The Lion in Winter

A/N:
Hey all! Okay so I know the last chapter was really short, so being the sweet little author I am ::grins widely:: I decided I’d give you guys another chapter. Thank you all so much for the reviews, they really mean a lot and I appreciate them greatly.

I added a short little tyrant in the first chapter that most of you do not need to read. However it made me feel better and now gives me liberty to send mean emails back to the people who email me.

OH! And if anyone has an idea for a oneshot/song fic you’d like to see written, please let me know. I’m currently out of ideas ::blushes::. Thanks!

Chapter Eight

Harry heard the door creek open slowly and he quickly buried his head in his pillow and tried to even out his breathing, hoping beyond hope that Draco would think he was asleep.

He heard the blonde’s light footsteps walk towards the wardrobe and he quenched his eyes closed, praying to whom ever would listen.

Logically Harry knew that the subject could not be avoided forever. And if he somehow got through tonight with out the topic being brought up that it would simply arise in the morning.

However, he just didn’t feel like he had the strength to deal with this right now.

And once again, logically he knew that Draco could over power him physically, his dear husband had already proven that once. And that particular thought scared the hell out of him.

“I know your awake Harry,” Draco said calmly.

“I can see your hands moving,”

Harry suddenly realized that he had subconsciously been clenching and unclenching his fists, a nervous habit he had picked up as a boy.

“Damn it,” he mumbled before sitting up and turning to face Draco.

“Your acting like a child,” Draco sneered superiorly.

“I’d rather act like one than have one!” Harry exclaimed.

“Ah, so my darling mother must have told you,” Draco nodded in understanding.

“No.” Harry drawled, “your obnoxious father did.”

Draco smiled softly before turning to face Harry.

“I understand your doubts-“

“Oh trust me, there are no doubts! I have no doubt that I do not want to be a parent!” Harry stood up from the bed forcefully.

“And I won’t be.” he crossed his arms and looked at Draco defiantly.

“You have no choice, we have no choice.” Draco emphasized ‘we’.

“No,” Harry growled coldly.

“Yes,” Draco said, equally as cold.

“NO!”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

Draco sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed and running his hand through his flawless blonde locks.

“Look Harry, you obviously feel strongly about this and if I could put it off any longer than I would, but according to the court and to the people this should have happened our wedding night.” Draco looked at the brunette, his face expressionless

“No you wouldn't, you love to see me in pain.” Harry accused.

“No, no I don’t.” Draco replied smoothly, as if he had no idea where Harry might have got this absurd idea and quite frankly, didn’t care.

“Prove it,” he challenged.

“I’m trying!” Draco exploded.

“No your not,”

“Yes I am!”

“This is getting us no where.”

Harry took a step backwards at the infuriated look on the other man’s face.

“You are the most exasperating person I have ever had the displeasure of meting,” he growled

“Thank you,” Harry lied.

The fact was that Draco’s statement stung, if just a little. Nevertheless he rather enjoyed seeing the blonde loose control and he was determined to keep the upper hand no matter the costs.

“Fine. You want to play it your way, we’ll play it your way. You have no say in the matter and I don’t give a bloody damn what you think or feel on the situation. Now strip and get on the bed.” Draco snarled as he advanced on the now shocked Harry.

“Where did my control go?” he thought out loud.

Draco laughed.

“You have no control. I was going to try and play nice and ease you into the situation so that maybe we could have a relatively peaceful life but no, you’re not ready for that yet. Which by all means is fine with me. I get my pleasure with way.” Draco chuckled again.

“Liar!” Harry exclaimed enraged.

“You…no…we’ve been…you said…damn it!” Harry was so livid he couldn’t even think straight, much less get out a half way intelligent sentence.

“Very articulate, love”

“No! We’ve been over this and you admitted that you wanted me! Willing!” there ya go Harry, the brunette mentally patted himself on the back for finally getting out what he was trying to say.

“I’m not going to lie, it would be much more…pleasurable for the both of us if you were willing. However I am not the one who suffers in the end so I really could settle either way.”

Draco had not stopped his progress on Harry; seriously hoping the brunette would change his mind.

“I just, this is so sudden and I mean, I knew I guess, deep down that this would happen some day but I…I never knew it had to be so…so soon.”

Harry mentally cursed himself for stumbling over his words like a child learning to speak.

Draco merely nodded his head gently in understanding.

“Would you mind if I just asked a few questions?”

Harry’s cheeks went pink and his face took on a timid expressions.

“Go ahead,” Draco smiled reassuringly.

This was his chance to change things around.

The last few days had been hell for them both and it was obvious his previous approach was not going to work for anyone.

“When the child-“

Harry looked as if he were going to be sick at the word.

“is born will I get a say in how they are raised?” Harry asked, but already knew that what the blonde said didn’t really matter.

It was his child too, wither he wanted it at the moment or not and he’d be damned if anyone would take it away from him.

“Of course, you will after all be his father as well.”

Draco looked as if Harry’s question was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

“Good.” Harry nodded

“And I don’t want to be talked down to in front of them, well honestly at all, but we’ll take small steps.”

Harry glared at Draco as he said this, sending the message that he was not at all pleased with the way Draco had talked to him the past few days.

Draco nodded once, trying his hardest not to snap a remark at Harry.

“And I don’t want them to have an arrange marriage when they are older.” Harry crossed his arms firmly.

“That’s impossible.” Draco said looking at his fingernails, trying to appear nonchalant.

“Why?”

“Because they will be royalty, they will be my heir, my child. They can not be married to just any body.”

“Fine. But promise that we will at least try to take in to consideration our child’s feelings and not just marry them off to the person with the most power and money."

“That is in the far future, we’ll have to see how many things you have done to annoy me by then.” Draco gave Harry a small smile to show that he was teasing, in hopes of lightening the mood a little.

Harry took a deep breath before looking in silver-gray eyes.

"Okay,” Harry sighed.

Draco smiled.

“Well come here then.”

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A/N: Yes, I know…another cliffy. But I’ll try to get another chapter up soon.