The Lion in Winter

A/N: Geez, long time no update. This chapter gave me a little trouble, I re-wrote it three time before I was finally satisfied. It's the longest chapter yet AND contains a lemon, that *should* make for some happy readers lol. Thanks for all the reviews, you guys rock! Enjoy!


Chapter Nine

Harry gulped as he eyed his smiling husband.

In his opinion this was all just happening too fast. He wasn’t prepared for the mental battle of submitting to Draco, but he wasn’t prepared for the alternative either.

He closed his eyes and took a huge gulp of air, hoping it would help calm his nerves.

Draco just smirked amusingly as he took in the scene.

“Okay,” Harry said, determination written across his proud face.

“Ready then?” Draco asked, his eyes shining with unspoken laughter.

Harry simply nodded before taking a few steps towards the blonde.

He was a mere foot away when he suddenly stopped and turned around, facing the door on the opposite side of the room.

“I can’t.” he said crestfallen.

Draco growled before standing to his feet.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarled, looking at Harry as if he were broken.

“Nothing,” Harry said defensively, turning to look Draco once again.

Draco simply glared, fighting his own inner battle. His years of teaching, training, and just general upbringing were screaming at him to throw his husband onto their bed and remind him of his place.

Draco took a few deep breaths while counting silently in his head, willing his anger to go down.

Harry was trembling terribly, the memory of their first night replaying over and over in his head. He hadn’t realized it had effected him this much.

Draco sighed when he noticed the fear radiating off the other man.

Compassion really wasn’t one of his strong suits, but he realized that Harry needed that right now and that if he chose to not show it, there might be no hope of ever having a peaceful relationship.

Draco gracefully walked over to Harry, approaching the brunette carefully before pulling him into his arms.

Harry immediately started to fight, squirming and kicking his arms and legs to try and get out of reach.

“Relax, I’m not going to hurt you.” Draco whispered is Harry’s ear comfortingly.

Harry’s protest became less and less violent as he let himself calm down in Draco’s arm embrace.

“That’s it love,” he whispered again, the pet name for the first time holding no malice.

“Look at me Harry,”

Draco moved one hand to gently play with the hair at the nape of Harry’s neck while the other one went to caress Harry’s cheek softly.

Harry’s bright green eyes raised to look into Draco’s silver blue ones.

He seemed to snap out of his fearful trance at the soft smile gracing the blonde’s lips.

It wasn’t the condescending smirk that he would usually be seen wearing, but an honest smile.

Harry mustered all the courage he had and gently smiled back, giving the blonde the okay he had been waiting for.

Draco pulled Harry closer before leaning in and capturing his full, rosy lips with his own.

Harry moaned at the initial contact of the soft, warm mouth.

He let his arms shyly circle the other’s waist, resting his hand on the small of Draco’s back.

Draco pulled away slightly before taking a small step backward, pulling Harry with him towards their bed.

Harry looked apprehensively between the bed and Draco.

Sensing his lover start to panic, Draco pulled Harry in for another breathtaking kiss. All the while moving them closer to his final destination.

“Draco,” Harry mumbled against the soft lips, his eyes still closed as he fought to catch his breath.

“Relax Harry, let me take care of you.” Draco mumbled back, pushing the emerald eyed man’s chest gently causing him to tumble to the bed in an ungraceful heap.

Draco smirked before following in a more dignified manner.

“We both have entirely to many clothes on for this to work.” Draco said teasingly, pulling at Harry’s trousers fiercely.

“Damn tailor, I’ll see to it he never works another day in his poor, pathetic life.” Draco growled, frustrated after a few minutes of unsuccessfully tugging at the pants.

“We will defiantly be getting you some more…easily removable trousers.” Draco raised his eyebrows and looked at Harry suggestively, finally managing to pull the pants down Harry’s legs before tossing them uncharacteristically to the floor.

“Why are you doing this?” Harry asked suddenly, pulling himself away from Draco and closer to the head of the bed.

“Talk later,” Draco replied, stalking towards Harry like a starving lion after his prey.

“No. Now.” Harry demanded, putting his hand on Draco’s chest firmly to stop his advances.

“Oh for fucks sake.” Draco said, rubbing his hand through his hair and giving Harry a pitiful look.

“It won’t kill you,” Harry snapped.

“It might,” Draco said, moving to the far end of the bed before sitting on his feet in a very informal and non-malfoyish style.

“Please, five minutes of sexual frustration will not be your demise.” Harry said, rolling his eyes to emphasize his point.

“If only,” Draco replied curtly, obviously irritated with the other man as well as the situation.

Harry just starred at him with a confused look on his face.

“After your father formally signed the wedding certificate in the court yard I have had to cut all of my previous…” Draco paused as if he were searching for the perfect word.

“Arrangement lose,” Draco said, deciding there really was no other way of saying it with out being crude.

Harry just gave Draco a disgusted look before snorting and crossing his arms.

“Look Harry I can easily go find one of them if you prefer. It’s not as if they dare to speak of it but even if they did, it’s no crime. I’m certain it would not please your parents if they were to hear but really, what can they do now?” Draco eyed the brunette, trying to gage his reaction about the suggestion.

“I thought you were here to impregnate me.” Harry said bluntly, not daring to look at Draco’s face.

“Yes,” Draco said simply.

“So what? You’d go out and have an illegitimate child just because I wanted five minutes to speak with you? I wonder what your high courts would think of that matter.”

Harry was enraged; he didn’t even stop to think about why he was so angry with the thought of Draco with another. All he knew was this was his husband and he would be damned if another person ever laid their hands on him again.

Draco sighed, “No Harry, I was never planning on leaving. I just, damn this is hard for me too okay?”

Harry nodded his understanding, relief washing over him after hearing that Draco didn’t even want another.

“We’re both out of our territory. It’s going to take time but I know I don’t want to life the rest of my life like the last couple of days and I hope you don’t either.”

Harry shook his head no, watching as Draco took control of the situation.

“That’s why I’m doing this, despite my previous actions to the contrary I don’t wish to see you in pain.” Draco finished softly, crawling back over to Harry.

Moving so he straddled the now dazed brunette.

“So like I said earlier, just sit back and let me take care of you.”

Draco let his hands wonder over Harry’s now bare chest, marveling at how a body could be so muscular yet so thin at the same time.

He leaned over, peppering kisses against the olive toned skin of Harry’s neck, his right hand moving to gently rub one of Harry’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Harry groaned at the sensation, hips thrusting up forcefully in search of anything to relieve his now throbbing erection.

Draco smiled gently against Harry’s neck, letting his left hand slowly move to grasp Harry’s manhood.

He held it in his hand for a few seconds, appreciating the feel of the hard, lightly veined, downy flesh.

“Draco,” Harry moaned piteously, his back arched at an abnormal level.

Draco chuckled softly before taking pity on his new lover.

His hand slowly started to slide against Harry’s prick, his thumb massaging the tip before spreading the drops of pre-cum that had started to gather there. His movements were made easier but that slight lubricant the sticky substance made.

Harry’s eyes were clenched shut in pure ecstasy, his head pushed as far back in the pillow as he could manage as his hips shamelessly pumped into Draco fist.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now Harry.” Draco whispered seductively in Harry’s ear, letting his warm breath ghost over the shell.

Harry whimpered at the sensation, he was already tittering on the brink. Draco’s hand bringing him unexplainable amounts of pleasure. Combine that with his voice and Harry overwhelmed with feelings.

“I literally can’t keep my hands off of you. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Oh please,” Harry moaned, he needed release and he needed it now.

Draco chuckled before removing his hand.

Harry’s response was automatic.

“What the fucking bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Harry demanded, his eyes almost comically wide.

“Don’t worry. We haven’t even started to begin yet.” Draco said with a mischievous smirk.

“Well get on with it!” Harry said impatiently.

Draco simply shook his head at Harry’s demanding. He gracefully moved down Harry’s body until his face was aligned with Harry’s thighs.

“Pull your legs up.” Draco instructed, giving Harry’s leg a slight push.

Harry complied, lifting his legs cautiously, feeling insecure about him self suddenly.

Draco moaned at the view, giving Harry a lustful look before pulling himself closer to his body.

Harry visibly relaxed at the other’s reaction.

He was about to tell Draco to hurry up again when he felt a warm, wet tongue swipe across his entrance gently.

“Oh merlin.” Harry moaned.

Draco placed both hands on Harry’s hips in a attempt to keep him from moving to much as he set to work.

He swiped his tongue across the tight ring of muscle a few times before stabbing at it quickly and swirling around the outside slowly.

Harry was begging brazenly, Draco’s hands struggling to hold his hips down.

Deciding that Harry had suffered enough teasing, Draco moved one hand down to prepare his husband.

Slowly pushing the first finger in, pausing to let Harry adjust.

He wiggled the lone finger experimentingly before slowly pulling it out and thrusting it back in again.

The first finger was quickly followed by a second and third.

Draco had taken to sucking the head of Harry’s cock lightly while he finger worked his magic.

Harry’s head was rolling around on his pillow, his whole body seemingly unable to stay still.

“I’m ready, I am. Just oh please!” Harry wasn’t even aware what he was saying. All he knew was that he had been held on the brink for far to long and whatever would make the blonde release him; well he was willing to do it.

Draco moved up Harry’s body once more, before settling at eye level.

“Look at me, don’t close your eyes.” Draco commanded.

Harry looked into the lust clouded silver-blue gaze, nodding once.

“Wrap you legs around my waist.”

Harry obeyed with out question.

“It’s going to hurt, which you know.” Draco stopped to give Harry an apologetic smile.

“But it’s get better, I promise.”

Leaning down to capture the brunette’s lips, he slowly started to push into the tight channel.

Stopping briefly every now and then to let Harry get use to the feeling.

Once he was sheathed inside, Draco took a long pause. Using the time to try and get himself under control.


Harry was taking deep breaths, reminding himself to relax and allow his body to get use to the intrusion with out his mind’s unneeded panic.

“Tell me when,” Draco whispered gently, using all the self control he could muster to patiently wait for his lover, rather then simply taking his own pleasure.

“Okay,” Harry nodded, his gaze still not faltering from Draco’s.

Draco smiled reassuringly before pulling out tenderly, pausing slightly before sinking back into Harry’s warm body.

He did this a couple of times until Harry was no longer wiggling in discomfort but instead was writhing in pleasure.
“Faster!” Harry demanded, lifting his hips as best he could to meet Draco’s now forceful thrust.

“Your wish is my command.” Draco said, before picking up his already forceful pace.

Harry let out a piercing scream as blinding pleasure exploded behind his eyes, sending waves down his entire body.

Draco smiled, aiming to hit Harry’s protest with each thrust.

“Can’t last,” Harry trailed off, the lustful bliss making it impossible for him to form a complete sentence.

Draco reached one hand between them, grasping Harry’s cock and pumping it in sync with his hips.

Harry called out Draco’s name as his climax crashed down around him.

Draco moaned, throwing his head back as Harry’s muscles clenched around him, sending him over the edge.

Draco collapsed on top of Harry breathing hard.

“You were wonderful,” Harry whispered affectingly in his ear.

“I’ve never felt something that amazing.” He continued, kissing just below Draco’s right ear.

“You sure do get you thought back fast,” Draco panted, still coming down from such a forceful and earth shattering high,

Harry chuckled softly before wrapping his arms around the blonde’s middle and rolling over. He pulled Draco closer as sleep started to overcome m both.