A/N: Woot! Someone's caught on to the pleading I have done! Alrighty, this chapter goes to the ever-loving BasilMacVae! Promised that I would continue this, so I am. They were so excited!

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...-

Severus paced in front of the mirror as Potter's past clicked into place. Abused (for certain), yet he retained Lily's traits... What was wrong with him? This was Potter's spawn- But he was never a bully... Not even to Draco, though he gave as good as he got, with whom he had every right. Lily shone through at every glance back into his memories. Harry was his own man; that much was clear. Stubborn like his parents, kind to a fault, and forgiving, much like a certain flower he'd once loved.

You are stunned by your attunement to my love's Host? It is not so surprising. You two were drawn to each other far before you even realized it. Young Harry obviously has a standing unrequited love for you. His eyes follow your every move. Surely you've noticed? Dark commented, sighing.

"I do now. But how does one go about Courting a wily Slythendor and his god?"

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Harry paced in front of the mirrored wall in the Room of Requirement. How the hell was he supposed to avoid Severus? They were collegues who saw each other on nearly a daily basis!

Here's a thought... Don't avoid him.

"Are you nuts? That man is the most stubborn I have ever met! He'll Court me just because Dark is Courting you; I'll be left in the dust! I'm just a tool for you to use. It doesn't matter..." Harry ranted, throwing curses at the target dummies in the room as he did so.

No! You are not a tool. I would NEVER allow that to happen. I understand being used as a pawn. It's what got me here in the first place. The quiet admission from the lean, golden-eyed deity stopped Harry short.

"Oh."

Yes, but in truth, it hurt when I found out.

"Dumbledore used my self-sacrificing tendency against me. I had to die without resisting. I had to stand there... and die in front of that soulless bastard, never knowing if my affection for Severus would ever be returned." he said lowly, his voice hoarse from remembering.

It's a good thing the man's dead then. I'd raise him back up and kill him a second time; and much more painfully than the first. Coyote snarled, showing the tips of brilliant white fangs. After I pounded his face in with my FIST. That made Harry laugh.

"Good to know that I won't be manipulated. Let's go play this game of Slytherin woo and chase."

He taught classes, his energy high; his students responded well. As lunch rolled around, Draco strolled into the classroom.

"Are you avoiding Severus?"

"No. Why?"

"He's been restless."

"Huh. No, I was headed down to lunch, actually. Care to join me?" he chuckled, packing up his satchel and slinging it over his shoulder. Draco rolled his eyes and accompanied him to the Great Hall. They chatted through lunch about the different Defense strategies.

"You should be the one teaching them Defense." Draco drawled lightly, settling into his chair.

"No. I love Defense, and yeah, I get it really fast, but I don't think I could teach a bunch of kids who hero-worship me. It's bad enough as it is with the Gryffindors trying to garner favor simply because I'm a former one." Coyote snorted in the confines of his mind.

Admirers I can stand; fans and sycophants I cannot. I am extremely glad I did not have time to garner them...

Lucky you. Harry sourly replied.

Indeed. His god partner-in-crime shuddered at the thought.

"As you say, Harry," Drake shrugged, raising an eyebrow when he hissed lowly. "Maybe a dueling demonstration?"

"Please, didn't we get scarred enough with Lockhart's idiocy? The kids will be dueling each other in the hallways with my kind of luck..." Draco sneered at the mention of the insane, former, DADA professor.

"We are competent, Harry. Besides, it's against school rules, ever since Severus and-"

"The Marauders did it. Yeah, my Dad was an arse back then. Not going to say whether or not I approved of it; how could I if I wasn't there?"

"Hmm, you do have a point there."

"'Course I do."

-PoV-

Severus surveyed the Staff Room, surprised to see Pott-no, it was Harry now-and Draco bent over several pieces of parchment, arguing quietly.

"Hmm, pairing opposing Houses does tend to make for flashy displays..."

"But don't make for very instructive duels."

"They do, Harry. I bet our Housemates and yearmates learned a lot from our duel."

"Two new spells and the fact that I'm a Parseltongue doesn't count, Drake." Harry countered quite seriously. "I think we should structure it like DA. Get the older years to teach the younger years the spells they know best while having the younger students who have mastered other spells teach them to the older years." Severus mentally agreed that it was the better plan.

"Oh, spoil all the fun."

"We'd give demonstrations. Filius was a Dueling Champion and so is Severus. Think about it, Drake." Draco mulled it over, swirling his glass of brandy absently.

"Fine."

He watched as Harry manuevered the club into a House unity exercise. The students worked closely together, stopped snipping at each other in classes, and even formed tentative friendships.

"I never thought I'd see the day..." he murmured in soft admiration.

"The day for what?" Harry asked, sitting on his armrest like he belonged there.

"House unity. You have the extraordinary ability to ignore House association."

"They're people under that stigma of House. That's what I work with; that and pushing aside such notions for others to see them clearly. I always did find it silly to Sort according to hidden traits."

"It is tradition. You often find similar people in your House."

"I wanted to make friends outside of Gryffindor and I did." came the reply, a smile on the now bewitching face.

"You're irrepressible... and stubborn beyond the usual Gryffindor."

"Does that mean I'm perfect for making friends? Mmm, now if it worked on you-"

"It does." The blush that accompanied his words was worth it. "Beautiful."

"What? I-Umm-Mmm." Harry hummed into his mouth as he gave into the temptation of the sinful body and mind, wrapping his arms tightly about the thin waist. "You taste-like-cinnamon-and-sandalwood." Each word was punctuated with a heated kiss as Harry straddled his lap.

"Severus, have you seen-Oh." Minerva's embarrassed voice startled them out of the moment. "I'll just... come back, shall I?"
Harry laughed, leaning against him.

"I think we just provided months worth of nightmares, Severus."

"Or fantasy material. You never know with that woman."

"Severus! Eww. No. Give me nightmares, why don't you?" Harry protested, shifting his hips. Their erections brushed and suddenly Severus felt the desire to push Harry against the wall and just claim him.

Dark!

Yes? the deity lazily drawled.

Is this your instinct or mine? Dark laughed, the sound rich and deeper than his own.

All yours, you carnal cobra. The smirk was what did it. He tamped down the feral impulse and rock his hips up as Harry ground down again.

"Mine." he purred as he bit and suckled Harry's delicious neck.

"Mmm, all yours."

Ending A/N: Ah, been a while since I left you guys with a cliffhanger! Review! Oh, and as always folks, ASK ME FOR DRABBLES!