Therapy

A/N : I know the grammer is really awful. Since well...i'm horrible with grammer so please bear with me.

"Alright well one of the reasons why I hate him is, is because of the way i was concieved. I mean it makes me a bastard!"

'You could say that again.' Harry thought

" I was born because he got drunk off his arse, and slept with the cleaning maid. And then when she found out and told my father about it. He denied it all and left, going back to london to his precious little wife Narcissa. The women who I had to call 'mom' for 2 years of my life, who was a cold hearted bitch."

"Two years, what happened did they get a divorce or something?" Harry asked, making a note on his pad that Draco would need a big dose of pills to calm him later on.

"Oh well here's where things get interesting.*smirk smirk* Apperently my father needed an heir to the family line. And that bitch of his wouldn't dare to have a baby or else it would ruin her 'figure'. Ha! like she even had one. She was thin as a toothpick, even if she had octoplets it wouldn't even add a dress size to her. Well anyways my father was disappointed but he wouldn't stop, he even tried to have sex with her while she was doped up on pain killers. Oh and here's the shocker! No matter how many times he would do her nothing would happen. Since the doc told my father Lucius that..Are you ready for it?" he asked. Harry only nodded, which kind of made him seem like a child waiting to here what happens to the knight and the dragon.
A/N: haha dragon, draco get it haha yeah i know lame joke!

"Well turns out that Narcissa wasn't really a WOMEN.-" Harry was coughing uncontrolably by that last statement.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked with a smirk on his lips.

"Fi Fine, it's just..ju..well oh dear Elton John!" he took in a short intake of breath, he heard draco gave out a light laugh.

"Ah well that is quite a shocker Draco, so tell me, why did you have to live with urh..your "mom" for the next 2 years?"

"Oh just because of the divorce that was taking place with them. My father kept arguing about it couldn't have been a legal marriage since Narcissa or Nick wasn't born a female. It took about one year to have the proof that they didn't have sexual intercourse for a year. And oh did they not, I mean he wouldn't even look at "her". To him 'she' was an it now. Nick or Narcissa still got to live at the house because of some legal issues, you know the drill. Although that still didn't help my situation."

"Sorry to interupt, but how did you live with them. I mean wasn't your birth mother the maid?" Harry asked.

"Yes well that was simple, all he basically did was marry the maid after the divorce of course but I was born already, so thus makes me the bastard. Understand now?" Draco asked looking quite bored

"yes okay please carry on."

"Um well, Nick was pissed off about me, because if it weren't for me than he could still be married to Lucius the whole divorce never would occured and she would still be a Malfoy. But damn did he deserved it, I mean seriously."

"I'm sorry to say this Draco since we're getting so far now, but time is up. I'd meet you here at 1:30 sharp next time alright. And before you leave here's a prescription for some you know stress relivers." Harry said handing the paper over to Draco.

"Oh really, that quick huh. Well thank you and yeah I'll be seeing you next time." and with that said Draco left. He went down the elevater and out the door. Looking straight at him was blaise in his hummer.He quickly hopped into the vehicle and shut the door.

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"So how did it go?" asked Blaise, while fixing his sunglasses.

"Fine." was all draco said

"Aww come on, I know something happen." He said in a sing song voice.

"nothing happened, other than I cussed alot and he was doodling on that little pad of his."

"OH COME ON!" Blaise idmediatily stopped the car.

"What the hell blaise! Are yout trying to get us killed!"shouted Draco

"Please, I've done this millions of times before and your home"

"But, I don't even have the house keys." mumbled Draco

"yes but I do, so come on." he said. As they both exited the car and entered the house.

"Come on Draco give me the details." whined Blaise

"I told you already he doodled on that little pad and I cussed alot."

"Oh, well, that's a shame. I mean you out of all people I thought would have... you know?"

"Know what?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow, as he plopped himself on the black leather couch. Blaise was sitting on one of the kitchen stools.

"well ya know, the diddly."

"the what?"

"the hannanana"

"uh, come again?"

"exactly!"

"What!"

"God your slow." he shook his head in shame.

"I know I am But- damn it I said that wrong what I meant was."

"For Paris Hilton's sake Draco, didn't you shag him?" Blaise gave out a long breathe.

"There I've said it now answer the question?" Draco had the look of shock on his face. His mouth was a bit gaped open and was staring stupidly at blaise.

"I take that as a no then."

"Whaaa, why would you ask a thing like that?"

"Well you being you, it wouldn't be a surprise." he said matter of factly.

"Alright, I admit I know I like to have my one night stands but with, him? I mean really Blaise." he crossed his legs on the coffee table and laid his head back onto the couch. Blaised just gave out a small sigh.

"You know the only reason I made you go to therapy was because of him. I mean Harry's a really cute, nice guy. And I'd always thought you did have a thing for brunettes." he wiggled his eyebrows at that last comment.

"Urgh, I really hate it when you do this Blaise"

"Do what?" he said in his innocent child voice, and swung his legs back and forth with his hands together smiling cutely. But to Draco that smile was just creepy.

"You disgust me, I don't even know why I'm your friend?" Blaise made his way over to Draco and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Because you looovvvee me, you want to huuggg meee you want to -"

"Stop it right there, and don't you dare think i'm gonna kiss like Sandra Bullock." said Draco firmly as he pryed Blaise's arms off him.

"Aww you're no fun Dracy, well I'm gonna head out to the mall see ya' later." and with that he slammed the door shut.

'God I need new friends, let's see it's 4:30 that's mean Pansy's still getting laid. Blaise has that ridiculous idea of hooking me up with
therapist boy. Seriously he looks like he still is in colledge, how old could he be 20, 22 at the most. Does he even have a license to be doing this, God what has Blaise been drinking. Oh that's right martinies, gotta love those.'