Chapter 3 Revised

Harry had been a mess all morning. Due to his late start he reached the Great Hall just in time for some food, followed by a scolding from the girls about not meeting them in the Common Room, and then had to sprint back up the stairs to reach Charms merely seconds before Professor Flitwick did himself. He couldn't concentrate on turning the water in front of him into wine no matter how much Hermione was pestering him with the correct technique. Harry had tossed and turned all night. He kept drifting to sleep only to jerk back up in bed violently. In the long stretches on time he spent gazing up at his bed hangings he had talked himself into feeling that this was not his fault. How could it be? He was minding his own business when Draco had attacked him and he had fought back against him. He was disarmed of his wand, what was he meant to do? It wouldn't have been wise to struggle after he was defenceless but Draco still carried his wand. He did the right thing, Harry decided.

Then the only feeling he had left to deal with was horniness. Before last night harry had never had his cock sucked. His relationship with Ginny had gone as far as fondling over clothes rubbing each others bodies. As any 16 year old who was cooped up with a plethora of females around his age for 10 months at a time he was very familiar with the sensation of cumming in his hand. But last night…last night had been something else. At the time he had felt the pleasure that being stimulated brings. He knew that if he hadn't have hated Draco so much he would have had even more to experience.

For a brief moment he considered what it would have felt like if he was fully willing of placing himself in Draco's mouth. Ugh that mouth! Less hot than Ginny's had felt around his tongue but softer and more powerful. His hand would never be able to reproduce the engulfing suction of a mouth. He knew for sure that a tongue wrapped around his cock was far better than one on his lips, which a day before was his idea of the pinnacle. But Harry chastised himself for these thoughts and told himself that he needed to get his act together and focus on what was really happening here.

Why had Draco ambushed him like that? Maybe Draco wanted to see how far he would be pushed and get into a fight when Harry when he'd had enough. Was the aim to try and humiliate Harry in some way? But then surely Draco would have taken some evidence from the incident to flash about to people. Harry had considered that maybe it wasn't him at all. After Hermione's comment about it being dangerous times they lived in it had crossed his mind in bed that it could have been someone much more malevolent that had pushed him up against that wall. The mannerisms had been perfect though. It's difficult to mimic someone's posture and the small details they express themselves after some Polyjuice potion has been necked but Draco seemed as ever he was.

Was Harry reaching too far? Maybe it could be that Draco was gay, or was experimenting. However Harry kept coming back to the same question: why me? They hated each other, that much was obvious. He had also said that he didn't want to do that, least of all to Harry so why would he go after him? Perhaps it was because no one would be Harry if he told people what happened. Another reason could be because Draco didn't think he would want to admit it happened. This muddle of thoughts swirled through his head all night and all morning. It was making him feel dizzy.

"Harry? We've been dismissed, we need to get to potions"

"Huh? Yeah course Ron, I'm coming now." Harry had decided that whatever it was that had happened what wasn't his mess to deal with. He was going to put it down as a bad dream and move on. No more dwelling thoughts.

Potions this year was better. The class was made up of one third Slytherins but that was an improvement on the last five year's classes being made up of half of them. Mostly everybody stuck to their own house groups and Harry, Ron and Hermione talked to Ernie. There used to be a certain amount of apprehension walking down to the dungeons. The Gryffindors were brave and never scared of a fight but they always felt like it was best to avoid them. Especially when Professor Snape, the old potion's master, was nearby and would likely take fifty points from Gryffindor for the pure hell of it. When they had reached the corridor next to their potions room the Slytherins were already there. The third years who had been occupying their class room were filing out and one of the girls had dropped her potions kit next to where they were standing. Fluids and vials of all colours and consistencies flew in every direction and smashed onto the floor. As Harry had turned at Hermione's scream he slipped in something yellow and came crashing down onto his side. Blushing furiously the girl made her apologises before running off gasping.

"I would stay down if I were you, Potter. You suit the floor." Draco jeered with the Slytherins and some of the Ravenclaws laughing behind him.

"Piss off Malfoy."

"Is that the best you have Weasel?"

"Leave him alone Malfoy" Grunted Harry being pulled up by Ron.

"Wow, Gryffindors really are shit at come backs. Has hanging round the Weasel made you gone even soppier Potter?" Harry ignored him and tried to brush some of the mess off his robes.

"Did you hear me Potter? I thought Gryffindor was for the brave but as always you prove it's for losers." Harry turned and squared up to him, not an easy task when he was the smaller of the two. He had resolves five minutes ago that he was going to leave yesterday behind him but he would not have Draco treat him however he pleased.

"How about you fuck off for a change Malfoy? We didn't say anything to you, we didn't even look in your direction. Why don't you do whatever the fuck you please on your side of the corridor and we'll mind our own business. I've had enough of your crap."

"Oh have you now?" Draco smirked. "Why don't you fucking make me?" With that Draco had pulled him by the collar of his robes and shoved him up against the wall. This was all too familiar. Memories of being helpless flooded him. All he could do was look into those cool, taunting eyes. There were shouts from the other students but harry couldn't hear them. Draco had his full attention.

"What's wrong, hey? Scared Potter?" He was. He was shitting himself. He couldn't move a single muscle or utter a single word. He knew that Draco could over power him and do what he wanted to. He'd already done that. Harry felt like a sitting duck.

"Ah boys, what seems to be the problem here?" Boomed Professor Slug horn's voice from the now open door. "Not fighting are we lads?"

"Fighting sir? Nothing as serious as that Professor." Draco had switched on the charm and dropped Harry in an instance.

"I would hope not. In you go then- Potter? What is that on your robes? Bets run up to the Hospital Wing in case something's nasty is mixed in with it."

Harry picked up his bag as he moved towards the stairs but he wasn't aware of it. Hermione might have been saying something to him as he passed. For the second time in twelve hours he was shaken to his core. His dazed state kept him moving forward without interacting with anyone.

Draco made him feel intimidated. Draco scared the shit out of Harry.