Draco ran his fingers through his hair. "I should want to have sex with my boyfriend," he groaned in frustration. "Harry is more than I ever could have wanted…or deserved."

The Mind Healer listened intently.

"I love him. I do," he said to the floor. "I want to be close to him. I just…why is it so hard for me? All of my friends…well it's all they go on about! Harry is gorgeous. I love kissing him, holding him. But with sex, it's just…I know Harry wants to. I should want to. But I just…"

Draco dragged a hand over his face. "I don't think about it. I don't have that…carnal urge or whatever nonsense. I don't think I even know what that is supposed to feel like…"