A/N: Woot! Someone's caught on to the pleading I have done! Alrighty, this chapter goes to the ever-loving Nekoneko-xyz! She was very sweet when she asked for this and others.
DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I wave my wand, I will never own Sev and our favorite green-eyed Wizard. *sobs*
WARNING: Yaoi is an important part of these. Please desist in flaming.
-Ryder
P.S. There may be more than one title that gets a continuation; Dragon's Might, Dragon's Might II... etc.
-Previously On...-
He purred softly as Harry (Remus had told him his betrothed liked to be called that) awoke against his own lanky form.
"Mmm... Five more minutes, Moony..." He chuckled quietly at his betrothed's nonsense. "Nnn... Doesn't feel like Moony." Harry shot up and fell to the carpeted floor with a muffled thump. "You!"
"Yes, me. You were rather content not five minutes ago, wrapping that frame of yours about mine." His magelet blushed a bright pink as he muttered to himself.
"I cuddle in my sleep! Stupid submissive genes..."
"Submissive genes?" Harry's shoulders squared and sharp green eyes bored into his own obsidian.
"Yeah, submissive; skips the firstborne of the Potter line but never the second. Father would have killed me, had Jamie not entered the room to see his baby brother. I owe my life to my brother, Prince Snape."
MOMOMOMOMOMOMO
Harry clapped his hands over his mouth after uttering what was pure treason in his country. Snape's obsidian eyes seemed to soften slightly and a small smile appeared that not only made the demon handsome, but incredibly sweet.
"Prince James is an arrogant snot, but to have saved you... Perhaps he is not so bad."
"It's only because he's in love. Normally, Prongs would just leave it be, but the girl's a good friend of yours. A peasant by the name of Lily Evans." Harry said, shrugging. He knew James down to his loin-cloth; it was Prongs and Shadow, all the way.
"She's being stalked by a Mage and Demons? Lily, Lily, Lily..."
"Demons? Why?"
"Magelet, she is a Druid of exceptional power." Harry sighed. He knew that a Druid and his brother would make an exceptional match, even without proper parentage.
"Great. Is nothing for love?" He snarled bitterly, flicking back his braid. Snape grinned broadly, showing sharp tips of brilliant white fangs.
"Our bethrothal was." Harry whipped around to face him, sharp green widening.
"That's impossible!" He protested.
-PoV-
Severus purred his answer, "Is it?"
"You're saying you fell in love at first sight? Again, impossible." For one so young, his magelet was very cynical.
"Says the man who weilds magic as easy as breathing and who is also conversing with a panther demon?" He couldn't help but snark.
"Magic's different!"
"How, exactly?"
"It just is!" His magelet protested, oblivious to being backed into an opulent bedspread. "Eep! Snape, I swear-Mmph." He chose that particular sentence to kiss his bethrothed for the first time since they'd met. Harry resisted strongly at first, pushing on his shoulders firmly before wrapping around the back of his neck in defeat. "Wha-What are you doing?" His magelet gasped, wrapping long legs around his waist as Severus nipped down Harry's pale neck.
"Mmm, you're responding to me."
"It's because our... Deep Magik... is intertwining." Harry panted, glazed over green eyes meeting his own. Severus stopped nibbling at the delectable neck of his mate-to-be. "Deep Magik is what keeps our souls intact, even regular humans. Apparently, my magic likes you well enough." He snorted, firmly licking a taunt muscle all the way to Harry's jawline with his raspy tongue. Harry purred, exposing more of his neck.
"You sound like one of us..." He murmured gutterally, a rough, deep purr coming from him. A sharp knock had him snarling, his face twisting into a sneer as he moved swiftly to the door. "Yes?" He shifted his expression to one of polite indifference as he saw it was Harry's father. "May I help you, sir?" Severus deliberately thickened his accent.
"My son, if you will."
"I assure you I have no interest in your current Hier, Charlus." He quipped with a stinging barb to the man's ego. "Your secondborne, however, mmmr."
"You are insinuating-"
"Your wife betrothed us; you would break an agreement between kingdoms?" He asked in a saccharine tone, blocking the door from the shorter Mage.
"Lies!"
"Care to ask me, husband mine?" Seris teased in her sultry voice; now he knew where Harry got that absolutely delicious moan from. "Severus, glad to see you in the land of the living."
"Seris..." He sighed, casually leaning on his door with his inborn grace. "Tsk, tsk, taking the kitty from his nap."
"I can sense Deep Magik; have you been seducing your betrothed? My baby boy?"
"And if I have?" He purred, his tail wrapping around his thigh and his ears flicking back.
"I want a proper ceremony."
"No. We do things the Daemonic Way in our kingdom. Bond first; then marry. Your wolfmage went through the same process with Sirius, Hier of the Ancient and Noble House of Black." He snipped such prudish thoughts in the bud, his inner demon snarling that they broke protocol.
"How dare-"
"It has been done since before your kind even evolved. Do not test it." Severus snarled softly, one ear cocked back to hear any noise from Harry. "Ancient Law binds me; the rules do not discriminate."
-PoV-
Harry yawned as he heard Snape speak with his parents. He curled up into the warm coverlet, stealing the pillow soaked in the demon's scent of warm sandalwood and pine. Snuggling up to the down-filled fluff, he let out a soft purr, rubbing his own face over it.
"Are sure you do not have a totem animal?" Severus drawled as he curled around the rather large pillow.
"Nope. But I take on some characteristics of my dominant." Silence greeted his impudent reply and he saw his parents at one end of the bed. Charlus reached for his booted foot and he lifted his lips in a silent snarl. Well, it was supposed to be silent; what he got was a literal low, animalistic one. Clapping his hands over his mouth in what was starting to become a repeat action, he looked at his parents in now petrified silence, fear evident in his eyes. Harry felt it, so he fled to his favorite spot; under the bed, far out of reach of his dominant and father.
"Out. Now." Shuffling footsteps echoed in the suddenly silent room. "Harry?" He whimpered under his breath, curling in on himself even further. The entire bedframe was lifted and he was slowly dragged out and up against a warm, firm chest. "Shh, it's okay."
"No, I shouldn't be so afraid of him!" Harry wriggled out of Snape's grasp and stood, staring out the tower's window at an unfamiliar landscape that existed only in his dreams. "He's my father... Am I not supposed to love and honor him?"
"Love him? The least that man garners is respect; that and fear. The only person who loves him is your mother." Snape laughed derisively, crossing his arms and leaning against the window.
"And how would you know that?" Harry sighed, propping his head up with both hands.
"T'is the same here, except I had no elder brother to keep me in track and teach me things."
"Severus, I-Eep! What in Merlin's name did you do that for? Put me down!" Harry grumbled from his position of being in Severus's arms again for the fourth time that day. Or was it more than four?
Ending A/N: So? Whatcha think? I love the favs and all, but I like ideas too.
