The next morning, Harry got up feeling totally fucked off for no good reason. He wandered off, skipping breakfast, and walked around aimlessly for a while before he spotted someone up ahead of him. He sighed exasperatedly when he realised it was Draco. The Slytherin hadn't seen him yet. Harry ran silently up to him and grabbed his arm. Before Draco could protest, or even realise what was going on, Harry had him pressed up against the wall, pinning him there with his body.

"We should really put an end to meeting like this." Harry purred.

"Why are you doing this?" Harry shrugged.

"It amuses me."

"Well it doesn't amuse me!" Draco snapped.

"Does this?" Harry asked, grinding their hips together. Draco gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. Harry smirked as he felt how turned on Draco was. He leaned close to Draco's face. Draco lost all self control and tried to kiss him, but Harry leaned back again and let go off Draco. The Slytherin's shaky legs crumbled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

"Oh dear. I'm late for first lesson." Harry said, walking away quickly.

"You can't keep doing this!" Draco yelled.

"I can." Was all Harry chose to say.

Harry sat through possibly the most boring history of Magic lesson in his life, making notes that didn't make sense and drawing snakes all over his paper. When Ron saw this, he frowned.

"Why are you drawing snakes Harry?" Harry blinked, looking down at his paper.

"I didn't realise." He muttered, turning over the paper quickly. He couldn't help his mind wandering on to Draco. A part of him knew he couldn't keep this torment up, but whenever he saw Draco, he just couldn't resist. It was like having a favourite toy and trying to grow out of playing with it. Whenever you saw it, you wanted to play with it more.

Before he knew it, Harry was back to drawing snakes.

Harry moved quickly through the halls of Hogwarts after History of Magic, wondering whether or not he should try to find Draco before his 'session'. The question was answered for him when Draco came into sight a few yards ahead of him. Harry chuckled. Life was too easy these days.

He ran silently towards him, stopping an inch away and running a hand down the Slytherin's spine. Draco visibly shivered.

"Why are you tormenting me like this?" he asked, his voice a mix of pain and anger. Harry chose not to answer, instead he slipped a hand under Draco's shirt, concealed by his cloak, and ran his hand back up Draco's bare back. Draco's eyes closed and his head tilted back slightly. "Harry…" Harry grabbed Draco's shoulder and pushed him roughly up against the opposite wall. The Slytherin yelped in surprise, only just stopping his face connecting with the wall. Harry smirked, getting as close as he could to Draco.

"You were a fool to fall for me." He whispered in Draco's ear before kissing his neck. He backed off quickly, leaving without saying a word. Draco turned to stare after him, feeling small and pathetic.

Harry sat in the specially prepared office, waiting for his psychiatrist to turn up. Over the past year, he had been receiving 'help' for his problem with 's' words.

"Hello Harry." Harry turned to smile at Professor Cathmell as she walked into the room. "How was your break?"

"Ok." Harry said. He always felt uncomfortably calm when Cathmell was around.

"Right. Let's get down to it." She said, handing Harry a piece of parchment and a quill "Now Harry, I want you to draw the first thing that comes into your mind when I say these next few words. Ready?" Harry nodded. "Right. First word is love. Hate. Death. Summer. Praise. Attack. Saturday." Harry drew quickly, and handed the sheet over to Cathmell. She looked over the pictures and frowned. They were totally different from what Harry usually drew. For love, there was a heart. Usually it was coloured in black. Today it wasn't. it was empty. For hate, there was also a heart. For death, there was the usual door. For summer, there was a broomstick. For praise, there were two stars. For attack, there were circles with arrows through them. And for Saturday, there was a question mark.

"Well…this is very different from what you usually do Harry." Harry remained silent. "I can tell from this, a lot has changed in your life recently. And I also know that there's nothing more I can do for you." Harry blinked.

"What! I'm trapped with this problem for life?"

"Not necessarily. You see, these pictures tell me that someone in your life has changed something deep down for you. The person either loves you, or hates you. And you either love them or hate them back. You still care deeply for Sirius, but this person can ease your pain a lot more than anyone else can."

"I don't know anyone like that."

"That's because you don't know that they can yet. Just think of changes that have happened in your life recently. Big ones. Then think of the people, or person involved. And talk to them. And try using 's' words." Harry sighed, nodding. He knew the only big change in his life. And it was Draco Malfoy. But that would mean that Harry loved him back, and he hated him! "Oh and also, you don't have plans for Saturday. So make them." Cathmell grinned, pointing at the question mark on Harry's paper. "We don't need to continue this. I give you the rest of this session off, so try to track down whoever or whatever has changed your life recently."

Harry stalked through the dungeons of Hogwarts in a mood. He didn't want to track down Draco. He didn't want to talk to him. He didn't want to use 's' words. But he was looking for Draco anyway. Cathmell had this weird talent for making all her students do as she said.

"Goddamn psychiatrists…" he rounded a corner and nearly walked straight into Draco. The Slytherin took a step back.

"What the fuck are you doing down here! Get the fuck away from me you fucking bastard!"

"You swear too fucking much." Harry muttered. His eyes went wide as no memory of Sirius came back to him. "Surprisingly subtle summer." He began grinning like a fool. Draco took a step backwards.

"What the fuck…"

"Sabotage. Saccade. Sadistic. Slytherin…Sirius." He laughed. "Sirius!" he grabbed Draco and hugged him as hard as he could. "Thank you!" Draco was by now, totally freaked out.

"What the hell is going on!" Harry pulled away slightly but didn't let get go.

"I can say 's' words to you without it hurting!"

"Well good for you!" Draco spat. "Get off me!" but Harry pulled him closer and kissed him on the cheek. Draco froze. His brain went numb. Harry pulled away and ran off, near as damn it skipping, leaving Draco with a weird feeling rising in his heart.

"Wait till my psychiatrist hears!" he heard Harry say joyfully.

"I can use 's' words around Malfoy!" Harry yelled, bounding up to Ron and Hermione. Several students started giving him weird looks.

"Why Malfoy?" asked Ron. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Who cares? Well done Harry!" she said, hugging her friend.

"Now…why Malfoy?" Ron asked again.

"I don't know. Professor Cathmell told me that I would be able to use 's' words to a person who had really changed my life recently. And Malfoy changed my life by changing all the views I ever had on him." He grinned. "It's been a long time from the time when I could use them." Harry said. Hermione sighed at Harry's last sentence..

"You need to work on your Synonyms."

"Ok!" Harry said, bounding off happily to read the dictionary again.

"I swear, he's really freaking me out." Ron said.

"I know. But he's happy that's all that matters. And if Malfoy is the only one that can help Harry get over this, then so be it."

As Harry ran through the corridors, an arm suddenly reached out from a room and dragged him in. he was slammed against the wall of the empty classroom and found a pair of blazing silver eyes glaring at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Draco snapped. Harry blinked.

"Nothing. At least not when I'm around you."

"What!"

"Weren't you listening to me? I can say 's' words around you without it hurting! I feel normal again!"

"Oh, and do you normally go around kissing people in the dungeons!"

"No. I was happy." Harry grinned. "And you know you loved it." Draco glared at him.

"You can't keep toying with my emotions like this!"

"Ok. I won't." Draco blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"I won't. As long as I can speak to you at least once a day. So I can say 's' words." Harry wriggled out of the grip Draco had him in and headed for the door.

"Wait, what does that mean!"

"It means…I won't keep pestering you in the halls." Draco's heart sank. So nothing had changed. Draco reached into his pocket again.

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