Third Place - Angst

Harry sat for at least ten minutes in the hallway by Draco's door. He was struggling to concentrate on his breathing and not on what could possibly happen. Harry really did not want a repeat of last night. It had been horrible. He really hoped that Hermione was right and Draco would start laying off him. Otherwise, Harry didn't know if he could hold to his decision to accept what could not be changed. He was proud of his mature behavior to all of this, staying here to finish schooling, deciding not to fight with himself. But if Draco wanted sex, well, the voice may get its wish to run away.

When he saw yellow hair come bobbing down the corridor, Harry scrambled to his feet and lowered his head. The footsteps came nearer and then stopped.

"Very good, Potter." Draco opened the door and stepped inside. "Get in here."

Harry went through the opening and shut the door. Draco dropped his cloak and gloves on top of the desk chair and began unbuttoning his school robe, which was only half-done from his clothing change in the locker room. Once the robe was taken off he began on the buttons on his school shirt, all the while he kept his eyes on Harry.

"Take your clothes off," he ordered.

The voice was not at all eager to comply but Harry did as instructed. Due to his previous experience he was quick and was undressed before Draco had finished with his shirt. Standing there in nothing, Harry began shivering slightly from the cold. Draco strode over to him in just his trousers and socks. He then lifted Harry's chin so that they faced each other.

"Excellent, Potter. I do believe you have figured this out." He tipped Harry's chin further back. "You may look at me."

Green eyes met silver. Draco's looked into Harry's and seemed to find what he was searching for and nodded. "You may continue to look at me as long as you do not dare to challenge me. If you try to pull what you did earlier, I assure you that you won't want to survive after I am done with you."

"Yes, Draco. Thank you, Draco."

Draco's hand moved from Harry's chin down to his throat. It caressed and then grabbed tight. Harry was pulled forward and Draco placed his nose into Harry's neck.

"I doubt I'll ever get tired of your scent. You probably have no idea how good you smell." Draco's voice was muffled from being pressed up against Harry's throat. Harry felt inordinately happy that he had pleased Draco. He lent his head back and to the side to allow easier access. A growl of approval was heard before nipping bites were felt along his collarbone. Harry carefully raised his hand and ran it down Draco's finely muscled arm. The arm went tight about Harry's waist and brought him forcefully to Draco's body. Their naked chests met and Harry actually enjoyed the contact. But his enjoyment quickly left when Draco began pulling him toward the bed. A violent war broke out between the voice and the desire to please. The voice did not want to go anywhere near the bed and advocated for a quick retreat. When Harry was tossed on the bed, it won out and he scrambled to the far side before the desire to please exerted itself and refused to disobey Draco. In the end, Harry was left trembling at the far end of the bed, hugging his knees to his chest and staring fearfully at the blonde.

"What the hell are you doing?" Draco asked silkily.

Harry shook his head. "I� I can't," he managed to get out. Draco cocked his head to the side, a dangerous look in his eyes.

"You can't what?" he asked slowly. Harry became actually terrified at the menace in the blonde's voice.

"I�I'm afraid," he whispered. The voice was not happy about that admission.

"I know that!" Draco snapped. "But does it look like I care? Come here."

Harry was frozen. Locked between the urge to flee and the desire to beg forgiveness and go to Draco.

"I said," Draco reached across and grabbed Harry's ankle, "come here." He began pulling, dragging, Harry across the bed. Once he was close enough, Draco climbed on top of him, chest to chest. Harry closed his eyes and turned his face away. His hands were clenched into white knuckled fists and there was a faint trembling along his body. Draco straddled the other young man's waist and pulled Harry's arms over his head.

"Stop it," Draco ordered.

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered with his eyes still closed tight. He didn't know what he was supposed to stop, but he knew he should apologize anyway. Draco growled and slammed Harry's arms down on the bed.

"I said, stop it! Stop being afraid!"

"I can't. I'm sorry." Harry bit his lip and waited for the hit or bite or whatever. But it didn't come. Instead, Draco growled in frustration and, pulling Harry along with him, climbed off the bed and began heading into the room he had disappeared into the previous night. The voice was urging Harry to pull away, grab a weapon, to get out of that room. But the desire to please was strong and made sure Harry followed Draco faithfully.

It was a bathroom, as Harry had suspected. It was simple, white and green tiles, a shower bath combo and a single toilet. A sink and gold-framed mirror completed it. Draco drug Harry over to the tub.

"I'm still hot and sweaty. You're going to fix that." Draco dropped Harry's arm and crossed his arms over his chest in an obvious gesture of waiting. Harry stared at Draco's naked and hair sprinkled chest before understanding. Happy with the reprieve he had received, Harry quickly stepped over to the taps and turned on the water. Then he looked back at the blonde.

"Would you like a shower or bath, Draco?" he asked respectfully.

"We will be taking a shower." Harry's eyes widened in apprehension but he quickly set the taps to direct the water to the showerhead.

When Harry deemed the water a good temperature, he turned back to Draco. Draco had not changed his posture at all, and in fact raised an eyebrow in expectation. Harry realized what he was supposed to do. He took a deep breath, trying to tell the screaming voice to shut up, and reached for Draco's waistband. He unbuckled the expensive dragon-hide belt and pulled it free of its loops.

"Where would you like me to put this?" he asked holding up the belt.

"On the counter for now."

Nodding, Harry leaned over and set the belt down and returned to his task. Biting the inside of his lip in nervousness, Harry unbuttoned the top button and pulled the zipper down. Red fabric could be seen as the fly parted. Harry was inwardly terrified. He was being used as an implement in his own torture. But the desire to please was happy to point out how well defined Draco's torso was and how the dark blond hair trailed down from his navel, past the silver spots and down into the red underwear. Palms sweating, Harry took hold of the sides of the trousers and pulled them down. The fabric pooled nicely around Draco's sock clad feet. Then he stepped out of the trousers and kicked them to the side.

"Continue," he ordered gesturing to the red underwear. Harry looked up sharply and caught Draco's eyes. His breathing becoming more rapid, Harry looked down at the red material and slowly reached out. He paused just before touching them.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, Potter," Draco burst out in frustration. "You just had it happily in your mouth twelve hours ago!"

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered. He reached again for the waistband and again paused just as the fabric brushed his fingers. It was silky to the touch, which meant it probably was silk. He didn't see Draco wearing synthetic material.

Draco made a sound of impatience and placed his hands over Harry's at his waist. "Fine, we'll do it together." Pushing on Harry's hands, the shorts slowly slid down and revealed Draco's manhood. It was still quietly lying in its nest of hair. At the sight of its soft small size, Harry visibly relaxed. Draco let his hands go and he pushed the shorts down the rest of the way until Draco stepped out of them and kicked them over next to his trousers. Leaning on the sink, he pulled his socks off and they went flying over to land in the pile as well. The shower poured down as both boys stared at the other's naked body.

"Now, since you have decided to deny me the first item on my agenda for the evening because of your pathetic mewling, we shall instead teach you the beauty of my body. You will soap me up, massage every muscle, and rinse me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Draco." Harry waited for the other shoe to drop but instead Draco just moved past him and stepped into the tub. Because of a water-reflection charm, there was no need for doors or curtains. Therefore Harry was treated to the unobstructed view of Draco's quidditch-toned body being sluiced with water. The desire to please was ecstatic that he had not been claimed by an ugly or old Supero. Harry wanted it to shut up, but had to agree with its findings. Draco was certainly not hard on the eyes. In fact, if he weren't Draco Malfoy, Harry would be forced to admit that the blonde was quite attractive.

"Get in here."

Harry quickly stepped into the tub and took the soap offered. Lathering it between his hands, he then set about soaping up Draco's back, using the lubrication to knead the hard muscles. He worked from the neck down to the lower back. Then began massaging the defined muscles in Draco's arms. Kneeling down, using Draco's body as a shield from the pelting water, Harry worked on the backs of the legs and after a brief hesitation, the taut mounds of his backside. He was so involved in his task that he forgot to be afraid. Instead he reveled in the feel of Draco's skin running under his hands. Marveled at the sinewy strength the other young man had.

Therefore, when Draco turned around and Harry was met with a fully aroused cock, he almost didn't take into account what it could mean. But the voice wasn't so forgetful and again picked up its litany of escape. Staring at the hard shaft, Harry began to remember and to regain his earlier feelings of terror.

"Oh no you don't." Draco grabbed his hands and pulled him to a standing position. He then placed the soapy hands on his hard chest and began working them over his pectoral muscles. "You will not make me soft this time, Potter. You will not become afraid, do you understand? You will instead continue what you were doing and forget everything else for right now." Draco's voice was low and, surprisingly, coaxing as he continued to move Harry's hands over his chest.

Harry peered up into the silver eyes and then nodded. He tried very hard to concentrate on his task. Once he began moving on his own, Draco dropped his hands down to his side. Harry began massaging around the collarbone, moving his hands out until they ran along the shoulders and down the arms. Bringing them back up, he moved them over Draco's erect nipples and then down to that very nice stomach. His hand brushed against Draco's erect member standing against the silver spots and he quickly looked up to gauge Draco's reaction. Silver eyes calmly watched him. Licking his lips he decided to ignore the accidental touch and continue. He slid his hands along Draco's hips and then ran them down the tight flanks. Making sure to not look directly at Draco's cock, Harry regained his kneeling position and kneaded the thighs and ankles. And then he was done and didn't know what he should do now.

"Rinse me," Draco said softly. Harry had no clue why that was necessary in a shower but he climbed to his feet and began filling his cupped hands with the water over Draco's shoulder and releasing it over the blonde's soapy body. Fairly quickly there were no more suds and Harry stood there unsure what else he was required to do. Draco looked down at his thoroughly clean body and then back to Harry.

"Now, see? Nothing to be afraid of." Harry did not believe that and so did not respond. "Now, you will wash." Draco switched places with Harry and leaned casually back against the tile wall. Harry was a bit uncomfortable being the floor show but did as instructed, taking the soap and running it quickly over his body.

"Slow down," Draco ordered roughly. "I want to enjoy this."

Harry did as he was told and slowly washed his body. He saw that Draco was indeed enjoying his ministrations and unconsciously began to move the soap and his hands in a more sensual manner. He actually started to enjoy himself, delighting in the feel of his hands rubbing his nipples. Then he felt another set of hands on his nipples and he opened his eyes and gasped. Draco was looking right into his eyes as he pinched and twisted the sensitive nubbins. Harry was surprised that it didn't hurt and was actually quite nice.

"Give me the soap, Harry," Draco said smoothly. He took the soap and began making a strong lather in his hands. When he was satisfied with the amount, he turned Harry around to face the wall. Harry tensed when he felt hands on his lower back and panic began when they reached his rump. The voice was screaming for him to wake up and get the hell out of there, that he had been tricked.

"Ah ah, no going cowardly on me." Draco's hands massaged his cheeks. "This feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Y-yes, Draco." Harry's voice trembled in apprehension. His hands, which were pressed against the tile by his head, were clenched in fists.

"And we have already gone over the fact that there is nothing to be afraid of, correct?" He waited for Harry's hesitant nod before continuing. "So, then you just need to relax and please me."

The desire to please heard its name called and rose to the forefront. It drowned out the voice and made Harry relax his hands and the rest of his body followed.

"Good, Harry. Very good." Draco was pleased and Harry was happy. Then he felt something enter him and the voice once again rose up in a wail. But the burning and agony did not come, only a sense of fullness and Harry relaxed again. The something pushed in and pulled back out and Harry realized that it must be one of Draco's fingers. Then a second finger joined in and again Harry prepared for the pain but again it did not come. Draco's fingers moved in and out, scissoring back and forth and Harry decided that this really wasn't so bad and if it pleased Draco then all the better.

"Now, I am going to enter you, Harry, and you are not going to be afraid and you will please me," Draco stated matter-of-factly as if speaking to a slow child.

Harry felt Draco move closer and then he was being stretched to accommodate something larger than fingers. Panic set in and he stiffened up and Draco stopped.

"Potter, you will not stop me. You will not be afraid. Do you want to please me?" Harry nodded.

"Speak."

"Yes, Draco," Harry said breathlessly.

"Then you will stop being afraid." The desire to please obeyed his words and Harry relaxed again. "Good." Draco began pushing again and Harry was trying hard not to think about the pain. When Draco's chest rested against his back and the blonde was fully inside him, Harry realized that there was no pain. Stretching, fullness, perhaps a bit uncomfortable, but no actual pain. What ever Draco had done with his fingers had done the trick and Harry, in fact, smiled in relief.

"Very good, Harry," Draco murmured into his neck just loud enough to be heard over the shower. Harry was so delighted in pleasing Draco and not being in agony for it, that he reached his hand back and rested it on Draco's buttock. The Supero growled and nipped at Harry's neck before pulling out and sliding back in. He began a slow and deliberate pace, never going faster or deeper than Harry was ready for.

"Look, Harry." Draco grabbed Harry's hair and tugged his head to look out into the room. Across from them, in the gold-framed mirror, was the picture of two young men having sex in a shower.

"Erotic, yeah?" Harry nodded and continued to watch as Draco increased the tempo of his thrusts. He watched as his chest was pushed more fully against the wall while Draco pulled his hips out for more leverage. He watched as Draco became more and more flushed with exertion. And he watched as Draco pushed all the way in, flattening Harry to the wall as he came.

A few moments passed as Harry listened to the roar of the water and the panting in his ear.

"Fuck, that was good."

Harry preened at the pleasure evident in Draco's voice. Draco pulled out and turned to wash himself in the water stream. Then he turned off the taps and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel hanging near by. He threw the second towel to Harry and they both dried off, Harry doing so slowly in amazement at the casual nicety of Draco giving him the towel.

"Your sleeping on the floor, Potter." Draco walked out of the room. Harry finished drying off and quickly followed.

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