Coercion and Confusion

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Frost covered the grounds at Hogwarts and the lake froze over. Winter break arrived and soon the students all left. Ron and Hermione both left for the holidays as well. Harry remained at Hogwarts despite Mrs. Weasley's invitation. He just didn't feel up to being around big groups of people.

The night before everyone left, Harry was with Hermione trying to finish his homework so that he wouldn't have to do it over the break. There were very few people in the library since they would all be leaving the next day. Ron had a given a flimsy excuse about Quidditch and then disappeared. So it was just Harry and Hermione left to study.

Harry wasn't really doing his homework though. He was too preoccupied with thoughts of Draco. Every few minutes he would drift off into space, and Hermione would be forced to bring him back to reality. After the fourth time this happened, she was sufficiently annoyed. She sighed at his predicament and left him alone at the table and went off to find more books.

Harry stared longingly out the window where tiny flakes of pure white snow drifted by. He wished everything would work out the way he wanted, but how often did that happen? Lately he had kind of given up on Draco ever doing anything more.

He wished that Draco would somehow realize that maybe Harry was the right person for him, but he knew that it was a long shot. As Harry watched the snow float gingerly past the window he sighed, wishing things were different. He was so entranced by the snow that he didn't notice someone sneak up behind him.

He felt a hand around his waist and warm breath on his neck. The person kissed his neck gently and whispered in his ear.

"Come with me, Potter."

Harry grimaced slightly, knowing what was going to happen. They would make out, maybe a hand job, or blow job, and then Draco would disappear. Harry never talked to him. He didn't even know if he was staying for the holidays. Unfortunately, Harry loved any time spent with Draco and found it impossible to turn him down.

Obediently, Harry rose from his seat and followed Draco out. He passed Hermione on the way out and gave her a sad and apologetic smile. She rolled her eyes and shook her head in despair. Draco led Harry off to a small room off the main hallway. He locked and silenced the door.

Harry waited in the background for Draco to finish. When he did, Draco approached Harry and slipped an arm around his waist and another under his shirt. He pulled Harry closer and leaned and kissed him.

It started out soft, but soon turned rough. Harry moaned when Draco slipped his tongue inside his mouth. Draco pushed Harry backwards until his back hit the wall. He moved even closer, and Harry could feel his growing hard-on pressing against his own.

Harry was panting when the kiss was finally broken. Draco moved onto his neck and licked and sucked with skill. Harry closed his eyes and tried to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his head that told him it was wrong. He whimpered when Draco left his neck. Instead he nipped Harry's earlobe, causing Harry to shiver in pleasure.

Draco's hands wandered down Harry's muscled torso. He kissed Harry again and sucked and nipped at his bottom lip, eliciting a low groan from Harry. Draco switched their positions easily and guided Harry's head down his body.

Harry removed Draco's shirt and kissed his taught stomach. Once he reached the waist line of Draco's pants, he dipped his tongue teasingly under the rough jean fabric. He heard Draco moan loudly and it vibrated through his body. He undid Draco's pants and was confronted by his throbbing member.

Harry teased Draco with his tongue for a while, licking and tasting him, driving him to the edge of insanity.

"Harry," Draco gasped, breathing hard. "Do it, come on..."

Harry paused, enjoying the affect he was having on the blond boy and wishing he had more of an affect. He leaned in and took Draco in his mouth. Draco groaned and grasped Harry's hair to keep himself grounded. He cried out when Harry's tongue bathed his rock hard cock, sucking and licking.

Harry felt Draco reaching his climax and pushed him over the edge. Draco came hard, gripping Harry's hair tightly. Harry pulled away, looking up at him. He moved back up Draco's body, kissing as he went. His tongue laved over Draco's pale body, circling his erect nipples. Draco was standing, leaning against the wall, and breathing hard. He had his eyes closed and smiled slightly when Harry kissed his neck.

Harry leaned back and surveyed Draco. Draco opened his silver eyes and surprised Harry by pulling him forward and kissing him sweetly. Harry didn't want the kiss to end. Draco had never kissed him like that before. It was sweet and soft, not rough or demanding. Draco finally pulled away though. Harry raised a hand and ran it through his silky hair, desperately wanting to bring him back to his lips.

Harry looked deep into Draco's sparkling silver eyes and, for an instant, he thought he saw something different shining behind his cold exterior.

"Are you going home tomorrow?" Harry asked tentatively. Draco normally didn't like when Harry talked to him afterwards.

"No, where would I go?" Draco drawled, moving away from Harry and retrieving his shirt. Harry was left standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. He turned to follow Draco's movements.

"Couldn't you go see your mom?" Harry asked innocently. Draco stood upright and cocked his head to the side.

"And spend the entire break listening to her cry? I don't think so." Draco pulled on his shirt and went to the door. Just before he left he turned back to Harry. "Listen, Potter," he said in a tone far more soft than he'd been using of late. "This is fun, but let's not ruin it, alright?" Draco pulled open the door and disappeared through the opening. Harry stared gloomily after him.

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Harry awoke to an empty dormitory the next day. Nearly everyone had gone home leaving Harry with free reign of Gryffindor tower. He got up late and didn't bother to get dressed. He skipped breakfast, opting instead to sit in front of the very comfy fire. It was so relaxing that he fell asleep again. When he woke up it was late afternoon. He was very hungry, so he reluctantly got dressed and went down the dinner.

When he got to the Great Hall, he noticed that there were very few people. He was the only Gryffindor, not unexpected, and only three Hufflepuffs, all first years. Michael Corner and Terry Boot were sitting at the Ravenclaw table, and Draco, Blaise, and a few 2nd years were there at the Slytherin table.

Michael and Terry waved Harry over and he gratefully took a seat with them. He felt Draco's eyes on him as he sat down. Michael and Terry greeted him cheerfully, and Harry passed an enjoyable hour. He left eventually and headed back to his common room.

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He didn't spend much time outside his dormitory for the next few days. He contented himself to sit in the armchair in front of the fire. He rarely left the comfort of the chair except for meals and the occasional visit to Hagrid. That being the case, he did not see Draco much, if at all.

He had no inclination to see Draco. He didn't know what to do with his predicament. Obviously Draco didn't want anymore than what they had. Harry didn't know how much longer he could continue their relationship in that fashion. He figured the best way to deal at the moment was avoidance. Boy was he wrong.

Several days after the start of break, Harry had taken a chance and left his dormitory to go wander the grounds. He walked several times around the frozen lake. He was lost in thoughts of his problem. He sighed as he watched the Giant Squid try to break the ice. Eventually, Harry tired of being outside and sought the warmth of the castle.

He came in through the great oak front doors and was immediately shoved off to the side by someone. He let out a noise of discomfort and alarm as he was shoved roughly into a closet. The door was slammed shut behind him, and he opened his mouth to voice his annoyance and anger when it was covered by a warm mouth.

His captor's tongue ran itself over Harry's lower lip, begging entrance. Harry knew he shouldn't since he didn't even know who it was, but his mouth had a mind of its own. It opened readily and the foreign tongue slipped inside. Harry moaned when the mouth bit his lip and pulled softly. Their teeth clashed and their tongues meshed. Harry whimpered slightly when the mouth abandoned his own with a last nip.

"Been avoiding me, Potter?" came a dangerous voice. Harry gasped and winced slightly at the coldness of Draco's voice. He involuntarily pulled at his bottom lip nervously. Draco lit his wand, and his eyes were glued to Harry's lip.

"N-no," Harry stuttered, wishing he was more certain than his voice sounded. Draco moved closer and slid a hand around Harry's waist. He was so close that Harry could feel the heat radiating off him.

"Are you quite sure?" Draco drawled in a dangerously low voice. Harry violently wished he were anywhere else at that given moment.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure," Harry said, more trying to convince himself than anything else. Draco pushed closer and pinned Harry against the wall. Harry's breath caught in his throat when Draco's tongue licked a path up his neck to just below his ear.

"You know, Harry, I'd hate to stop doing this. You are kind of growing on me," Draco whispered in Harry's ear, his warm breath washing over it. Harry shuddered at the contact. His brain flickered for a minute. 'Did he just say I was growing on him?' Unfortunately, Draco's next words washed all rational thoughts out of his mind. "I want to fuck you."

Harry pulled away from Draco as suddenly as though he'd been burned. He stared at Draco in panic. Draco raised an eyebrow at the terrified Harry.

"What?" Harry asked for clarifications sake. Draco rolled his eyes and ran a hand down Harry's jeans and cupped his obvious hard-on through the material.

"You heard what I said," Draco drawled, the smirk evident in his voice.

"B-but, I-I can't...I mean...I..." Harry was panicking. He'd never done anything like that before. He always thought his first time would be special.

"Sure you can," Draco said in a mock pouting voice. He leaned in and kissed Harry softly. Harry nearly gave in at the kiss. He struggled to keep his mind together.

"But, Draco, I haven't..." Harry trailed away, not wanting to admit it fully. Draco got the picture though. He kissed Harry's jaw and then his neck.

"Don't worry, Harry," he breathed quietly. Harry closed his eyes and relief washed over him. Draco was being nice. "I'll be gentle." The tone of his voice made Harry trust him. Draco kissed him again. It was a slow and languid kiss. His tongue mapping out the interior of Harry's mouth. Harry moaned when Draco's hands found their way under his shirt. It was stripped off of him and thrown on the ground.

Draco fumbled with the buttons on Harry's jeans and managed to undo them. Draco moved from Harry's mouth to his neck. He sucked greedily on the sensitive spot just below his ear. Harry tilted his head back, giving Draco better access. Harry's hands, on their own accord, reached down and bumblingly removed Draco's pants. He could feel Draco's impressive erection as he took off his pants. Draco groaned when Harry's hand brushed against his hard-on.

He moved and kissed Harry again, but this kiss was much more forceful and demanding than the previous. Draco broke the kiss and reached down to his pants and pulled out his wand. Harry was already breathing heavily and eyed the wand nervously. Draco kissed his jawbone softly.

"Don't worry," He whispered again. Harry nodded in agreement. Draco raised the wand and whispered a spell. Harry gasped when he felt Draco insert a finger. Draco looked at his face, watching him carefully. When Harry's breathing had evened out somewhat he inserted a second finger.

"Oh..." Harry moaned. Draco removed the fingers and slowly pushed himself into Harry. Harry cried out when he was fully buried in him. Draco stopped and glanced up at Harry's face. It was screwed up in both pain and pleasure.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, with a hint of concern.

"It hurts," Harry whispered. Draco kissed him softly.

"It'll get better, I promise." Draco shifted slightly and Harry whimpered slightly.

"Relax," Draco instructed him. Harry's breathing was harsh and Draco could tell he was trying. "Better?" Harry nodded slightly.

"Don't stop," Harry gasped, and Draco smirked at him. He began moving, slowly at first, but he could hardly handle it and upped the pace. Harry gasped when Draco thrust in harder. Harry arched up to meet him, earning him a groan from Draco. Harry groaned as Draco moved faster, hitting his sweet spot time after time.

"Draco, faster," Harry pleaded, and Draco readily complied. The air was mixed with sweat and cries of pleasure. Finally, Draco pulled out of Harry. He stood back, panting. Harry remained leaning against the wall for support. He couldn't believe he'd just lost his virginity to a Malfoy, Draco Malfoy at that.

Draco was standing back, watching Harry carefully, as though waiting for something. Harry didn't know what to say. This was completely unprecedented. He'd been avoiding Draco for nearly a week and now he'd just been shagged by him. He didn't know what to do next.

"Well, I should be going," Draco said in an overly polite and crisp voice. Harry watched him get dressed and had a sneaking suspicion he should say something. But he couldn't find any words to say and instead watched helplessly as Draco vanished from the closet.


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A/N: It's raining. Been raining all day. This is probably the last rain I will see until I come home for X-mas break... Unless it's still monsooning when I get to school. So in celebration of the rain, a new chapter!

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