life here as a muggle psychiatrist. I do things, and no one knows who I am or my history."

"Well I am sure you can still be a psychiatrist for the wizarding world." She responded dryly.

"I don't think it would be so intriguing, with us wizards being able to penetrate into the minds of others. It's a lot more interesting when you can't see straight inside their heads. It's like a puzzle that captivates you, and you must finish it to realize the entire picture." Harry explained.

"Oh Harry please, be realistic for a second", sighed Ginny. "Do you really imagine us living in the muggle world for the remainder of our lives together?"

Harry paused and his mind began to work. He was only twenty some years old, and imagining the rest of his life was difficult. When he was in the center of the battlefield, Harry found the rest of his life to have reached the end, but now he actually had a chance at a real life. Harry hadn't really given his future much thought until now that Ginny mentioned it. Now that there wasn't a Dark Lord on the loose, Harry was completely free to do as he wished, and right now he didn't have the slightest clue as to what he wanted.

"Ginny, I don't plan to stay here forever, but I'm just not ready to leave yet." He said softly, trying to ease the tension in the room.

"Harry, I'm really not getting any younger and I can't stand it here. I am bored and completely miserable. I want to go back to where I can use my magic again and be with my friends." She explained as she sat down next to him at the table.

"I know you miss your friends, Gin, but I'm not sure I can face everyone just yet."

"Damn it Harry James Potter!" She hissed, slamming her apron onto the counter. "Would you stop being such a fucking coward and do something for once?"

"I am not a fucking coward, Ginny and you know that!" He snapped.

"No you're not a coward at all Harry, you just sink back into you're recliner and refuse to return back to where you came from." She said; sarcasm dripping from her voice.

"Do you know what I went through during those times of battle?" He said bitterly.

"You know what I am sick and tired of hearing about your past and the damn war. It's been years, Harry and it's time you deal with it and move on!" She said coldly.

"When you kill someone, it never goes away. The feeling haunts me every night. I haven't used magic in a decade Gin, and I'm not sure if I want to anymore, because the last spell that slipped from my mouth was the Killing Curse." He said with his voice barely above a whisper.

"You are a good guy, and I know you'll use your magic the right ways; you're not like You-Know-Who." Ginny said placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not sure about that, Gin. Look, I know you want to move back, but can we please just think about it a while. I really like my job." Harry said.

"Fine", she huffed. "But this discussion is far from finished."

"So Gin how was your day?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Aside from missing you, it was really boring." She said.

"You're going to make this as miserable for me as you can until I decide to move back, aren't you?" Harry chided.

"I am not that vindictive, and it hurts me that you think I am." She said as she returned back to the stove. "Dinner will be ready in an hour."

"Fine, I am going to shower."

Harry walked upstairs, or practically stomped up them and slammed the bathroom door shut. He hated when Ginny done this to him. She would be mean to him until he finally gave in to whatever it was she wanted. Not this time. He wasn't going to throw away his new life in muggle London just so she could be happy. Ginny could be happy if she actually made an effort. She could get a job as a teacher or work in an office, but the thought of working with muggles disgusted her. Harry thought that she acted a lot like Malfoy did back in Hogwarts. Now it seems as if their actions had switched, and he was the one seeking help in the muggle world. Things weren't making sense right now, and Harry wasn't ready to move back. His decision was final and he wasn't letting Ginny talk him out of it.

After his shower he rushed downstairs in order to join for dinner. She made pot roast, not one of his entirely favorite meals. Ginny's cooking skills didn't exactly turn out like her mother's; she still needed a bit of practice.

"Harry, you're very quiet." She observed.

"I'm just thinking." He replied blankly.

"About moving?" She asked hopefully.

"No. My decision is final. I am staying here." He answered harshly without glancing at her.

"I just wish you would think more about this, then being so damn selfish!" She hissed.

"You are calling me selfish? I don't think so. You're the one that is pushing me to move back to the wizarding world, because you want to. It has nothing to do with me. It's all about what you want." Harry retorted.

"How can you talk to me like that, Harry? It hurts?"

"It hurts me Ginny that you don't give a damn about my feelings or what I want." He said glowering at her.

"I just think it's for the best."

"No, you just want to move because you are completely miserable here in the muggle world. If you wouldn't act like such a pure-blooded bitch then there's a chance that you too could find happiness here." He responded hatefully.

"I can't believe you said that. I am a wizard. I shouldn't have to hide my talents working along side mundane people, who do nothing more than sit behind a desk and answer phones. I deserve more than that out of my life Harry James, and it disappoints me that you would want me to live that kind of life just so you could be happy."

"Ginny, I am willing to move back. I just don't want to do it so soon." Harry repeated.

"Why? Give me a damn good reason why you can't move back!" She demanded.

"How many times do I have to explain to you…?" He started.

"Don't give me the bullshit about the war and how you are a coward. I want a true answer."

"I don't know what else to tell you, besides that because that's the damn truth." He growled.

"Are you fucking someone else?" She yelled.

"That's hilarious Ginny. It really is. I can't believe you would think that. I don't have time to fuck anyone else." He laughed sarcastically.

"Hell you're sure not fucking me!" She pointed out.

"My god Ginny, drop it." He said, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

"I want to know what's going on with you. You don't want to return to the wizarding world, and you don't want to have sex with me. I want to know what is it you want to do!" She said grasping the wine bottle and tossing it at his head. "What the FUCK do you want from Harry?"

"Damn it Ginny, stop being so fucking dramatic! I thought we could stay here for a while and then eventually move back to the wizarding world where we could work on raising a family." He responded angrily as he ducked and the wine bottle collided with the wall; shattering into pieces.

"When? By the time you're ready to start a family I'll be too old to give birth, so then you can have some excuse to run off to a random whore!" She yelled.

"I don't need any damn excuse to run off to some whore. You're my wife Ginny!" He shouted back at her.

"Then I would greatly appreciate it if you would treat me like one and start taking into consideration what I want and my desires for life!"

"I am sick and tired of you acting like a stuck up, pure-blooded selfish little sex-starved bitch! I am leaving. I can't take this anymore. I might be back and then I might not, so don't fucking wait up for me." He snarled. "While I'm gone perhaps you can find some pathetic bloke to come over here and fuck you like the dirty slut you act like, then maybe you won't be such a whiny bint all the time." Harry smirked with satisfaction as he watched the tears well up in her eyes.

He grabbed his car keys and peeled out of the drive way. The moment he stepped out of the house, it felt like a heavy boulder had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt like he could actually breathe again and think again. When he was with Ginny Harry found it very difficult to think properly. As he was driving to the nearest bar, he thought about leaving Ginny for good. She could go back to the wizarding world and be with her friends and do what she wanted while he could stay here and continue his very quiet life as a psychiatrist. That idea was very appealing to him at the moment.

Walking into the bar, Harry glanced around at all the people on the dance floor; their bodies sway rhythmically to the beat of the music. He headed straight for the bar.

"What can I get for you?" The old man asked.

"Whiskey, double shot", answered Harry.

As soon as he got it, he tossed it, enjoying the sensation as the alcohol slid down his esophagus. And then he ordered two more. The more he thought about his life with Ginny, the more he wanted to drink. He wanted to drown the feelings that she made him feel. That selfish bitch, he thought as he tossed back his third.

"Potter?" A very familiar voice called out.

Harry whipped his head around to find Draco Malfoy sitting beside of him. He noticed that Malfoy was wearing a very satisfied smirk, and he groaned, knowing that Malfoy would love to make a spectacle of his behavior tonight.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Drinking."

"Obviously. I had no idea that by the stench in your breath or the way your vocabulary is slurring that you were drinking." He retorted.

"Malfoy I am drunk, what is it you want?" Harry slurred.

"I want to know why you are trying to drown yourself in alcohol."

"What? I am drinking because I need to. Why do you drink?"

"I drink because the alcohol allows me to reach a state of drunken bliss where anything is possible and I can't hold back. I drink because it leads to sex with blokes." He answered.

"Sex is stupid." Harry commented.

"You are entirely way too intoxicated to justify that statement, Potter." Malfoy snickered.

"Why does everyone want sex from me?" Harry shouted.

"No one wants sex from you, especially when you're too drunk to even respond to sexual innuendo." Malfoy replied.

"Do you smoke, Potter?"

"No."

"Join me outside for a smoke." Malfoy offered.

"I just said…"

"I know what you said and I still want you outside."

"I don't think I can walk."

"I know you can't walk, Potter."

"How am I to get home to Ginny?"

"Not my problem, Potter."

"I don't want to go home to her. She sucks and she's pathetic."

"Why did you marry her?" Malfoy asked, as he and Harry made it to the back exit.

"We were in love."

"Do you still love her?"

"I can't answer that now, honestly." Harry slurred, as he slumped against the wall.

"Then why are you with her?"

"We're married."

"Potter, there is a little legal procedure called divorce, and I am sure you have the money being a psychiatrist and all." Malfoy stated.

"I am quite aware of that, Malfoy." He snapped.

"It's ironic." Malfoy snickered as he took a long drawl off his cigarette.

"What?"

"You are a psychiatrist. You provide advice and help to others who have mental problems, but has it ever occurred to you Potter that you're the one in need of a shrink?"

"I am quite able to handle my own problems", he said drunkenly.

"Apparently not, or you wouldn't be here completely sloshed and carrying on a conversation with me." Malfoy pointed out.

"You are the most confusing bastard." Harry grunted.

"No, not confusing I just point out the truth in which people are unaware of at times."

"Fine let's talk about truth." Harry said. "Why are you here in muggle London?"

"I may be a bit intoxicated, but I am not that drunk Potter. I may talk about that in our next little session." Malfoy smirked. "By the way, you might want to find a ride home. I don't think you should drive like that."

"Fuck you, Malfoy!" Harry called after him.

"Not tonight, Potter."

Harry remained outside in the cold air alone. He needed to get home and into bed. Shaking his head, Harry fished his car keys out of his pocket. He was going to drive home; that was his only option. Calling Ginny was just out of it. Then he remembered yelling at her that he might not return. His dilemma was solved. Harry was not going to go home to Ginny tonight; though he had no idea where he was going to stay. Then an idea hit him. Harry stumbled back inside and found Malfoy sitting in his previous seat.

"Malfoy."

"I thought you would be back, Potter." He sneered.

"This sounds half pathetic and completely out of line." He started.

"You want me to give you a ride home?" Malfoy inquired.

"Not exactly."

"Then spit it out Potter. I don't have all day." He drawled.

"Can I crash at your place?" He stammered, with his eyes fixated on the floor.

Malfoy's stormy eyes lit up as he glanced up at Potter. This couldn't be true. Pathetic Potter was asking to crash at his place; it was definitely too good to be true. Malfoy lips curved into the biggest smirk he could muster.

"Why Potter are you avoiding your wife?"

"Yes, and I can't drive in this state. I just want your promise that you won't rape me."

"I wouldn't want to go home to Weasley either." He laughed.

"So can I?"

"Fine, but just so you know it's not called rape if you're one-hundred percent willing." He whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry groaned inwardly, knowing that this was probably not the best idea, going home with Malfoy. Had his life really sucked this bad to where he had to rely on Malfoy? He hoped that this was only a one time thing, and he actually contemplated having Malfoy drop him off at his house instead, but then his cell phone ring and he remembered why he wasn't going back home in the first place.

"Ginny", Harry said heavily.

"I am not drunk!" He exclaimed loudly into the phone.

Malfoy held a snicker back as he looked at Harry.

"I am staying in a hotel room tonight, and no I am not fucking anyone else Ginny so you can get that thought out of your mind!" He yelled as he slammed his phone shut and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"You are a horrible liar, Potter." Malfoy commented. "You are completely inebriated, and you are not staying in some roach and disease infested hotel. Even you deserve better than that." Malfoy responded.

"Why are you being nice to me, Malfoy that is not you?" Harry questioned.

"I am not being nice per say, I just don't want my psychiatrist to turn into an alcoholic and resort to spending nights in a trashy hotel room. Your services are important to me, Potter."

"Whatever you say, Malfoy; now do you mind to take me to a bed?" Harry slurred.

"If you insist, Potter", Malfoy smirked cruelly.