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Draco Malfoy's Diary
Musings of a Teenage Genius...
My So-called Therapist 
8th-Jul-2009 10:01 pm
Tall Blond and Handsome
Parvati fucking Patil. My mother said she'd hired someone competent, not a gossiping troll. And as for her methods... she's a dirty bitch, wanting us to show her our routine, like we're performing monkeys. And there is nothing wrong with how I view sex with Blaise. Stupid little wench, how dare she presume that I can't rip his clothes off because I respect 'the mother of my children' too much.

Psychobabble bullshit. I refuse to listen.
10th-Jul-2009 06:58 am (UTC)
You feel so.. what? Why can't you just tell me? Maybe I can make it better. Maybe I can change something or do something more like you want it. If this is not how you imagined your life, if there's something else you want, tell me..

... I don't know! I don't know what to do!
10th-Jul-2009 07:10 am (UTC)
Maybe we should get away. Or I can quit my job... we don't have to work for a living, we could just stay with the children...

.. neither do I.
10th-Jul-2009 07:16 am (UTC)
What, for the rest of our lives? You know neither one of us would be happy like that, Draco. And more important, the children will get sick of us.

... I know. It's okay.
10th-Jul-2009 07:46 am (UTC)
Maybe this therapy will work...
10th-Jul-2009 08:25 am (UTC)
Yeah.. the therapy... maybe that will work....
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