Coercion and Confusion

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Harry snuck quietly back into his dorm and collapsed on the bed. He pulled off his invisibility cloak and cast a silencing spell around his hangings. He silently cursed Blaise for leaving him with such a predicament. His hand slid slowly down to wrap around his very hard cock. He closed his eyes in pleasure as he stroked himself. First he saw Blaise leaning in to kiss him, but when Blaise pulled back, he no longer had dark hair.

His hair was white-blond and his eyes a sparkling silver. His skin was pale and creamy looking. Harry moaned a little and sped up his stroking. Fantasy Draco leaned in and kissed Harry softly. Harry could almost feel his soft, silky lips on his own. Harry panted as his stroking increased. Harry groaned desperately when he came. He embarrassedly cleaned up with his wand and lay back in his bed, contemplating.

'Maybe I really do like Malfoy,' Harry thought. 'That is so wrong, though!' Harry shook his head and sighed. He couldn't like Malfoy; the person who'd spent the last 7 years making his life a living hell, well, one of the people.

Harry listened to Neville snore for awhile trying to make sense of it all. Malfoy didn't like him though, right? When he'd kissed him he'd done nothing. He hadn't kissed back, but he hadn't freaked out either.

Harry rolled himself over and buried his head in his pillow, forcing himself to fall into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, Harry woke up late and high-tailed it down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Ron and Hermione were already there, wrapped up in themselves as usual. They didn't even glance up as he entered. Someone who did notice though, a certain dark-haired Slytherin, who poked his blond neighbor and whispered something worthy of snickering at.

Harry glanced quickly at Blaise, before hanging his head and speeding up to reach the Gryffindor table. He pulled a plate towards him and piled eggs and sausage on it, despite the fact that he wasn't very hungry. Seamus noticed this but didn't comment, for which Harry was glad.

Harry didn't eat much but simply pushed around the food on his plate for a while.

At the Slytherin table, Blaise was having a little discussion with Draco.

"You'll never guess what I did last night," Blaise said cryptically. This peaked Draco's interest, and he turned to his friend with interest.

"And what's that? Or do you mean who?" Draco asked, smirking, eager to hear of Blaise's night. Blaise grinned, and his eyes sparkled maliciously.

"Turns out Famous Harry Potter had a little problem," Blaise replied. Draco interested expression darkened a little, and he looked more calculating.

"What do you mean?" He asked carefully and in a low voice. Blaise picked up on the change but went on anyway.

"Oh, he asked me a little favor," Blaise told Draco, still smirking. Draco eyed him dangerously.

"What did you do?" He asked. Blaise saw the dangerous gleam in his friends eye and quickly dialed down his account.

"Nothing, Draco, he wanted a little test to see if he was gay," Blaise explained quietly. "Oh, and he is." Blaise smirked again. Draco furrowed his eyebrows, and he glanced quickly at the Gryffindor table where Harry was sitting, looking depressed, next to the mud-blood and weasel.

"Stupid Potter," he muttered before turning away. Blaise raised his eyebrows at Draco, and Draco sneered at him.

"He told me something," Blaise said loftily. Draco turned sharply to him.

"What?" He demanded. Blaise shook his head in an unconvincing manner.

"Nope, nothin' doin'. Not unless you tell me what your fixation with Potter is all about." Draco glared at Blaise with fire in his eyes. Blaise was far too used to this to care.

"I do NOT have a fixation with Potter," Draco growled menacingly. Blaise gave him a skeptical look, and Draco scowled. "Sod off, Zabini."

Blaise grinned mischievously at him and glanced over at Harry.

"Don't deny it, Draco," he said placatingly. Draco looked as though he was about to kill Blaise. Blaise decided it was more trouble than it was worth to keep his knowledge from him. If he did, he would end up in the hospital wing, again.

"He said he kissed you," Blaise told him. Draco went from looking furious to looking pleased with himself. He allowed himself a smirk.

"Oh, that. Yes, he tried. Too bad I don't do virgins." Blaise rolled his eyes and laughed.

"He's really not that bad of a kisser," Blaise said. Draco gave him a doubtful look.

"He must have improved significantly from when he kissed me," Draco sneered.

"Well, I helped him a bit," Blaise gloated. Draco's eyes narrowed again.

"You snogged him?" Draco asked quietly and dangerously. Blaise nodded in a satisfied manner. Harry chose that moment to look up from his table and look over at the Slytherins where Draco was glaring in hatred at his table. Harry gave him a confused and disdainful look.

"What's with Malfoy?" Ron asked. Harry tore his gaze away from Draco's piercing silver eyes.

"Dunno, just being his usual self, I guess," Harry said, hoping Ron would buy it. Ron nodded understandingly and turned away from Harry. Harry resumed his thoughtful staring at the Slytherin table.

Ever since his "midnight tryst" with Blaise, he couldn't help thinking about what he should do. He was now fully convinced he was gay, the problem was that he was almost positive he liked Draco Malfoy, of all people. It was obvious Draco didn't like him though, judging by his reaction in Hogsmeade last week.

Harry was staring wistfully into space and didn't notice that everyone had left for their classes. Harry hurriedly grabbed his things and made a mad dash for potions. He arrived 5 minutes later, panting and gasping for breath. He slid quietly inside, hoping not to be noticed.

"10 points, Potter," Snape said tiredly. He was sick of this. Harry nodded silently and took a seat in the back. Ron and Hermione gave him small smiles as he passed them. Draco sneered as Harry took the seat at the next table across from him. Blaise smiled and winked at Harry. Harry then blushed and quickly focused his attention on Snape.

The class was uneventful unless you count Ron blowing up his cauldron and Hermione and Snape both reprimanding him and his losing 50 points from Gryffindor. Draco snickered appropriately. Harry glared at him and Draco just raised an eyebrow in his direction, confusing Harry even more.

"Stupid git!" Ron yelled once they were out of the classroom. Harry rolled his eyes and walked a little ahead of Ron and Hermione. Ron didn't seem to notice, as Hermione was inclined to listen to him. Harry sped up and rounded the corner, only to run into Draco.

Harry's breath caught as he bumped into Draco and Draco reached out and grabbed him so he didn't fall over. Harry stared at him as Draco steadied Harry and released him. Harry continued to stare at him in utter shock. Draco didn't say a word but turned around and walked off in the opposite direction. Harry would have followed, had Ron and Hermione not come around the corner at that very moment, still discussing Snape.

"He's a git, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed. Hermione shook her head exasperatedly. "You okay, mate?" Ron asked Harry, concerned. Harry shook himself out of his daze.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." Ron seemed happy. "I think..." Harry added quietly under his breath.

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A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long, but i don't know...the beta's gettin' a little slow, and just a warning, i couldn't wait any longer, so this chap wasn't beta'd...*laughs nervously and runs away to hide from the grammar monster*...

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