A/N: I was reading the awesome fic Wicked by desolate03 and this popped up out of my musings. A Snarryco (Snape/Harry/Draco) Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*

WARNING:Yaoi (boyXboy) is an important part of these. If you don't like, DON'T READ. Please desist in flaming. Ehem, there is drinking and stalkerish behavior in this one.

-Ryder

P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.

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Harry's eyes swept the crowd of Hog's Head, taking note of those that stared back. He sat back and sipped on his Marsimino, the sweet red wine sliding down with ease. Enhanced senses told him three of the wizards were aroused by his presence; four had already come when he'd stared out from beneath his hooded cloak. Yet... Yet he was lonely. Power, money and good looks only lasted as long as you had someone to share it with. For the past three years, he knew he was being watched... Followed. By what, he had no idea.

"Knut for your thoughts, pretty boy?" He chuckled darkly, taking another sip of his wine.

"Mmm, like you could make my night any better?" Harry countered with his own question, leaning forward. The wizard scooted back, suddenly stifled by Harry's immense power. "No?" He asked coyly, setting down his drink. "Then what did you come over here for?"

"I-I'll just go."

"You do that, pathetic fool." Oh, yes, he was much darker for his Inhertiance.

"Harry, no frightening off my customers."

-PoV-

"Sure thing, Abe." Came the drawled retort, slender fingers disappearing under his hooded cloak. Harry was much more sensual since the last time he'd seen his old nemesis, Draco mused as he watched Harry take another mouthful of the disgustingly expensive wine from a small town in Italy called Vo.

"Keep your barbed tongue where it is or you'll get no more for tonight." Aberforth snapped back, blue eyes narrowing behind half-moon glasses. Most of the patrons were either gone or passed out from the drink. How very... fitting.

"We have an arrangement, Aberforth." The cool, monotone that Harry used had the barman shivering. "It does not bode well for you to break it."

"Bode well? Bloody hell, you're bluffing." The only Dumbledore left snorted, cleaning a well-used glass with a dirty rag; Draco grimaced at the poor hygiene.

"I cannot lie, Aberforth. It is... unpleasant to do so."

"Hmph. Then kill me and get it over with, you bloody nuisance. I'd like to see my sister, if it's all the same to you."

"Mmm... Very tempting, but no. One of your patrons is not who he seems."

"So you've returned, Malfoy." The slender fingers still visible to the eye twitched very slowly.

"Malfoy? Abe, you've been holding out on me." The tone turned sultry, almost a growl. "Mmm, as usual, someone lies to me. I despise that, Aberforth." With a soft rustle of cloth, Harry stood, glowing green locking with his own silver. "I hope it's just you, Malfoy Jr. Because if it isn't, I going to hunt you down and AK you... Plus any partner you may have."

-PoV-

Severus sighed as Draco returned empty-handed.

"Have I not specified enou-"

"He threatened to AK me and any partner I may have. He's dangerous... More so than he once was."

"Dragon! You are full Vampyre; he cannot kill what is already dead."

"And, godfather mine, he is Dhamphir... Best and worst of both species!"

"No, Draco, only the best. Why worst?"

"His temper... So cold, Sev, like death. Warm emeralds like deadly pools of glacial ice." He smiled slowly.

"So he knows he's being followed?"

"You planned it?"

"Really, Dragon. Think." He teased, purring softly. It dawned on his Childe quickly enough.

"Oh."

-PoV-

Even after his Inhertiance, Harry knew that he'd been followed before that. Three long years of avoiding whoever the fuck it was began to take it's toll. He was slowly going insane... Or so he thought. He chuckled softly as he again felt the set of eyes on him. His heat was on overdrive, gripping him in wave after wave of hot flashes and dizzying spells. The cottage he rented for the week he was like this was a favorite for Magical Creature liaisons after he left; he didn't ask why.

"Y'know, just asking me on a date would've been much easier." Harry said to the listening air.

"A date, Potter?"

"Go easy, godfather mine, or we'll lose him."

"Lose me? Malfoy, I can smell both of you. I'm sure you know what is happening to me... Because I sure as hell don't."

"You mean you don't even know what you are?" The shock in the normally snide voice was palpable.

"Mmm, but you do smell of heat. Dragon, what say you?"

"Damn Dhamphir pheromones... I can't smell anything other than them. Do you always come here when you get like that?"

"Yeah." A silky chuckle made shivers run up and down his spine.

"Mmm, already wet as well, my Dragon. He doesn't even know how edible he looks." Harry blushed as the deep, warm voice became much closer in the ill-lit cottage.

"So you know who I am. Are you not afraid, Dhamphir?"

"Lost the ability as soon as I Awoke from my slumber, Vampyre. I know no fear." The warm breath on the back of his neck made the heat spike dangerously, causing him to sway. "Oh, mmmm..."

-PoV-

At Harry's moan, his erection became almost painful. Such delicious noises his Dhamphir made... His Childe purred softly as he removed the hooded cloak and black, knee high boots. Glorious thigh-length black hair tumbled down a delicate back, soft cherubic curls on the end of the layers. The top half was pulled back with a silvery jade clasp, allowing whisps of artful curls to escape and frame Harry's face. Glowing emerald warily watched as Draco eased the dragon-hide duster off his own shoulders and press soft, open-mouthed kisses to the open part of his shirt.

Bindus Erotica. With the wordless, wandless command, cords shot out and bound his Dhamphir to the bed. Harry hissed, glaring at the binding that held his hands to the headboard. They began to smolder and then burnt right off.

"Get out." His Childe laughed lowly; he began smiling as Draco turned to his own power, silk-clad hips swaying as he kissed Severus with an open mouth and hot tongue. Harry moaned softly, his hips bucking, his back arching beautifully. "F-Fuck!Hot..." He sucked lightly on his Dragon's tongue before pulling away to stalk over to where Harry lay, the very picture of innocent decadence. Cool, glacial pools had melted to hot, glowing emerald for the second time that night, he mused as he allowed his fingers to caress a slim thigh.

Ending A/N: Ha! Gotcha all hyped up and BAM! It ends... R&R please? Pretty please, with a Severus on top?