A/N: This is for Driven, for being a great friend and an awesome supporter, and Opal, who gave me the idea. Also, I realized I didn't even mention what happened to Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore, even though it's beyond obvious. Most of this story is narrative, so...yeah. I'm just warning you. I will add a special something at the end, though, just for you!
The First Session:
I looked over at Harry and sighed. I really didn't want to go. Just because we're uber fucked up doesn't mean that what we have is wrong. We stepped up to the porch and squeezed Harry's hand. Harry reached out and knocked on the door. A young woman in her early twenties opened the door.
She had pink streaks in her golden-brown hair and her eyes were so dark brown they were nearly black. She wore a short pink skirt and a black tank with sleeves made of hot pink fishnet to match her skirt. She had on black tights that rose up to just above her knees. On the tops of those tights were silk bows.
Obviously careful not to show any skin, she'd put lighter black tights beneath those. She also had on black boots that rose to just above her ankles, a zipper up the side. One thick black bracelet was wrapped snuggly about her wrist, barely hiding scar that were most likely from a long time ago.
Around her neck were four or five layers of chains and her makeup was beyond dark and dreary. It had a sort of Cleopatra twist to it as well. "Hello. You must be Draco and Harry, right?" We both nodded. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Bunny Galadeon." Her voice was soft and soothing, completely the opposite of what he appearance would imply.
"Please remove your shoes and come in. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Soda?"
"No thanks..."
"Is 'Bunny' your real name?" I asked, earning a soft arm-slap from Harry.
"No it isn't, Draco, is it? My real name isn't pronounceable to most people so I just picked one out. Turns out that it wasn't a name at all! But that's what it says on my card, so I stuck with it. Do have a seat."
I looked around taking in all that was around me. Soft wisps of a rose scent filled the air near the walls. There were two couches, both looking beyond comfortable. The carpet felt soft beneath my feet and I felt like I was walking on a cloud. Bunny sat in a large chair off to one side and crossed her legs delicately folding her hands over the tops of her knees.
"You may sit anywhere you'd like." I let go of Harry's hand and immediately found the most comfortable spot available. Harry sat on the other couch, his hands twitching nervously. "Now we should begin, if you two don't mind. I'm not one for small talk."
I shrugged and Harry said it would be alright. "First off, I'd like to ask you something that is very important to me." I nodded and noticed that Harry did as well. "Okay. Now, are either of you afraid and/or allergic to dogs?"
Harry laughed and I smiled, thinking she'd ask something really serious. "No, no! I'm serious about this. Are you?"
"No," Harry said. I just shook my head.
"Wondrous!" She waved her hand at the door and it slid open just enough for a small Yorkshire Terrier to hustle in. "This is George. Ignore him if you'd like." The dog jumped up into the woman's lap while Harry stared at her. "Is something wrong?"
"You...you're...a witch?" I smiled. She just did magic, so yeah! Also, it was more then a little obvious from how those smelly smoke wisps were floating about. Not just that, but McGonagall had recommended her!
"Yes, Harry. I'm from the United States, not London, though."
"That's why you have that funny accent!" I pointed at her. Harry threw a pillow at me and I glared at him.
"Yes, Draco. That's why I have this accent." I set the pillow down next to me, intent on keeping it. Harry obviously didn't think that I'd keep it for as soon as I set it beside me, he began to pout.
"Harry, we will start with you." Harry's head snapped back to the psychologist. "Draco will have his turn in an hour. This is your time to shine, boy. Now let's begin with early childhood." She snickered. "Sorry, little shrink joke, there."
I grinned and leaned back relaxing. "Anyway. I know nothing of this world here, so you'll have to enlighten me. Beginning with that 'V' dude everyone keeps talking about nonstop."
"You mean Voldemort?"
"I don't know. I was in America at the time. You will have to explain everything."
"Well...okay. That's probably who they mean." He paused and I closed my eyes, listening to every word he said. "As you know, not all wizards are good. Voldemort was as bad as they come. He did great, but evil, things. Anyone that stood up to him in his rise to power was killed. Including my parents. I was a baby when it happened. One of their old friends from back in school told Voldemort where they were and he killed them, trying to get to me.
"Actually, that's not really the beginning. You see, there was a prophesy."
"A prophesy?"
"Yeah. This prophesy said that I could stand up to him and I might bring about his death. It said, 'neither can live as the other survives' or something to that effect. So he tried to kill me when I didn't have anything to protect myself. My parents died to save me and I came away with just this scar." A pause and a 'hmm' sound from Bunny and Harry began again.
"Voldemort passed some of his powers on to me and in the process ended up nearly killing himself. Everyone thought he was gone for good. He was something of a spirit for a while, until the end of my fourth year. He killed Cedric Diggory, from Hufflepuff, and regained his body.
"We...destroyed him when I was in sixth year. But..." My mind began to wander, remembering the details of the events as they had taken place years ago.
The lights of magic being thrown from one side to the other.
People falling left and right, both good and not.
The screams of those who were unfortunate enough to suffer through chopped off limbs, the crutatious curse, and various pain-causing spells.
Even the screams of those who watched loved ones fall.
Ron falling. Hermione rushing to his side and being hit with a stray spell.
Dumbledore making one last stand against Voldemort.
Harry screaming both in pain and anger.
The pure hate in Harry's eyes.
The green glow surrounding Voldemort as he breathed his last breath.
Fellow Slytherins falling trying to kill Harry.
The Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and even some Hufflepuffs fighting to protect him.
Images swarmed my head until one last filled my mind and I jumped up in shock. Harry paused in his story of the defeat of Voldemort to look at me. Bunny watched me curiously and I blushed, sitting back down with a 'fwump.'
"Yeah. So after I killed Voldemort..." he trailed off and I zoned out again. I thought I was over it. But obviously I wasn't. I couldn't be if my mind say fit to show that picture to me.
I closed my eyes against the pain of it all. His face loomed up in front of me again. Pale skin. Shinning, glossy eyes. Blood trailing out of the corner of his mouth. Blond hair sprawled out around his head like a halo.
I swallowed hard and opened my eyes. I'd killed him. My own father. And his death was all because of me. Sure, he was trying to kill Harry, but still...
"Draco?" I looked at Bunny. "It's your turn."
"And...?" I sneered. I felt a hand rest on my thigh and I nearly jumped through the roof. When had Harry sat next to me? I sighed and began my tale, starting with my crime, and then moving on to my mother's suicide.
All the while, Harry's hand gripped mine, my anchor to life.
Merlin, I love him.
I would kill my father again just to stay near him.
I would even watch my mother kill herself again.
And that's saying a lot.
Later: (My promise ' )
I let my hands trail delicately down the Harry's sides causing him to shiver. He pressed his lips to mine and I met it with a passion. His tongue glazed over my lips and I parted them to let his tongue dance with mine.
He ground his erection intensely into my own and I moaned in rapture. He pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling my hips. "Wait, Harry," I found myself whispering to him.
My hand slid down his back and I poked at his entrance with one finger. He moaned and pushed himself down on my finger. I nibbled at the side of his neck tenderly as I placed another finger inside of him, stretching and twisting.
Soon enough, three fingers filled him and Harry was gasping in pleasure, not pain like before. When I removed the fingers Harry whimpered. "What'd yo-Oh! Oh, Merlin..." I pushed my way inside of him and found myself moaning in pleasure. This was much different from before.
Harry moaned and gripped my shoulders. After I moment, I began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Soon, our bodies moved in a dance with music known only to us, and that was just fine.
It was pure ecstasy. I was in heaven. I gripped Harry's erection and began to pump at it with the same speed. I shuddered my release into Harry still sliding my hand over Harry. He arched his back as he came into my hand.
He fell over and I wrapped my arms around him. It took a moment for him to finally catch his breath before he said, "Draco, I hate to sound cliché, but that was the best sex we've ever had." I could do nothing but agree and kiss him, pulling him closer to me.
-TheEnd-
A/N: Again, I say that if you want more, I need ideas. My brain up and died. I mean, really. I seriously have no idea how to continue this thing. Hey, I talk to pictures and teddy bears. It's uber sad. Even my own shrink said that I needed help. ::Cough:: Right. No flames, but do review?