Round Three: Fight
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The breath against his neck came in hot pants as Malfoy twisted his arm painfully behind his back. It's the third time this week.
Fight it, Harry begged himself, willing away the unwelcome sensations flooding through his body. It's Malfoy, for God's sake, do not give in.
The stone of the wall was cold against his flushed cheek and he swore to himself that the stars dancing in front of his eyes were only from the pain.
"What do you want?" Harry demanded, a gasp escaping him as he was forced harder against the wall.
"Just you, Potter."
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