The Lion in Winter

A/N: Oh my! I am sooo sorry guys! I didn’t really realize how long it has been since I updated. Even if I did though, there wasn’t much I could do about it. Life kind of got in they way. Yeah I know, I hate it when that happens ;). Thanks for all the reviews, I appreciate them greatly. Okay well on with the way overdue chapter.

Chapter Six

Harry shuddered with self-resentment, sinking lower on the bed until he was flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

He fiercely wiped at the tears threatening to fall from his bright emerald eyes.

How could he have let himself do that? Begged with out any sense of pride or self-control. He had let the blonde get to him, had let Draco win. Well he was not going to be as easily broken as his dear husband thought.

“I’ll show him.” Harry said to himself as he got out of bed.

He slipped into his green robe before stalking out of the room.

Harry glared at his surroundings, not entirely sure how to find Draco. He spotted a tall, sandy haired man standing at the end of the hallway.

“You!” he shouted, stalking down the hallway in what he hoped was an intimidating manner.

“Where is Draco?” he demanded. His left hand sat tensely on his hip as his right foot tapped the wooden floor impatiently.

“You mean Prince Malfoy?” the man asked, he still had not looked at Harry and his voice held a tone if indifference.

“No. I mean Draco, as in my husband Draco.” Harry said rather rudely.

The man turned to look at him with big, round brown eyes.

“Of course sir, I’m very sorry. Please forgive me.” the man looked at the ground, clenching his fist in a nervous manner.

“It’s uh, it’s alright. Could you just take me to him please?”

Harry was thoroughly confused at why he evoked such fear out of the staff. Had Malfoy been spreading lies about him? Saying cruel, awful things about him? No. That couldn’t be it. Why would Draco spoil the name of his own husband? Harry’s faults were now, in Draco’s eyes, his own faults as well.

“Yes sir! Right this way.” the man swiftly walked down the hallway.

“Here we are sir.” he bowed before walking away.

Harry straightened his robes before pushing the door open fiercely.

A blonde head looked up from the rolls of parchment that he had been scribbling on. His brow scrunched together and his lips made a think line. He sat the quill down and stood up gracefully.

“I guess it’s to much to knock, especially since I specifically told you not to leave until I came back. ” he said heatedly, clasping his hands together in front of him.

Harry made an indignant noise before slowly walking towards the desk.

Draco simply raised an eyebrow before asking, “is there anything I can do for you?”
The brunette finally reached his destination. He stood as close to the other man as he could with out touching him.

He grinned up at Draco as he slowly moved his hands to the front of his robes.

“Well darling, I was just sitting in my room, all be my lonesome,” he said in a mock sad tone as he dropped his robe to the ground.

Draco looked stunned as a now fully naked Harry stood in front of him.

His erection, which still had yet to go down from early, becoming harder than ever.

“When I remember that you had yet to come,” he said in a very cheerful tone.

“And being the kind, loving and amazing mate that I am, well that just wouldn’t do, now would it?” Harry pushed Draco into the chair gently. He smirked as he followed, sitting himself in the other’s lap.

Harry began to kiss the blonde’s neck, praying that he couldn’t tell that he was scared to death.

Deciding that there was no need in beating around the bush, his hand went straight under Draco’s robes.

He stoked the other man’s hip lightly before gently cradling his now straining erection in his hand.

“What do you want?” Harry asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Oh vengeance was sweet.

The blonde said nothing. His bottom lip was now clenched between his teeth, the only sign that Harry was having any effect on him what so ever.

“Tell me or I’ll stop.” Harry whispered, licking his ear gently as his hand started a leisurely pace of stroking his cock.

The blonde made a strangled noise before reigning control back over himself. His hands were clenching the sides of the chair, his fingernails scraping at the wood.

“Come on Draco,” Harry encouraged, a huge grin spread over his red lips.

He picked up the pace slightly before grinding his own erection against Draco’s pale skin.

“I want you,” Harry said, he wasn’t sure at this point if it was the truth or not.

“And I know you want me too. And not like earlier. You want me willing, don’t you?” Harry said in his best seductive voice.

“Your dying to have me begging under you, aren’t you sweet?” Harry chuckled lightly.

His hand was now jerking furiously, his own hips thrusting lightly.

“Where’s all mighty Draco now, huh?” he taunted.

Oh yes, he was having entirely too much fun with this.

“Tell me.”

Draco’s face was flushed red, either from embarrassment and shame or out right lust.
Harry couldn’t tell which.

“Say it or I stop.” Harry threatened, his hand slowing down for a moment before picking up the pace again.

“Draco,” Harry warned, he squeezed almost painfully hard, causing the blonde to give a squeak of protest.

Harry roared with laughter.

“Who knew the great Prince could sound so much like a girl,”

“Finish it,” Draco growled, thrusting his hips into the soft, teasing hand.

“Not until you admit what we both know is true.” Harry said, humming to himself as if he were bored.

“I want you,” Draco said quietly.

“Willing?” Harry asked, now looking at the blonde seriously.

Silver eyes locked with emerald and Draco nodded gently.

Harry leaned down to place a soft kiss on the blonde’s lips before his hand went to work, stroking at an almost unnaturally fast pace.

Draco threw his head back, his back arching as his came all over Harry’s hand and chest.

He took in a few sharp breaths and Harry smiled.

He stood up and Draco eyed him apprehensively.

“Don’t ever pretend you don’t want me –willingly- again” Harry mocked, repeating Draco previous words back to him.

He gave one last smirk before sauntering out the door.