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Harry walked aimlessly for a while, feeling completely devoid of emotion. He recognized the feeling of emptiness, like an open drain, sucking out his life essence. The last time he felt this was after receiving a rejection letter from London University.
He knew he was being ridiculous. He kept telling himself that it was teenage anxiety, senseless mood swings, and nervousness, and that all he needed to do was buck up and get over it. Unfortunately, his mind seemed to be on a different wavelength and reveled in using the failed audition as the latest example of why he was irreparably flawed in every way.
The scene replayed over and over, each time slightly distorted. People in the audience laughed at him. The girl he had performed with made rude gestures and whispered cruel things that only he could hear. Bellatrix led the chaos, mocking Harry as if the whole play had been a ruse to lure him into making a fool of himself.
Harry wandered around Godric's Hollow, still suffering in the self-created mental hell, until late afternoon. He reached home when his legs were too exhausted to carry him any further, immediately took off his shoes, and headed for the stairs.
"Harry?" His stepmom was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a novel. "How did it go?"
He didn't respond, instead heading straight to his room. He closed the door and turned on his computer, launching a game and arranging pillows on the floor with movements born from long-practiced routine.
"Harry!" Narcissa knocked on the door and didn't stop. Harry ignored her until she finally gave up. He loaded a save and started playing.
Time lost all meaning. The game distracted him, but effectively. It allowed Harry to calm down and focus away from the painful memory of failure. He wasn't sure how much time had passed when his stepmother finally opened his room door.
"Come downstairs, Harry," she said in a firm, authoritative voice. "I won't let you fall back into old habits."
"stepmom, it's fine," he said. "Just leave me alone."
"Dr. Apolline is here," she said. "I called her, and she offered to come by after finishing at her office."
Harry stared blankly at his stepmom. It was clear there would be no way out of this. He paused the game and stood up.
"Turn it off," Narcissa said.
"It's paused, it's fine."
"Turn. Off. The. Game. Turn it off." His stepmother took a few steps toward him. She was wearing a pair of small denim shorts and a white tank top, but she still looked like she meant business.
Harry sighed. He leaned over, quickly saved, and turned off the game. His stepmother led him to the living room, and sure enough, Dr. Apolline was already waiting for him, dressed in a pencil skirt and a tan blouse.
"Hello, Harry," she said. "Your stepmom told me you had some problems today."
Harry shrugged. He looked into her eyes and felt a spark of something, probably leftover tension from the previous day.
"She said you were excited about the play," Dr. Apolline said, carefully choosing her words. "But then the audition didn't go as planned?"
Harry opened his mouth. His throat was tight, and a painful lump formed at its edge.
"Listen, Harry, I can't stay long. She stood up from where she had been sitting on the couch and approached him. "You were doing better yesterday. I want to help you, but I need to know where your mind is at."
"So do I," Harry said quietly. "It doesn't make sense to me either. I felt so confident and ready to face the world. And then I woke up this morning and everything... fell apart."
Dr. Apolline looked at him seriously for a few long seconds.
"So you felt this way even before you got to the theater?"
Harry nodded.
"Yes," he said. "Definitely."
Dr. Apolline nodded. She looked at Narcissa, and both of them walked into the kitchen. Harry heard their whispered conversation but couldn't understand most of the words.
"He's my son!" His stepmother raised her voice for one sentence, then immediately lowered it back to a subdued whisper. They talked for a while, longer than Harry had spoken to Dr. Apolline. After about ten minutes, they both returned to the living room.
Dr. Apolline was smiling gently. Harry's stepmother looked troubled and embarrassed. Both of them focused their attention on him, and Harry looked up at the ceiling to avoid meeting their eyes.
"Harry," said Dr. Apolline. "I am even more certain about your condition and the necessary treatment. You felt better after yesterday's visit, that's a fact."
Harry lifted himself slightly on the couch. A warm tingling sensation ran through the middle of his back, excitement building as blood flowed to his lower half, though Dr. Apolline's words made him feel more embarrassed than anything else.
"I talked to your stepmother about what we should do next," Dr. Apolline continued. Harry waited for her to go on, but something seemed to hold her back.
"And?" Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing from Dr. Apolline to his stepmother. "What's the matter?"
"I don't think I can prescribe anything that will work as well as the intimacy therapy, Harry," Dr. Apolline said. She hesitated again, looking down at the floor, seemingly a bit ashamed.
"Sweetheart..." Harry's stepmother spoke in a voice he had never heard before, quiet and slightly cracking at the edges. "Dr. Apolline won't be able to see you in her office as often as she thought."
Dr. Apolline nodded and placed a reassuring hand on Narcissa's shoulder.
"We discussed what other alternatives might be available for this kind of therapy just a moment ago," Dr. Apolline closed her eyes briefly. "Harry..."
She bit her lip, looking like she was trying hard to say what she needed to.
"Just... keep an open mind," Dr. Apolline finally said. "And remember how helpful the treatment has been and how nice it is to lead an active life."
Dr. Apolline nodded to Narcissa, then to Harry, before heading to the door.
"Wait a moment," Harry said. "You're leaving already? You just got here..."
"I'm afraid I have another engagement today," Dr. Apolline replied.
"But what about..." Harry trailed off. He glanced back at stepmom, who was avoiding his gaze, her cheeks a deep crimson.
"As I said, Harry," Dr. Apolline reiterated. "Try to keep an open mind."
Dr. Apolline left, and as the front door closed behind her, a tension filled the living room that Harry had never felt before. He turned to his stepmom, sensing the silence between them, along with something harder to define.
"Harry," she said after what felt like an eternity. "Dr. Apolline explained to me how the therapy works."
"stepmom..." Harry was at a loss for words. He stared at her, feeling a rush of strange, conflicting emotions. "Do you want to have dinner first?" stepmother asked. "We can... talk about it later."
"Alright," Harry agreed. "That sounds good."
He waited in the living room while his stepmother finished cooking. His heart pounded in his chest, and he tried to keep his thoughts from spiraling into anxious terror. There was one thing Harry couldn't ignore, something that made him feel more embarrassed than ever before in his life. He had a stubborn, rock-hard erection.
They ate their meal mostly in silence. Narcissa didn't ask her son about the consultation, and Harry didn't ask her about her day. They had a few short conversations, mostly about Harry's father living abroad and his stepsister in college. When they finished, stepmother cleared the table, and Harry silently went back to the living room.
"I'm going to change into something more comfortable," said stepmother. There was an unspoken suggestion in her words that Harry tried to ignore. He sat on the couch, and she went upstairs with quiet, graceful steps. He was still shamefully aroused and felt his anticipation grow as he waited for her to reappear.
"Alright, darling."
Narcissa stood at the top of the stairs. She was wearing a robe Harry had seen only once or twice before, too thin and small to be practical for anything other than arousal. It was a mix of pink and black with floral patterns and a cute, frilly belt around the waist. It barely reached the top of her thighs, and one of her large breasts threatened to spill out from the top slit.
"Wow, stepmom!" Harry looked at her, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. "You look, I mean, you look..."
His penis twitched with eager excitement as he searched for the right word. He knew what it was, but calling his stepmother sexy to her face felt dirty and wrong. She slowly descended the stairs, a faint smile spreading across her embarrassed face as she saw her son scanning her with his eyes.
"Dr. Apolline explained to me how intimacy therapy works, Harry," she said. "Let's talk about it for a moment."
Harry nodded, feeling his face warm up slightly. He was more aroused than he had ever been in his life, but there was something intentionally awkward about the way he and his stepmom interacted. It wasn't hard to guess why. She was his stepmother, he was her son, and they were dangerously close to crossing into strange, forbidden territory.
"In her office, she had me lie down on a small leather couch," Harry said. "Most of the time, she was turned away from me and just..."
He trailed off, feeling so odd speaking about this aloud, especially to his stepmother. She sat beside him and placed her hand on his knee, which sent a warm, pleasant feeling through Harry's leg.
"She walked you through it, didn't she?" Narcissa asked.
Harry nodded.
"Dr. Apolline called it level one," said stepmom. "It's intimacy therapy in its most basic form."
Harry was silent for a moment. He could only hold back the obvious question for so long before it slipped out.
"Are there other levels?" he asked. His stepmom looked at him for a brief second, long enough for the room to feel hot and magnetic, then she nodded.
"There are," she said quietly. "Level one seemed to work for you in Dr. Apolline's office, and given that I am your stepmother..." she trailed off softly.
She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. Harry knew exactly what she was feeling. There was so much between them, enough to last a lifetime. It was a strange, awkward tension filled with contradictions and suppressed emotional energy.
"It's alright," he said, sparing her the need to finish her thought. "stepmom, I understand. And I'm right here with you. Let's try to relax and get this over with."
She nodded and smiled at him. "Thank you, darling," she said.
"I'm the one who should be thanking you," Harry said. "This treatment means a lot to me."
Narcissa's smile deepened. She leaned in on the couch and placed a warm kiss on his cheek. As she pulled away, her robe parted even more, revealing a tanned bra she wore underneath.
"So..." She squirmed slightly on the couch. "Are you ready?"
Harry nodded.
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