This is a FILLER CHAPTER, fyi. I just didn't really want to continue the chapter after all that happens, and it's basically just fluff, as per the title. Anywho, enjoy!

"And now I'm here," Harry said, resting his hands on his knees and leaning back on the couch. Tinley didn't respond immediately, instead she kind of stared at Harry, as if he were a completely different person. Harry began to feel awkward, but he looked next to him at Malfoy, who gave him an encouraging nod. He faced Tinley again.

She blinked a few times, but then nodded slowly. "Um, okay then. So, just to be clear, you never took your medication?" she asked. Harry faltered. What the hell? He had divulged literally everything that had happened over the past four months, and she chose to ask about fucking medication?! What the hell was the matter with her? Harry had told his therapist that he had quit group therapy, discovered he was gay, repeatedly hooked up with his ex-worst enemy, and she decided to worry about the stupid little muggle pills that Harry didn't take? He needed to find a new therapist.

"Uh, no, I didn't. But you saw the tape of the trial. I was fine," Harry replied. Tinely tsked her tongue, sitting up straighter. Her pin curls were beginning to piss Harry off. "Harry, you were not fine by any means. You shouted in the middle of the court and disrupted the entire process," she began. Harry went on the defensive. "I was trying to keep Draco from being prosecuted, is that a crime?" he cried, his voice getting louder. Malfoy rested a hand on Harry's knee, effectively calming him down. He gave him a sideways glance, and felt a bit of the anger leave him.

Tinley leaned forward. "You're actions, Harry, they seem to me to be very rash, and I feel like you aren't taking any time to contemplate your decisions and think of every possible outcome," she explained, trying to sound sincere but to Harry, she just sounded whiney. He wanted to leave. "Look, Tinley," Harry said, standing up suddenly. Malfoy followed suit, though a bit more slowly. "I came here to update you on what was going on in my life, and I just wanted to be able to talk to someone who I didn't think was going to judge me, but obviously I was wrong. I'm not seeing you anymore, so don't contact me, okay? Let's go, Draco," Harry said, taking Malfoy's hand, and pulling him towards him.

Harry half-expected Tinley to just let them leave, but she stopped him. "You know, Harry, I really wanted you to be a success story, but now I can see that all you are is a confused, cowardly little boy," she seethed, and then waved her wand, shoving Harry and Malfoy out of her office and slamming the door behind them. Harry, fuming, spun to face Malfoy. He pointed his finger at him sharply. "Don't ever let me listen to you again," he spit, striding away from Malfoy. Malfoy groaned and chased after him. "I was just trying to be a good friend Harry, I thought it'd be healthy," Harry skidded to a stop, groaning louder than Malfoy.

He threw up his hands, twisting around. "Oh Merlin's beard, will you drop the 'friend' charade? You and I both know that we're more than that. Friends don't fuck each other, trust me, otherwise I'd have slept with a lot of my friends before you," he shouted, his voice echoing across the corridor. Malfoy looked around nervously, before placing his hands on Harry's forearms and locking eyes with him.

"Look, Potter," he said, a bit of venom seeping into his voice. "You don't think that I don't want to call you my boyfriend? Or to hold your hand in public? And just so you know, I don't call what we do fucking. I call what we do making love, because if I were fucking you, I don't think you'd want to cuddle up next to me afterward and I don't think I would want to cry from happiness when we're finished, either,"

Draco's words were arousing Harry, and he knew they rang true. He swallowed, trying to think of a response, but coming up short. "That was a really nice speech," Harry whispered. Draco tried to keep his face serious, but Harry saw the corners of his lips turn upward. Harry smirked back at him, and let Draco kiss him, even though they were in public. "Hey," Harry murmured after. "You wanna go home and make love, you sappy romantic?" Draco chuckled, and held tight to Harry, and the two disappeared.