Important Author's Note:

Hello, readers! Since January 2020, I've been a member of the writing collaboration Seven Shades of Drarry, a group of seven Drarry writers coming together to write themed anthologies. Our first anthology — Seven Shades of Sin — is inspired by the seven deadly sins. My first work in that series is teased here, but you have to click to the collection's account to see the entire story. The link is in my profile, or you can search users for "SevenShadesofDrarry".

To any of the readers of my That's Life Together Drarry established relationship series, this work is NOT part of that universe, I promise. This is important to note, I think, as that would make some relationships in that series VERY interesting and definitely change the dynamics, lol.

Summary: Both Draco and the Mind-Healer say that Harry needs to learn to enjoy small indulgences, but a lifetime of having very little has accustomed him to doing without that which he doesn't need. Can Draco convince him to see the difference between occasional treats and wanton gluttony?

Tags/Warnings: EWE, HP/DM, Fantasies, Roleplay, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism, Orgy/Multi/MMMMF, Fluff, Smut, Slash

Gluttony — the overindulgence or overconsumption of anything to the point of waste.

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Gluttony | Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bang

by Janie-Ohio

excerpt from Chapter 1

"Harry, do you have anything you'd like to say to Draco's point?"

Harry looked at his Mind-Healer, Helen, and sighed. They'd only been in their bi-weekly session for fifteen minutes, and already he knew that he was going to lose the argument.

"Look, I know he thinks I just can't appreciate nice things, but it's not that. I just don't feel the need to have a ton of stuff or to have people do things for me all the time. I don't need it."

"Why do you think that you have to need something in order to have it?" Helen asked in her irritatingly calm Mind-Healer voice.

"I didn't say that."

"Didn't you? Harry, do you think you should have something you want sometimes, just because you want it?"

Harry shrugged. "If I don't need it—"

"Harry," Draco interrupted, "why do you buy me gifts?"

Harry just looked at Draco, his lover, his boyfriend, his best friend. They'd been together for almost four years, and still, they didn't understand each other in some ways. But that's why they were here, right?

"Because you like them, and I want you to have them."

"So why can't others do the same for you?"

"Because I don't need them! You don't understand. It feels wrong."

The room was silent, and Harry could tell the Healer felt they'd made some kind of breakthrough. He reached forward and picked up the small wooden cube that she kept on the small table between her chair and theirs, and began to fidget with it while they waited. She gestured to Draco to remain silent while Harry stared at the window on the far wall, watching the curtains move slightly with the draft. Finally, Harry gave in and spoke again.

"Look, it's fine for other people to have lots of stuff, or to ask for people to do things for them, or for them to indulge in activities purely to make them happy. I know that's okay, but that's not me. I don't like it. It feels…" He tried to search for the word. "It feels… gluttonous, I guess is the word for it."

"Interesting. Why did you choose that word?"

"Because it feels wasteful. If I don't need it, why should I have it?"

Draco made little indistinguishable noises next to him, and the Healer looked his way. "Draco, why does that upset you?"

Draco turned to Harry. "Harry, my doing something for you simply because you want it is not wasteful. It's me giving you pleasure. How could you use the word gluttonous? A gift, a treat, extra attention during sex—these are all things you should receive because you are deserving."

Harry huffed a big sigh. They just didn't get it. "Look, I don't care if I deserve it. I don't need it, and by my having it when it's unneeded—it's just not enjoyable to me. All I can think of is what else could be done with the item, or the food, or the energy—" Harry cut himself off before he could say something he knew would hurt Draco.

"Harry, you're both here today because you're hitting a wall in your relationship. Draco feels as though things are very uneven, as though you give but won't receive. That shifts the power dynamic in a way he's uncomfortable with."

"I know. And I want to fix it, I just don't know how to change the way I feel."

She looked at them both for several moments, tucking her dark hair behind her ears as she appeared to gather her thoughts. "Let's talk about fantasies. Do fantasies have that same feeling of wrongness to you, Harry?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably. "No, because they're not real."

"Good," she nodded. "So let's do an exercise. I'd like you both to each take these parchments and write down five fantasies that you have. They can be anything, though I'd like at least two to be sexual or intimate, since that's one of the things that began this conversation."

Distress started to rise in Harry, but he clamped it down, knowing that he'd just said fantasies were okay. He had to prove that. He knew he was screwed up, but he hated it when he had to face it so blatantly. "Fine, I can do that. Er— Can I sit over there?" He pointed to a table across the room. "I think I'll be able to do it better sitting further away."

The Healer nodded and shot Draco a look that Harry interpreted as her telling Draco to shut up and accept it. Harry avoided his eyes as he stood and crossed the room. This was uncomfortable enough as it was, and Draco would be able to see that on his face.

Sitting down, Harry took his parchment and quill and stared at the empty page for several minutes. Fantasies? He had fantasies, didn't he? Everyone had fantasies, it was only human. Think, Harry, think.

Okay, well, there was that one where he could just get away to some secluded island with Draco, and no one would bother them and come to them with problems, and there'd be no reporters or people wanting his attention. Maybe their friends would come along for a while, but mostly it would be just them. Alone. Together. So that was one fantasy he had. See? I have fantasies. I can do this. He straightened his shoulders and wrote it down.

Harry's mind started to play through other things the Mind-Healer had said. Intimate, sexual fantasies. Can I write those down? Surely writing them down is all right, he thought, trying to push away his embarrassment. But it's not like I really need—

He cut off that thought. This is what this was about, what he fantasised about but didn't need. It wasn't gluttonous or dirty just to fantasise. He wrote down the easy one. He wanted to role play in the bedroom. Maybe they could do some school-days stuff, something where they were back in school; after a Quidditch match, perhaps? He shifted at the thought of that. Oh yeah, that one was on his list.

And then there was that one about people watching him doing something intimate. It could be Draco watching him wank or be with someone else, or even better, someone watching him and Draco. He liked all of those ideas and had used them as wank fantasies in the past. So there; there were two of his ideas. Now that put him at three fantasies. Shit. Two more?

He glanced at Draco and blushed. Speaking of two more, that was another wank fantasy he'd used before. Being with Draco with someone else involved, maybe multiple someones. Sometimes he imagined a girl, as both he and Draco had been with women in the past, but usually he imagined them with other men. Having someone shag him while he shagged Draco, or having two someones shag them both simultaneously while they were together?

The exercise was causing some physical reactions and he was beginning to get uncomfortable. Draco seemed to notice him fidgeting from across the room and sent a smirk his way. Okay, he had four, and not all his fantasies should be sexual, right? What else?

Then he smiled. Flying. He had a fantasy of flying out over the water, maybe off of that same island he had thought of earlier. Dipping in and out of the waves, playing chase with Draco, maybe even landing and tearing off their clothes and having sex right there on the beach. Damn it, that was sex again. Well, he didn't have to add that part. Number five, flying his broom on a beach. There, he was done. That wasn't so bad, right?

He looked up and realised almost thirty minutes had passed, and Draco was well finished with his list. The Healer just smiled and nodded.

"Very good, Harry. Now, you don't need to share these with me, but I am going to ask that you share them with each other. To make sure you do so, I'll ask that you fold them in half right now, then exchange them. I'd like you to go home and take a few minutes apart to read them. Think about what the other person is fantasising about, and think of ways you can help fulfil the other's fantasies."

Helen looked at Harry and held his gaze; he swallowed nervously and tried not to think of having his own fantasies fulfilled. Smiling kindly, she waited until he hesitantly folded his parchment and walked it over to Draco, sitting back down beside him.

She nodded, then continued. "Your homework is to allow the other person to do this for you. It doesn't have to be literal. If there was a fantasy of watching someone have sex, for example, there are ways to record yourselves or to set up a mirror to watch. Fantasies can be met in many ways, and you must both be comfortable with the fantasy and the action." She locked her gaze on Harry's, making him want to squirm. "But Harry, that does not mean uncomfortable with the fact that you deserve it. I'm not suggesting you are pressured into doing an activity that you are uncomfortable with, but I am asking you to fight past the fact that you are uncomfortable with the idea of getting something you want."

Harry's stomach was turning, but he nodded.

"You don't have to do everything you wrote down, but by next session, I want you to have completed at least one item on each of your lists. Can you make a commitment to each other to do this?"

Harry looked at Draco and nodded, receiving a smile and nod in return. He wasn't sure what he was more nervous about, reading Draco's fantasies and acting on one, or having Draco reading and acting on any of his.

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