Paranoia Problems
"Draco?"
"What?"
"Why are you in the corner?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are. You're sitting in the corner wrapped in our duvet."
"No I'm not."
"I'm not blind, Draco."
"I think you are. I'm doing no such thing."
"Draco, get up and come with me."
"No. I'm not going anywhere with you, not with them out there."
"Stop acting ridiculous. Come on."
"I'm not. Acting, I mean. They are out to get me."
"Who? Who's out to get you?"
"They. The voices don't elaborate."
"You're a prat. Do I not give you enough attention as it is? Do you think you need to act nutters to keep my eyes fully trained on you?"
"I'm not acting crazy, I just like being wrapped in a cocoon-like duvet, is all."
"Draco, I think you should go to a therapist. I'll go with you, we can do it together."
"Why the bloody hell would we need to do that? We don't have any problems, Potter! Our relationship is perfectly healthy, now if you please, I am waiting on a message from the people."
"You are absolutely..."
"Nuts? Thank you."
"You aren't nuts. I just think you have some issues you could use someone to talk to about."
"I have loads of..."
"REAL people to talk to, Draco. And please stop acting nuts."
"I'm not acting, Harry and I don't need a muggle shrink. I'll talk to you instead of the people, okay? I'll only talk to people I can see."
"You've only just started talking to these so-called 'people'. I think you just want something from me."
"As a matter of fact..."
"Money? Goods and/or services?"
"I want you to come shopping with me. I don't think I can carry all of my bags on my own."
"Why didn't you just ask me to come with you?"
"What can I say, I thought crazy was the best route. Plus, I have a flair for the dramatics. Was I convincing?"
"No."
"Come on, I'm sure you thought I was a complete nutter there for a while."
"I thought you needed therapy, never that you were crazy."
"Come on, I must look nuts here in the corner."
"You always look nuts. If anything, you look more normal than usual. May I join you?"
"Climb on in my cocoon. I find it rather comforting."
"My poor baby."
"Yes, pity me Potter."
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