The Lion in Winter

Okay people, seriously. I appreciate everyone going through the trouble of giving me a summary of The Lion in Winter HOWEVER, I don’t mean for this story to be anything like that. I haven’t read the play or seen the movie in years. I don’t even remember what it’s about (well I do now). I was in the middle of planning this story and writing the first chapter when I looked over at my fiancé’s bookshelf and low and behold there it was. And I thought, hey! that fits…I’ll just snag the title. Once again, thank you for taking the time to point out that this story has nothing to do with The Lion in Winter but alas, I already knew that. :D


A/N: Hey guys. I’ve had this idea for a while and since I seem to be at a dead end with my other stories, for the moment, I thought I’d go ahead and write this.

Warnings: This is not going to start off as a happy story. However I can guarantee that A) Harry is not going to get kidnapped by a jealous psycho (i.e. Tom Riddle). B) Harry is not going to be a little pansy that kneels at Draco’s feet all the time. C) They are not going to fall in love after 2 days of meeting and live happily ever after (after Draco kills Tom and returns Harry safely to the celebrating kingdom, of course). I’m sorry but I have read way to many of these and quite honestly I am not fond of them. However, I do plan on a happy ending, it’s just going to take a little time to get there. Ok I am done with my rant, read on if you wish.

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Draco sighed as he looked around the room, full of drunken men and women happily celebrating the joining of their beloved Prince and bravest knights son. You could hear loud chatter and the occasional clinging of glasses over the fast paced music.

He looked to his right and saw a deep frown on his husband’s face, his emerald eyes darkened with gloom. Draco squeezed his hand and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“You might want to try smiling Chéri, wouldn’t want to disappoint our adoring fans now would you? Or we could, of course excuse ourselves to bed where I could easily make those gorgeous eyes darken with a different emotion.” Draco picked up his goblet and drank down the wine greedily before walking out to greet the celebrating crowd, not even waiting for Harry’s answer.

“Draco, my boy” An old man approached him, a glass clutched tightly in his hand. “I wish you the best, of course, you know this,” He said as he swayed slightly, grabbing onto Draco’s shoulder to balance. Draco let out a chuckle and patted the man’s shoulder.

“Of course Albus”

“He’s a fine choice, young sir” Albus said with a smile and a bow before disappearing into the crowd once more.

“Drunken fool” Draco mumbled with a smile before moving towards his father.

“Robert, you can not honestly- Draco?” Lucius said surprised.

“Why I’d thought you’d be off ravishing your young husband by now” The dark hair man next to his father joked, patting Lucius on the back.

“My thoughts precisely” Lucius said, raising an eyebrow and giving his only son a questioning look.

He was well aware of his son’s escapades, even if the rest of the kingdom was not. And Harry was a beautiful boy; there was no denying that.

“Of course, however I found it distasteful to disappear for days with out atleast saying goodbye to my dear father” Draco said with a smirk.

Lucius gave him a knowing smile before pulling him into a hug.

“Go son” He whispered before pulling away and giving his song a slight push.

Draco nodded before turning back towards the front of the room.


“Come Harry” Draco said, an unreadable look on his face as he held his hand out.

Harry’s eyes grew as he took the hand, he had known the time would come but he had hoped to put it off a little longer.

“These are the halls that lead to our rooms” Draco said as he walked, trying to avoid an awkward silence.

“I will, of course, give you a proper tour in the morning” He stopped once he reached a big wooden door. He turned to look at Harry before pushing the door open.

“Take off your robes and get on the bed,” Draco said bluntly, as he calmly walked to the far side of the room.

He picked up a smile vile filled with a smokey blue liquid. He turned to see that Harry was still in the same spot he was a moment ago.

“Can you not hear?” Draco growled, walking towards the trembling man.

“I said. Get on the bed.” He grabbed Harry’s shoulders and roughly tore the white robe off.

“I am not your slave” Harry spat as he pushed the blonde man away and took two steps back.

“He speaks” Draco said as he gained his balance. “I was starting to believe I married a mute.”

He once more grabbed Harry’s shoulder and pushed him towards the bed. The blonde’s strength over powering the –only slightly- weaker brunette.

“Stop” Harry said as he started to claw that the other mans shoulders. “This is rape.”

“Oh ho” Draco laughed as he stopped his movements to lean back and stare at Harry, “is it now, dear husband”.

Draco smirked as realization crossed Harry’s face.

“That’s right Chéri, I can fuck you as often as I like, wherever I like, as hard as I like, and no one can say a word” His warm breath leaving a teasing sensation on the others ear.

“Is that really how you want it?” Harry snarled, “You want to force your lover into an act he quite obviously does not want?”

“You are not my lover, you are merely my husband by no choosing of my own. It would do you well to remember your place. And remember who it is your speaking too.” Draco said with a nasty smirk as he pushed himself off the bed.

Harry was now pushed against the headboard looking very small compared to the tall, looming man standing at the foot.

Harry however was not frightened and he too stood up. “And you would do well to remember who I am. I am not some peasant that you can talk down to and do with as you please”. Harry said stepping closer to the blonde and doing his best to look intimidating.

“My father is a hero, and with out him you and your king would have fallen ages ago!” Harry shouted
“So you might want to get off of your soap box, Draco and remember who it is exactly that you married” Harry said with a huff as he crossed his arms, looking very please with himself.

He however missed the fiery anger in the blonde’s eyes until it was too late.

Draco let out a fearsome growl as he lunged himself at Harry, throwing them both on the bed.

“I’ll show you your place,” He whispered his cold voice sending chills down Harry’s spine.

He tore off Harry’s remaining clothes before flipping him onto his stomach.

“Drink” He said as he rudely pushed the bottle into the other mans face.

Harry nervously took the blue bottle and before it could even cross his mind not to drink it he saw the look on Draco’s face and all thoughts of disobeying flew out the window.

Harry greedily gulped down the potion before promptly throwing the bottle to the floor as a cramping pain filled his abdomen.

“Good boy” Draco said as started to probe at Harry’s rear, forcing a single finger into his tight entrance.

“I can make it good for you” Draco whispered as he nibbled on the shell of Harry’s ear. “All you have to do is ask”.

“Fuck you” Harry panted as Draco added another digit.

“Fine. Have it your way” Draco growled as he roughly removed his fingers before replacing his manhood at Harry’s entrance.

“Remember this was your choosing” Draco said as he gave a harsh thrust forward, burying himself inside Harry.

Harry let out a pain filled scream as Draco continued to thrust into him, each stroke bringing more agony then the last. He buried his head into the pillow as he hands clenched the sheets. Tears fell down his face as he let out silent cries of anguish.

Draco slammed into as he roughly grabbed the brunette’s hair, pulling his face back to look him straight in the eyes.

“You’ll do well to remember this” Draco panted.

He pushed Harry’s head back into the pillow as he gave a final brutal thrust before throwing his head back in ecstasy.

Draco was still for a few moments before he promptly got out of bed. He wrapped a robe around himself before excusing himself to the near by bathroom, leaving Harry alone in the large bed to cry himself to sleep.

A/N: * cringes * I know it’s awful but it’s very crucial to the plot. It will get better, I promise. Just hang in there.