Coercion and Confusion

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Harry walked dazedly back to his dorm, deciding to forgo dinner in favor of climbing into his warm sheets and recounting the days events. Since everyone was at dinner, the common room was empty and Harry was able to succesfully creep into his dorm.

He collapsed on his bed, only bothering to remove his shoes and robes before pulling the covers over himself and curling into a ball. He turned off the magical light behind his curtains. He lay in the dark, staring at a picture on his bedside table, the outline just visible in the blackness off the bed.

The picture was that of his parents on their wedding day with Sirius in the background. Harry knew the picture by heart. He reached out a hand and traced the outline of his parents he knew was on the picture. Through the dim moonlight they smiled and waved at him. He smiled slightly, then sighed and turned over onto his back and stared at the pitchblack ceiling.

What had just happened? The whole day was a mystery to Harry. He'd been minding his own business, granted staring at Malfoy probably wasn't the best idea, given the situation, and then everything flew into oblivion. Ron and Hermione both knew, before he did! Then Dra-Malfoy! was being extra nice to him.

And that kiss. It had been so soft and sweet and not demanding at all. Harry didn't know what to make of it. He reached up a hand and felt his lips, imagining he could feel Draco's petal soft lips pressing into his own. But what had posessed him to do it in the first place?

Draco hadn't shown any inclination or interest towards Harry at all. In fact, he hadn't even teased Harry for his actions in Hogsmeade. Harry had been prepared for a full on attack, but Malfoy had kept quiet and not said a word mentioning the passings in Hogsmeade.

Harry had been very surprised that Malfoy was respecting his wishes, but it had dawned on him several days after that perhaps he was waiting until the opportune moment to get Harry. It had been a few weeks though and nothing had happened.

Tonight fully confused Harry. Draco had finally let it slip that he hadn't forgotten the day. And now Ron must be suspicious, or if he wasn't, he would tell Hermione who would figure it out. She might be enamored with Ron, but she had lost none of her amazing reasoning skills.

Harry was positive that they had figured out everything by now. He groaned at the thought that he would have to face them soon and tell them everything. 'Too bad I haven't figured anything out yet...' Harry turned over and buried his face in his pillow and fell asleep slowly.

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Meanwhile, another certain someone had also decided to forgo dinner, choosing instead to seek comfort in a dark Slytherin lair.

'Aah, the best perk to being Head Boy is having your own room,' Draco thought contentedly, lying on his silk green sheets, relishing the comfort.

'I just kissed Potter,' Draco thought. Why had he done that? Draco's mind drifted back to the conversation he'd had with Blaise. 'Not until you tell me what your fixation with Potter is...'

Fixation? Draco laughed derisively. He did NOT have a fixation with Potter. He watched him closely and studied his habits because they were enemies. It was important to know that Harry chewed his lip when nervous, and that he never seemed completely happy around the rest of his trio, or that when he was bored he chewed on his quills, or that he really did try in potions, but no one seemed to notice.

'Yes, important, because I hate him.' Draco tried convincing himself, but he couldn't do it entirely. He had to admit that Potter was very good looking and turned many a head in his direction. The fact that he was gay only added to his appeal. He was within range now, not that that would have stopped Draco anyway if he'd wanted Potter. Which he didn't!

'Me and Potter? What a joke! Potter is not someone I would be with,' Draco thought vehemently. 'For one, he is a virgin. Do you know what that would do!? He would get attached, and I can't have that! For two, he's Harry Fucking Potter, The Fucking Boy-Who-Lived! Being with me would ruin his reputation, wait...why am I worried about his reputation?' Draco shook that thought out of his head.

He should not be worried about what Potter did with his life. It was not his problem. He should only be worried about himself, right?

'Oh God,' Draco thought tiredly, 'What am I going to do?' He sighed laboriously and tried to focus on the problem. What was the problem again? Oh yeah, that Potter liked him, or was it that he liked Potter...? Draco squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples.

'I do NOT like Potter!'

Are you sure? His inner monologue spoke up. Draco growled. He hated when his conscience butted in.

'Yes, I'm sure,' Draco thought murderously.

You don't seem like it. I mean, you just snogged him...

'It was a one time thing!'

But that was the second time. His inner voice reminded him.

'That's not the point! I don't like him!'

Okay, whatever you say, his inner voice said in a tone clearly indicating disbelief and only placation.

"I don't!!" Draco exclaimed out loud.

"Don't what?" Blaise asked as he entered the room. Draco cursed himself for not locking the door. Blaise slid smoothly through the door and sat down on the bed next to Draco. "You don't what, Draco?" Blaise reiterated the question.

Draco growled at him.

"Nothing." Blaise raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well it wasn't nothing.

"I noticed Potter wasn't at dinner," Blaise said conversationally, his eyes locked on Draco's face. Draco eyes widened and his gaze flickered to Blaise before his mask reappeared, and he looked bored and disdainful once more.

"What do I care what Potty does?" Draco drawled maliciously. Blaise scooted up further on the bed and lay next to Draco, still watching him closely. He lay a hand on Draco's thigh and started rubbing up and down.

Draco closed his eyes and relaxed into his touch. Blaise's hand creeped furthur up Draco's leg. Draco smirked as it neared his crotch area. He moaned a little as Blaise's hand nimbly undid the buttons on his pants and a hand slid down.

Draco gasped as Blaise started stroking his rock hard cock. He groaned and Blaise increased his pace, still keeping a close watch on Draco's face.

"Blaise," He gasped, "I'm gonna--" There was a sharp intake of breath from Draco. Blaise had stopped stroking and was removing his hand. Draco glared at him. "What the fuck!?" Draco exclaimed.

Blaise sat up on his elbow and looked at Draco.

"What is your deal with Potter?" He asked. Draco scoffed and pushed Blaise away from him.

"Don't you mean your deal? You're the one obsessed with him." Draco tried to displace the blame. Blaise's eyes narrowed, and he lay a hand on Draco's stomach.

"Draco, you don't have to be like this anymore. Just tell me what it is. I can keep a secret, I mean, I am a Slytherin." Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise.

"I'm well aware that you are a Slytherin, Blaise." Draco sighed. He didn't even know what his 'deal' was, so how could he explain it to Blaise?

"Come on," Blaise prodded quietly. Draco glanced over at his best friend, and, for the second time in his life, gave in.

"I don't know what it is," Draco began quietly and Blaise watched attentively. "He's so goddamn annoying, especially with those friends of his, but then sometimes I find myself wanting to shag him at odd times, in potions, in the closet off the hall, in my room, the forbidden forest...I can't explain it. I don't know what's going on. Sure he's hot, but that's it, right? He's the Golden Boy, The Chosen One, The-Boy-Who-Lived. Ever since Hogsmeade though, he's been in my thoughts. It's like he's stuck there and no matter what I do, he won't go away!"

"What did you do tonight?" Blaise asked carefully.

"I...I was nice to him, and then I...kissed him." Blaise's eyes widened and he stared at Draco in amazement.

"But why?" Blaise asked incredulously. Draco laughed derisively.

"Hell if I know. One minute we were talking and the next I just got this sudden urge to kiss him, so I did."

"And what did he do?"

"Nothing. I ended it quickly and came back here. That's probably why he wasn't at dinner." Blaise nodded, thinking.

"Granger and the Weasel didn't even seem to notice," Blaise snickered at their obliviousness.

"They're not good enough for him," Draco said quietly. "He should have been my friend."

"Well, you can't change the past."

"No, but I can change the future."


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A/N: I'm trying to update this weekly now, but...my computer is acting up, A LOT. i may have to get it repaired, meaning i wouldn't have it...so please dont be mad if i don't update for awhile...sorry! *runs and hides while throwing rocks at computer*

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