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It had been just another Wednesday evening at first. Harry stayed at Malfoy Manor so that he and Eiona could share dinner with Draco. It went well, but then Draco asked Harry to come back to his rooms to talk, and Cissy offered to watch their daughter, as if this was something she'd already arranged to do with Draco. Harry was pleasantly surprised when Draco went all the way into the bedroom and sat on the bed, without stopping Harry from following. Normally they spoke in Draco's sitting room, not his bedroom.

Harry approached the bed cautiously, not knowing whether he was allowed in this far, and stopped in front of Draco. Draco patted the bed next to him, indicating a desire to have Harry sit.

Harry sat and asked, "Draco, what is this?"

"We've been doing well in therapy and getting along well outside it. I thought it was time to move to the next level."

"And that would be?"

"I'm horny."

Harry let out a gasp of breath he didn't know he'd been holding. With those two words, Draco implied so much and all of it good. Harry leaned in, closing the distance between their lips and initiating a passionate snogging session. Suddenly they were back before all of their problems began, back when their relationship was hot and easy.

They continued to kiss, breaking apart only to pull off robes and garments of clothing. As soon as they were naked, Draco spread his legs and wrapped them behind Harry's back, pulling Harry closer and smashing Harry's body into Draco's enlarged belly. Their groins touched and a jolt of pleasure shot through their bodies at the contact, Draco arching up to increase the delicious friction. Harry would've been happy to continue frotting against his husband, but then Draco took hold of his hand and led it to Draco's bum, furthering his implications.

It occurred to Harry then that Draco might be wanting to go all the way to full blown sex that night. Ordinarily, he was up for sex any time, almost any place, but right now he couldn't get certain accusations out of his head. Draco and Cissy had accused him on more than one occasion of being a sex fiend and of wanting Draco only for the sex. He didn't want to give them any reason to think that sex was the driving force behind their reconciliation.

"Draco?" Harry gasped out, the sound muffled by the fact that his lips were still pressed against Draco's.

"Hmm?" Draco asked, arching up into Harry's groin, giant belly sliding across Harry's flat chest.

"I don't want to have sex with you tonight."

That statement was like throwing cold water on their heated bodies. Draco pulled back, turning his face away from Harry's and breaking both the contact between their groins and their mouths.

"What?" Draco's voice sounded hurt and surprised, betrayed even.

"Not tonight. I'll do other things, but not sex tonight. I don't want this reconciliation to be about sex. I want it to be about us. I don't want sex getting in the way."

"You, Harry James Potter, don't want to have sex? For noble reasons?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Er, yes."

"Are you turning straight on me?"

"Merlin, no!" Harry shuddered with the thought. "I still want you. I want you more than anyone else in the world. You've ruined me for anyone else, because now that I've had you, they could never compare."

"Good answer."

"So no sex, but anything else you want, just name it."

"What we were doing, but with fingering."

"You can't cum without anal stimulation, I know. I'll make it good for you without it," Harry said.

Draco nodded and pushed his body back towards Harry's, recapturing Harry's lips with his own. And then their heated skin was once more joined, Draco's belly rubbing back and forth across Harry's chest, Draco's legs wrapped around Harry's back.

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Then Harry crawled back up into Draco's arms.

"Draco?" Harry asked.

"Hmm?" Draco replied.

"Do you want to talk about that?"

"No. What's there to talk about?" Draco's tone was relaxed and sleepy.

"You know, how we feel about what we just did? Madam Harris is always saying we need to talk about our feelings, isn't she? She said that was one of the major things we were doing wrong in our marriage." Harry's tone was serious and much more alert than his counterpart.

"I feel good. How do you feel?"

"Good."

"Then we're good." Draco lay his head back, his eyes closed, and began to drift off to sleep.

"Are you sure we've talked about it enough?" Harry was still wide awake and growing increasingly apprehensive about the sexual activities they'd just engaged in.

Draco opened his eyes and forced himself to become more awake. "I'm sure. Look Harry, you're a wizard, I'm a wizard; we're both wizards. Neither of us is some touchy feely witch who needs to psychoanalyze every little moment. If we're both good, then we're good, and that's it."

"But Madam Harris said-," Harry started, but Draco cut him off.

"Madam Harris isn't in this marriage with us."

"But how do we know when we're not good, if we don't talk about it?"

"If either of us do not agree we're good, then we can talk about it, Harry. We can do all that feely stuff then. We just need to tell each other and be honest about when we're not good."

"But what if I don't want to talk about something right then and you think I'm good, when I'm not?"

"Then don't tell me you're good. Tell me you need time to think. I'm telling you I need time to sleep. If you're still being a sap in the morning, we can talk more about your feelings then."

"No, no, I'm good. I like this system. If we're good, we're good, right? We just have to be firm with Madam Harris and tell her that we talked about this and we're good." Harry was telling himself more than he was telling Draco.

"Good. Now shut up and go to sleep," Draco said.

Harry did shut up then and concentrated on holding Draco. Draco was soon asleep, but it was still early enough that Harry really should get up and spend some time with Eiona. He didn't want to at first, because he didn't want to leave Draco. But after a while when Draco was still asleep and he wasn't tired, he did get up and go.

Cissy was giving Eiona a bath, but allowed Harry to take over. It was already close enough to the toddler's bedtime that it wasn't worth uprooting her to take her to Grimmauld Place, so he stayed. They played for a while there and got her ready for bed, before he read her a bedtime story. They went through their usual routine, except they did it in the room she was actually going to sleep in, instead of her old room at Grimmauld Place. The difference seemed to make everything go more smoothly but once Eiona was asleep, he did return to his own home for the night, since he didn't know whether Draco wanted him to stay or not. He thought about crawling back into Draco's bed, but felt like a creep just thinking about it, so he didn't.

Their next therapy session with Madam Harris wasn't until Saturday morning. She started it off rather bluntly. "Draco tells me that the two of you resumed marital relations, Harry. How do you feel about that?"

Draco was still seeing Madam Harris once a week for individual session. Apparently one such session had occurred sometime between Wednesday night and Saturday morning.

Ah ha! I was right! That's the first thing she jumped to, Harry thought, feeling vindicated. But he also remembered the discussion he'd had with Draco. Out loud he said, "We're good. We talked about our feelings and came to an understanding." The understanding was that they wouldn't psychoanalyze everything to death when they were fine.

"Care to share a few more details?"

"Um, no, that's it. We're good," Harry answered.

"This is rather odd; Draco was also rather vague on the details and used very similar wording," Madam Harris said.

"We're fine. I said we talked and we talked. We just don't want to divulge every private detail. It was a good talk," Draco interjected.

"Harry, do you agree?" Madam Harris asked.

"Oh yeah, definitely. It was a short talk, but we came to an understanding that I think we're both comfortable with," Harry answered.

"We did do that, didn't we Harry? We sound like a proper adult couple," Draco said with a smirk.

"Yeah, we did. I feel like we are more solid than we've been in ages. And I'm glad I didn't cave to your pressuring me into sex. I'm comfortable with going slower this time," Harry replied.

"Me too. It was rather perfect the way it was, I feel," Draco concluded.

"Well gentlemen, it sounds like the two of you have made real progress. I was honestly a bit skeptical when Draco told me, but he has proved me wrong. I'm really proud of the way the two of you managed to communicate in this matter," Madam Harris said.

Despite the praise, the next fifteen minutes were filled with a lecture by the therapist about maintaining a healthy sexual relationship. The important part was meeting each other's mutual needs and finding a healthy balance. Initiating sex when one partner was asleep or otherwise out of it was not okay. Madam Harris made Harry promise to verify that Draco was coherent at the start of each sexual encounter, to ensure that type of thing didn't happen again. Finally they moved on to discussing using babysitters for prearranged date nights, so that their sex lives wouldn't suffer so much in the future, despite the addition of a second child.

After the sex lecture, Harry felt like he was put in the hot seat and there was a blush evident on his cheeks. He was glad when the topic finally changed gears to what they had planned on discussing this week, even if that too was a topic he'd rather avoid.

"In order to move forward, I feel that the two of you must examine your pasts. You come from two very different worlds and while you have discussed how Harry didn't understand your world, Draco, you haven't discussed how you do not understand his. Harry, we touched on this during your very first session, but it is clear to me that Draco has no idea what your childhood with the Dursleys was like. In his childhood, he never experienced abuse or mistreatment, so it is hard for him to fathom. Would you care to tell him about it now?" Madam Harris asked.

Knowing that refusing would just make this a bigger deal than it was, Harry sighed. He'd previously given Draco about two sentences of explanation as to why he wasn't close with his relatives; why he never went to visit and never invited the Dursleys over. That amounted to something like, "The Dursleys didn't like me very much," and, "When I was little the Dursleys kept me in a cupboard under the stairs." Draco's reaction to the first tidbit of information was disbelief and he literally believed Harry was joking about the second. Now Draco would learn the truth and Harry was embarrassed imagining what Draco, the spoiled little rich boy who had never known suffering, might think. Plus he was still embarrassed by their first topic of discussion.

Harry started retelling the events of his childhood in the briefest of ways. His relatives didn't like magic or him specifically. They only took him in because they had to. They only gave him his Cousin Dudley's old hand-me-downs and old toys, never buying him anything new of his own. They made him sleep on a travel cot in the cupboard, while his cousin had a second bedroom to hold overflow of toys. They treated him like a servant and punished him frequently, either by withholding food or locking him in the cupboard or bedroom.

Harry hoped that this would be enough for Madam Harris, but of course it wasn't. They didn't even get to how they felt about it that session, because Draco had trouble understanding and believing it.

Draco's first reaction was that Harry was having him on, but that hypothesis was negated by the presence of a very serious Madam Harris, who wouldn't allow Harry to joke about something like this. Then there were detail oriented questions by Draco designed to show that things really weren't as bad as Harry let on, which turned out to reveal that things were much worse than Draco could've imagined. That was followed by half an hour or more of Draco asking why one person or another didn't do something about one thing or another. Then the time was up and the session was over.

"Harry, I think it is time you and I had another private session with just the two of us. I would like to discuss your upbringing and how it has affected you in greater detail," Madam Harris said, wrapping up the session.

"Do we have to?" Harry asked, not wanting to discuss the matter anymore than strictly necessary. He needed help with his marriage, not his childhood.

"I think it would be beneficial, yes," Madam Harris answered.

Harry looked at Draco, who was looking at Harry expectantly, his eyes still wide from the earlier shattering of his disbelief. "Okay, fine," Harry answered. Before leaving, he made an appointment to meet with the therapist alone after work one day during the week.

Author's Note: The middle name suggestions I received were as follows: Severus, James, and Harry. Which do you prefer after Orion? I think they will talk about names next chapter, so this is your last chance to offer a suggestion!

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