To Love A Lion

Chapter Four

Draco was utterly stumped! How the hell was he going to explain his presence here to Potter? Somehow he didn't think that an excuse such as I just felt like an invisible walk was going to cut it.

The front door to the house opened with a crack against the wall as Harry pushed it with a force that made Draco cringe.

"Harry what in goodness sake are you...oh, hello Draco" Alexis eyed him, her cool grey eyes even more so as she took in the anger etched so clearly on Harry's face.

"Should I make my self scarce?" she asked Harry, her eyes and her tone soft as she looked at him. Draco wanted to scoff at it but he doubted his actions would go unpunished.

Under her gentle gaze the anger seemed to drain out of Harry and he offered her a smile that had Draco catching his breath. He had forgotten how beautiful Harry's smile was when he allowed a natural one to form.

"That would be great honey" he replied his tone warm.

"I have a few things I need to buy for the wedding, do you need me to get you anything while I'm out?" she asked, her gaze swung once again to Draco and there was something unreadable in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Just some more parchment" Harry replied and she made her way down the stairs. She looked Draco in the eye as she dropped a kiss on Harry's lips and he thought back to the words she had said that night on the veranda.

He shuddered.

"See you later baby, good day Draco" and with that said she sailed out the door her white blonde hair flowing behind her.

Draco looked about the house; it was gorgeous and apparently designed by Alexis herself. No wonder Herminie's and Alexis's interior design company was such a success they both had so much flair and style.

But he couldn't really dwell on that, not with Harry looking at him like he wanted to hex him into next week. He slipped his smirk onto his face and eyed the smaller man up and down; he did little to keep the obvious appreciation from his gaze.

Clad in just a pair of denim jeans left undone at the waist riding low on his hips, his chest and feet bare and his hair wet and curling damply to his face Harry was simply stunning.

Even if he was angry.

"Alone at last Potter" Draco smirked deciding that getting to the point wasn't going to help his cause. He didn't have an answer and he knew that Harry knew it…and he also doubted that any real reason he gave would instantly be scoffed at.

"Cut the crap Malfoy and tell me what the hell you was doing outside my house."

Draco's grin widened he knew that Harry was never one for idle banter. He really should have known he'd want answers straight away, always the typical Gryffindor.

"Come on don't tell me I'm not allowed to walk about now. Ok so I was using my invisibility cloak but it's not a crime is it, you used to use it all the time" Draco said after a pause, the explanation was vague but reasonable.

"Only when it was to get me out of a sticky situation."

"And that's exactly what I was using it for" Draco shot back, and then mentally groaned…he shouldn't have said that. Harry's eyes instantly narrowed and he knew that he was about to get a grilling.

"What do you mean that's what you was using it for" he said quietly, a little too quietly and without realising what he was doing Draco found himself looking at the door contemplating his escape. Could he make it out before Harry realised what he was planning.

"Oh no you don't" Harry said and pushed Draco back against the wall pinning him there with his body making all of Draco's old feelings just simmer along the surface. Harry's smaller body fit against him like a glove, like he was born to fit Draco and only Draco.

"I want answers and you'll god damn well give them to me."

Draco snarled and with a speed that caught Harry off guard he reversed their positions. Now it was Harry pinned against the wall, his wrists pinned above his head allowing every inch of his body to be pressed up against Harry's.

"Why am I supposed to have answers huh well I don't god damn well have any that you'd want to hear or any that you'd want to believe...god fucking damn you Harry" and with that Draco captured Harry's mouth in a searing kiss.

Oh it was heaven pure sweet heaven like he had known it would be. He heard Harry's moan as he opened his mouth to him their tongues blending together in a way that had always felt so right.

But it was to be short-lived Harry must have regained his equilibrium because he was pushing against him, pushing him away.

"So that's what you wanted, to fucking screw with me for the second time" Harry gasped and Draco felt his heart ache at the sight on the pain written so clearly within the shimmering green orbs that stared back at him.

"Harry I…"

"Get out Draco get out of house and for gods sake leave me alone" Harry ground out his whole posture defensive. He pulled his arms around his frame and the action made Draco cringe with guilt knowing he had caused it.

He made a tentative step towards him but Harry held up his hands. His face took on a look of almost panicked desperation and his eyes silently pleaded with him.

"Please" he finally whispered.

Draco nodded and without further comment walked away from Harry his heart breaking all over again.

Harry slid as though boneless to the floor. He touched a finger to his lips and noted that they were swollen from the heat of the kiss they had been subjected to merely seconds ago.

Oh god.

How could Draco come back and do this to him? Reduce him to the same shaking mass he had left behind all those years ago? Why did he hold so much power over him?

"Damn you Draco" Harry whispered brokenly.

Oh why wouldn't the hate come like he wanted it to? The blistering blackness of it he needed it so badly that he could taste his want for it, it was so much easier when the hate was there to sustain him.

He'd tried…oh god had he tried…he'd got through the days, climbed from the pit of despair reclaimed his soul and set about rebuilding his heart.

And the walls he had carefully constructed to protect it where on the verge of crumbling to dust. He couldn't take the thought of them breaking and leaving his heart exposed and vulnerable…if it got hurt again he didn't think he could survive it.

He wiped at his eyes furious at the tears he could feel there, hadn't he cried enough?

Endless misery.

Why couldn't it let him be at peace? Why couldn't he let him be at peace? But no he had to come back had to torment him, had to show him everything that he still wanted and missed with a passion that almost consumed him.

Had to show him with lips that could still rouse in him a feeling he had long forgotten.

He closed his eyes and the scene played before him, how his body had been pinned to the wall every inch of it hot against Draco as he leaned further into him. How every curve moulded against him fit like he knew no others could.

The liquid fire that had taken over and travelled through him with such speed had made him ache for more.

But it was and always would be a game to Draco Malfoy, that's all Harry would ever be, a novel toy for the self-imposed stuck up rich man to play with and discard when the time was right.

Harry Potter was nobody's Toy.

If Draco Malfoy wanted a fight then he'd damn well be in for one. Because Harry would walk through the fiery pits of hell endure the tortures of any unforgivable curse and even lay his allegiance to dark magic, before he would ever let Draco Malfoy touch him again.

But the thumping of Harry's heart and the receding heat in his system told Harry that it might not be as easy as it sounded.